Short Sceptic Poems

Short Sceptic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sceptic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sceptic by length and keyword.


This Is Your God? - a sceptic

Fatherly, yes; but distant.
Loving but unfelt.
Except what faith warms up to
Fearing no reproach!

"A friend, also. When from all
Its hurt, life's, kept hid
Confiding such as safe is!
Of heavenly light
 As close was, here, roomed one night
Whose likest approach!"
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member If trump is removed '

If Trump is removed? 
Will it be for sound reason?
Or that nuclear; war may ensue?
So there must be, someone sound
Impartial and fair.' A sceptic yet with
Morals, not just charisma and flair
A head for diplomacy would really do
Who would steer well away from?
That most septic eu.)
Form: Rhyme

Monument To Kids In a Sceptic Tank

Awareness drifts in a pool of sinew, flesh, fat, muscle, cartilage, hair, nail, bone, sodden skin, fluid, bile, excrement, blood, swirling in the maelstrom; in its belly thought. 
Clarity forgotten, dissolved, flushed down the drain without Mercy. 
Bon Secours,
Bon Voyage.
©dbyrne June 2014

I Was That Squirrel

Creatures, the most sceptic-eyed
With quick to fright weakness
Against a little girl's trust
Do rub them. More robust!

I was that squirrel! She, you!
From out whose hiding place
No sooner your hands implored
In whose excited step
Came. That park bench, once jumped up
Stared, sat with; face to face!
Form: Rhyme

To Conquer

In isolation revelling...

reincarnate the course...

the subject of all reasoning...

ovation salutes applause...

consolidate all memory

disguise the mask belief...

Retreat in ring of silence

Is where all judgement meets...

despair without resolution...

To conquer fear in all dreams...

To follow all reasoning...

Truth, lies, in sceptic screams...
Form: Concrete


I'Ll Read You If You Read Me

I'll read your funk,
your epileptic word-purge junk,
your chasm magic sceptic tank
of old cliches that happen to make you smile,
or cry.

We can be each others brutal-theraputic,
we'd be like Greeks;
we'd lose all Christian values,
we'd become in Time and Space
a dust arranged against infinity;
a slow heat death,
all the same.

But better in Becoming.

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