Short Self Righteous Poems
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Although I probably hate a person who commits a felony, I may hate moreso a self righteous soul who won't commit a misdimeanor.
Upset at the attention?
All day you primped and preened.
Why the self righteous contention…?
That much cleavage .. begs to be seen.
God forgives the penitant man
Governed by righteous attitudes
But saves his wrath for those who stand
Steeped in self-righteous platitudes
Sanctimonious
Holier-than-thou?
Only God can rightly judge—
Who is self-righteous?
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
i’m right reverend
he’s very right reverend
the most reverend
somehow all irreverent
self righteous reverence
By (No Eminence)
David Kavanagh
Construction worker Fred, never snotty
Boastful, self-righteous, or slightly haughty
They laid him to rest
Midst tribute the best
Gold-plated, silver-edged Porta-Potty
Though the faith
he boasts about seems
unbreakable like iron,
it's iron cold, iron dead,
rusting away,
corroded by bigotry
and conceit, bloating
his self-righteous head!
Contemptibly craven
Oratory obfuscates
Never nuanced
Gerrymandering guile
Readily reacts to roaring rabble
Egregiously expects economic encouragement
Smug, self-righteous and self- serving
Slippery sounding sound bites
How fleeting,
this feeling One moment you’re important
The next, you’re neglected
How quaint, this emotion
In a blink you’re loved
On another, you’re hated
How volatile, these people
Hypocritical. Fickle.
Self righteous and brittle
Self-righteous oppressor
do not assume you’ve prevailed
you deem yourself clever
give into you – never!
puppeteer?
I say not!
you cannot hold me taut
I sever the ties
where suppression lies
to witness unmarked chance
with a pair of unveiled eyes
Be alive - or should die?
Live with love? I will try!
Voices, anger, even fear
Challenging what's dear
Fear Lord; saved by grace
Something demons can not face
To be so lost - what's the plan?
Not a self-righteous man!
Even though under test
Praise Lord; do my best!
Self righteous piety reeks like a blanket of wet dog hair,
odoriferous and foul.
Betrayal.
My friend.
Sagging spirit like a pillowcase of drowned kittens.
For what profit to you?
At what cost to me?
We walk this same earth.
Pray your moccasins do not cross the balance point of the universe.
Listen to poem:
all gathered in flocks
with raucous loud squawks
poised pink-grey Gallahs leap up
smashing the dawn hush
in a scramble rush
to broadcast their rude heads-up
they swoop and chatter
all sundry scatter
as nonchalantly engrossed
uncaring rabble
disturbs the babble
of self-righteous flock utmost
A date with death your final breath
One last gasp you try to grasp
Your time has come
This isn’t for fun
The possibility there is no heaven
A risky gamble, maybe no lucky sevens
You should have no adoring pride
In your self-righteous suicide
You could be lost forever eternal
An unknown soul, an empty journal
Form:
If we can’t agree on fifty-one percent
of what affects us both
we’re doomed
Like the baby and the bathwater
our future lost
in critical disdain
All politics of division
a self-imposed, self-righteous
Armageddon
The brotherhood of humanity
sacrificed
—on its dying altar of shame
(Tribute To Anthony Hopkins: July, 2022)
If the villain of someone's story is you
And the heroes you should fear
Instead of justifying, grin from ear to ear
Don your Cape, bear your fangs,
Laugh a villain's laugh
Self righteous folk will shudder at what hides behind your mask.
It comes naturally to justify when demonised are you
But that won't make them ask themselves
Am I a villain too?
The zealot was a man of convictions
Believed he that he was on the right
All others but him were perishing
Self righteous he loathed others
Believed himself chosen anointed
Transgressed he on the commandment
Love.. he only had for his own self
Penance he believed below his station
On matters of faith concieted he believed
That the creator was of his religion
Famine of descent
self righteous ~ origin of meant,
in speaking harshly
not relent ~
Starvation, e'er the words denote
and fasting ~ need to hold my note
to eat my own, the words I choke
and digest not, their meaning's spoke!
Receptacle of worth, my mouth
does bandy on thoughts foul uncouth,
tomorrow then, that plate of words
must eat my own, others have heard!
Comfort a place where sensations are quite
A placement that's ever so right
And the Lord said to the people
Some self righteous worshipping under the steeple
Comfort this heart
Let the darkness leave showing the light
And the Lord said to me comfort the heart
When the pains of this old world tears you apart
Comfort this heart
05/17/12
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
On yonder strand
In bridled land
A motley band
With vigor fanned
Across hill, lowland
With self righteous brand
Seeking brigand contraband
From each licentious hand
To forthrightly remand
Every highway spanned
Tolls, tribute to demand
Each pilfering cleric did reprimand
Then every bloated collection was
panned
Every royal vestige scanned
Gratuitous coffers to expand
Famine of descent
self righteous ~ origin of meant.
In speaking harshly
not relent ~
Starvation, e'er the words denote
and fasting ~ need to hold my note,
to eat my own, the words I choke
and digest not, their meaning's spoke!
Receptacle of worth, my mouth
does bandy on thoughts foul uncouth,
tomorrow then, that plate of words
must eat my own, others have heard!
Matthew 12:33-39
Emptiness breeds pettiness
pettiness breeds bitterness
bitterness will motivate
a wickedness manipulates
the self righteous rise
with envious eyes
igniting lies
ruining lives
with empty time
and entitled minds
they hunt to find
and cause decline
emptiness filled with focus
petty hope to see you hopeless
bitterness now unnoticed
they live a life no one noticed
Witches fly broomsticks
Avoid the stake
Passionate
Simply
Hexed
Thrown into water
Float as a crone
Buoyant life
Wisdom’s
Truth
Submerged by decree
No hard feelings
Posthumous
Excused
Wrongs
Self-righteous rulers
Concealed drowning
Ignorance
Exposed
Lies
10th May 2020
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Sometimes I wonder
What our Love truly is
At times you're my best friend
Others, I want to move away
You remind me of my Father
So critical & self righteous
I miss the times,
Sitting in a room,
complaining to an eager soul,
talking without Judgement
Realizing in that moment
We were One in the same
Even though we had different plans
And He ended up sleeping below
The beautiful stone
I'm a rare variety child.
I go for miles and miles.
My head is full.
My heart beats.
Until, until, until.
It's your turn.
Someday you'll be ash.
Why not start to burn.
It's nonsense.
All these trivial things.
If you ask me, please don't ask,
walked into that, so go ahead.
Convinced to believe,
your self-righteous speech.
Who cares what people think?!
I got Mona Lisa smiling on me.