Short Scolded Poems
Short Scolded Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Scolded by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Scolded by length and keyword.
A man swallowed Jello shots
Then fell on some cooking pots
He was burnt and scolded
He fell against the wall
Looked like he was doing some squats
A man stands no chance with a woman,
With red eyes she schemes in a coven,
So scolded or not,
If he wants a shot,
He'll be better off with a husband.
There once was a wife who scolded
All her notes to her hubby were bolded
He weathered her nagginess
Owned his inner fagginess
Worked out fine. Is that too cold, Ed?
Medicine Woman resposes at the top of the summit
surveying her village, protecting her tribe
a brave’s job, her mother scolded her
Medicine Woman scoffs, keeping a sharp eye out
post a poem
get scolded
there just waiting
pondering
on his next monometer
thoughts racing for a mimic
on his eight foot octameter
once again pondering
if he'll jolt it for yet another mimic
I love you!
I’m so happy you scolded Pres. Trump
Also mentioned
You’re ashamed to be called American
That is so good!
You even compared him with Jesus Christ
That is so good!
For me you’re the best Pope
Breaking down,
scolded,
each day a piece of me falls away
with each blow
I lose my love for you
with each word
it sinks deeper into my soul
once so in love
you've worn me down
I am weak
motionless
helpless
Stiffly staring
from a faded
frightened far
is a sullen
silken star.
Scornfully
scattered behind
it’s skittish
skin of scolded
scowling scars.
Youthfully
yearning
for a life
contentedly
cleansed in
candlelight.
The tomcat squeal of a deceiving tongue.
We are scolded
with cattle-prods of sound.
Swung upon chains of echoes,
nailed to aria’s with rusty spikes.
Bird of a thousand jeers,
a hundred memes and parodies.
will you shut up already.
Into Coma Started Sinking
Try to write awful Poem was thinking,
Until both of my eyes started blinking;
Both hands folded,
And was scolded;
Into another coma had started sinking.
Jim Horn
Am over 10 again. How sad. More
copy and pasting.
Time scolded, “Don’t you know,
as your days come and go,
they will bring good AND bad?
You’re blessed. You should be glad.
Thank God for all you’ve had!”
January 28, 2022
entered in the Lind 30 Contest--a Lind30SR Poem
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
undone
mistreated
hurt and injured
unknown haunted secrets
shadows
so young
just a child
scolded in fear
berated in the dark
maltreat
harmful
wrongdoings
scared and alone
why can’t he be punished?
damage
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: April 22, 2016
“Life” I scolded, the other day
For
Her insistence on repeating the same lessons
Innumerable times.
“If you had learned the first time around, no
need would have been there for me to go over
them again!” She, austerely, replied.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 July 2015
In the coffee shop
A mistimed twist
By the barista
Caused a hissing
Coffee jet to
Ballista towards
My sister and I
Worried it would
Hit her wrist and
Give her a blister,
But fortunately
It missed her.
The manager scolded
The ham-fisted barista,
But since no-one was scalded,
He didn’t dismiss her.
Pa sent Jack and Jill to the local pub to fetch a pail of beer.
Alas, Jack tripped, spilled the beer and landed on his rear!
The old man scolded them and had a conniption fit!
Saying, "At deliverin' my daily beer youse ain't worth a whit!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Fade back-
picture rap,
this here is capped,
my movement strap.
One voice,
a toy,
diibullar roid!!
I don't take voids!!!
I supply the stores,
dish on a pour because we ignore,
we don't score!
We don't admonish the sourest implore!
The envelope they licked scolded our whole...
The approach of winter she silently dread.
The cat is meowing, demands to be fed.
She checked her to do list that ran thru her head:
get to the gym, to the store to buy bread,
finish the book that she's partially read..
She scolded herself to get up from the bed
but the warmth from the comforter cocooned her instead..
Have you ever been snobbed by a cat?
Scolded with a slap from a paw?
Has a warm fluffy ball purrred you to sleep?
Have your unmentionables been itchy with fur?
Kittens died in their sleep?
Then you know the Joy and pain
of being allowed to keep company with a persnickety cat.
Who wants to be the boss of everyone.
TEDDY
Teddy is my friend
He hugged me when mummy died
And wouldn’t eat, when I wouldn’t
I cried for days, he did too
The next door kid ripped his leg
And I bit her, hard on the neck
Her mummy called and daddy scolded
I and teddy
He smiled and I sew his leg back on
And made him a crutch
And he still hugs me
When I cry for mummy.
The voice
The voice that hushed
The voice that sung
The voice that whispered
The voice that scolded
The voice that was cold
The voice that was warm
The voice that praised
The voice that encouraged
The voice I recognize
The voice I remember
The voice I know
The voice of mum
The voice
That was, is and will always be hers.
What if the sea stopped moving,
lay as still as setting concrete?
And all around the gulls
scolded a lament
as seals flapped aimlessly,
trying to raise a swell.
With cormorants stranded on a rock
as poised as a question mark,
while crabs scuttled everyway
as if dancing on hot plates,
becoming the uncovered prey
of seabirds and small boys.
I stand in a beautiful land,
Where everywhere full of beauty.
I am surrounded by flowers,
It's a flower garden.
The beauty of flowers Scolded my Eyes,
Body and mind Comes in contact flower soft touch;
The time has stopped What an obsession...
Suddenly the eyes opened,
Is it a Dream? What a beautiful dream!
Oh! I wish If I will die by flowers smell.
The fame of glory,
They told me,
Our old father's story,
We were told we are holy,
Living the same life,
We are living stingy,
In penury we are happy,
What a pity!!!
Dirty gifts becomes an embraced thing,
Poverty reigns,
Injustice a king we behold,
Scolded truth in tune,
We were fooled,
That's the only way out,
Dishonesty the rule,
A way of life,
To a sound of their mind.
Scolded,
For my music,
The music that makes up,
My whole existence,
The music that defines me.
If I never had these notes in my head.
I would never be me.
I might not even exist.
These tunes have gotten me through it,
Through all of it.
How can you tell me not to play these notes?
These notes in my head.
They soothe the pain that exists,
Within my deepest confines.
Ms. Potter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
Ms. Potter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot
Comments:
How soon some forget that they were once young too. If the power of dance is ones
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise. One
Love