Short Slap In The Face Poems

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Premium Member Haiku - 4-8-2017

Haiku – 4/8/2017

cold slap in the face
moist towel of spring sunshine
the earth awakens


©John G. Lawless
4/8/2017
Form: Haiku


Wander Me

Gimme a wind, a harsh unforgiving March onshore slap in the face lean into and step out wind. Scrub me clean 
of all this wait and see what's next. Carry me away from these endless tomorrows. Let me see Today again 
rushing up the tide.
Form: Imagism

Torn

I feel so angry and torn inside.
They say words can’t harm you, but they do.
More deeply and more hurtful than a slap in the face.
I feel as if im broken and bleeding inside.
Everything wants to lash out.
But I just keep smiling.
They say you should forgive, but my heart feels so battered that I can’t stop feeling angry.

Premium Member A Cold Darkness

The rain seems more angry today
A cold stinging slap in the face
A wake-up call perhaps

It will soon cling
Icily sharp
On the edges
Of a colder wind

Glistening branches
Tinkling
In Christmas card glitter
Shiver

As we wait
For the frightening
Flicker of the lights

And

A cold darkness.

John G. Lawless
©3/14/2023

Preperation

You see signs everywhere.
Traffic signs, shirt logos, or even cute little sayings online.
But have you ever seen a sign about reality?
One that says, "Sometimes, everything's not going to be okay."
Or one that's like a slap in the face?

No

Everyone wants you to see the mask that covers the world.
Instead of the face it has.
Honestly, we need that truth in our lives at some point.
So we can be prepared for the ugly road that lies ahead.


Rough Day

My day has been pretty rough
I had my patience tested to the max.
swallowing my pride
I kept quiet.
Knowing deep down she did not deserve it
Every award giving to her 
Was a slap in the face waiting for me.
Tears cried and blood boiling
I am trying to let  go of it
 my conscious is telling me something different.
Why do I have to pretend like it isn't bothering?
Why doesn't anyone understand?
it isn't there name being trampled on
so why would any one care?
© Cory Long  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Betrayal

Betrayal

While sending out this email
Surely felt a sense of betrayal
From those in America who live
And find them hard to forgive
What will the future entail.

Jim Horn

As a retired veteran Trump is a slap in the face.
Wonder how Captain Khan's parents are accepting
all of this

May Be Resented

If by no one was I consented
Catch disease, may be prevented
To ballot box had proceeded
By Hillary was badly needed
Gave up and Trump relented.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Marriage (Contest...Choose One, Have Fun)

It’s all around me,
But it doesn’t look so beautiful;
Not when it is all so vile.

They say it is wonderful,
It’s said to be perfection,
In my eyes, to life, it is an exile.

When every time you see it,
There’s a slap in the face,
And a scream for mercy and change.

There are objects that fly,
Children thrown in danger,
And a mother’s mind becoming deranged.

Just from the sights that encircle around me,
Marriage doesn’t seem such a peaceful sound for me.

Creating a Slap In the Face

One goes about, with daily living,
doing what is asked, and considering others, during a choice.
However, realizing one, is not guaranteed, the same treatment,
as one receives, an attitude, with such, a harsh voice.

Because for granted, other's take of one's love,
believing the right for them, for them, to have, is there, in place.
Not even, acknowledging the heart, soul, and wisdom, of another,
assuming still, for them, despite us all; creating a, slap in the face.
Form: Rhyme

Kill Yourself Or Get Over It

My cries are adolescent,
Life is unfair.
Well, sweetheart, kill yourself
Or get over it.
But I want it to be different,
I don't want to be so perverse,
So destructive.
I try to wash it from my body,
Try to rid myself of everything that has ruined me.
The cum
The makeup
The pills
The vodka
The blood.
This soap does nothing,
My tears are stagnant.
The blood of the lamb is a slap in the face,
Because I can never be pure again.
I can't pretend.
I can't get over it.

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