Short Shortages Poems
Short Shortages Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Shortages by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Shortages by length and keyword.
birds fall hunger-wise...
before
cold winters shortages...
today a woodpecker ate...
such an
overfill it had to lay on the...
feeder for ten minutes till...
its throat
cleared so that it could fly...
it was such a 'pile he ate' that...
it's
called a 'pileated' woodpecker...
stans sand
Social issues affects many people from all walks of life.
A nation of destruction from past to present days from addictions, excess bank fees, church burnings and shootings, Covid 19, human trafficking, famine,, food shortages, childhood traumas, mental illness, no affordable housing, homelessness are the results of causes and effects of social issues beyond one’s control.
the king travelled incognito
mixing among the commoners
both delighted and also envious
of how they find joy in simple things
content even in poverty and shortages
and then the king discovered their secret
they were all centred in heart
and not in narrowness of mind
even after garnering this deep knowing
the king was unable to become as such
for he was not yet like Gautama Buddha
08-April-2023
Some times it's difficult to rhyme.
We are living in a interesting time.
Putin's war which won't relent,
nor will our "telepathic" ex-President..
Covid still making people sick.
Our information stolen with a click...
After watching the news, our economy
is going down the tubes..
Shortages in the food chain and here
comes another hurricane...
People scramble to our borders, so
stay at home and count you're quarters...
Nary one lizard is curious about trains
Nor are kangaroos hopping mad about Ukraine
No wombat worries about crime in New York
And even pigs are unconcerned about shortages of pork
Name me one rhino who’s learned how to cook
Or a hippo who’s written a book
Even dolphins don’t go golfin,’ and
The only Tiger on the links is a Woods
Fragile physically though we humans may be
We want to know what goes on globally
Inadequacy defines me.
Money is not my only lack,
Pinching, as pride slips through the cracks,
Overdrafting maintenance fees.
Vacancies have never been free.
Emptiness makes my sad soul slack,
Reduced beyond what you can stack,
Insufficiently, just to be.
Shortages abound all around.
Hardships are collected instead.
Meagerness charged my flesh a pound,
Exhausting my efforts in bed.
Necessity will make a sound,
Torturing my spirit, when dead.
mirror mirror mirrror ON THE WALL TELL ME WHAT WILL THE SYSTEM OF OF THINGS WILL
BE AS THE WORLD CHANGES.THE MIRROR SAID TO ME AND IN THOSE DAYS THERE WILL
BE FOOD SHORTAGES,PESTILENCES,MORE AND MORE CRIME,FITS OF ANGER,MORE AND
MORE VOLENCE,WARS,EATHQUAKES,NATIONS RISING AGAINST NATIONS,ANTICHRIST,NO
BROTERLY AFFECTION,MORE AND MORE IMMORALITY THE MIRROW SAID TO ME LOOK ARE
THESE NOT THE THINGS REALLY HAPPENING YES IT IS MY MORROW IS ACTUALLY THE
BIBLE.
At what point do we reach the turn
The second before the spiral
At the moment of no return
When all regrets are visioned vital
To our demise, the urgency of the blind
Fat with profit driven policy
Ignoring burnt grass, paying no mind
To food shortages that became normalcy
Wrapped up in pathetic fallacy
Autumn hides false prosperity
Imagined lands of Albion's dream
Fields of flourish not concrete seen
Too scared to admit that we are beyond
Any points of green