Short Simpletons Poems

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


Premium Member The Man in the Elevator

Morning goes. Noon goes. Evening spreads its spell.
The man in the elevator knows well—
The familiar and the strange
As though beasts in weather change
Cough, giggle, groan, sigh, yawn, sneeze, scream, and yell...

Passengers in tune and tone of their own
Whether one is in a group or alone
The elevator man finds
Simpletons or masterminds
Humans are a universe of their own.
Form: Limerick


Silk Rope

My stint is to constrict,
Like a serpent on the offence.
Twisting and squeezing, 
My pulchritudinous polka dots.

Whether my complexion burns like fire
Or freezes like ice
My chassis and tenuity hold true.

Versatility makes my copies 
As I'm prerequisite to all.
Children abhor me,
Corpulent simpletons do likewise.
Prestigious parliament parade me
As I'm a sign of social standing.

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One slouch theory is that 
thirty thorny 
tin entities perhaps 
from Triton (or 
from Troy?) have 
taken over 
other tiny tory nits named Tony and o-

riented them         toward a 
fictional         final era 
of human         machination 
using virtual farce-sens-
ing resister dada in compunction with dig-

ital ghost industrial
                               simpletons.

Premium Member Sole Rider

Sole rider in the cold night air, sky looming as town expands.
The silent shuffle of snowy hooves — subservient, rough lands.

The cowboy freezes alongside a cheerful amber window.
Clang of his rustling spurs silenced suddenly...he’s come for Joe.

Cul-de-sac of frontier buildings frame the vengeance of his mind.
Whiteness of streets balk at death of the young — simpletons close blinds.

6/17/2018
Form: Couplet

Premium Member POETRY SOUP IS GARBAGE

POETRY SOUP IS GARBAGE

why did i subscribe to this nonsense?
read the terms and conditions
no foul language, nor innuendos

FFS...can we not be adults?
can we not express our true selves?

No, we gotta cater to the weak minds
the forever-effing-blind
keep pushin' that purity nonsense
so we can all stay in-line

ignore truth, ignore dissent
keep the simpletons happy
bury our burdens with a fake smile
for utmost accessibility
© Ben Walker  Create an image from this poem.


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