Short Sneering Poems
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Silent, sarcastic sneering
Dark, deadly deliberation
Ignoring ignited ire
Foolish fervor over fateful follies.
Images dance of nudity and skin,
Sprawled and spread with legs wide open,
Tempting and sneering with hooks to bring you to hell along with him.
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Sabine a spoil, selfish siren of the sea
her song is sweet as honey
luring sailors to their deaths
then sneering as their ships
smashed upon the shore.
ALesiach © 9/30/2015
dolls terrify me
faces stiff and unfeeling
soulless dead blue eyes
many creep me out
their mouths seem to be sneering
they are my enemy
here is an odd one
maniacally mean looking
wait it is just my sis
It was just a break in the road
gaping, defying, sneering its
refusal to allow normal traffic;
smooth pavement ripped like
some old plastic seat covering
revealing wet stained stuffing.
No easy traverse in sight,
so I turned, and went back.
someone's love not mine
passes by with sneering grin
what am I missing
the body of a model
or deep blue eyes like the sea
beauty fades with age
but if age is all I have
I am like fine wine
waiting for the right pairing
to be shared with my true love
Diviner of Pain
Tell me, artful diviner of pain,
I know so well your grim refrain
Your ugly mask, your sneering scowl
Your twisted knife, your jeering howl...
A deceiver with a poisoned dart
Why do you sit so easily
Upon my heart?
It’s the ticking, ticking of the clock
I’m alone again unnaturally
And I hear the black dog
Growling, sneering at me
It doesn’t go away
As I close my eyes
I will still see
The black dog
Growling, sneering at me
Even if it leaves today
It will be back soon anyway.
© Paul Warren Poetry
bitter
acerbic, unpleasant
sneering, alarming, unwelcoming
acidulent, caustic, saccharine, confection
tasting, appreciating, fancying
pleasing, tasty
sweet
I hear them
Muttering, whispering, conspiring
Always there; creeping, sneering
Telling me
I'm useless, hopeless, incompetent
They hate me; despise me
I'm paranoid,
Gripping me, sucking my life and soul
Make me hateful; angry, suspicious
Losing it
Watching, plotting, spying
I'll get them; destroy them, end them
Confused arising
Seeking, searching, scrutinizing. . .
Succeeding.
Conniving, cutlasses, smirking swords;
Silently mocking, laughing at my doom.
Glaring, glowering, with a gleam in their eye.
Eerie eye patches, sneering smiles;
Sinisterly scheming, anticipating gloom.
Creeping, crawling, cringing. . .
Complete.
Concrete awakening.
turncoats in autumn
the stupendousness of leaves
sprinkle my driveway
golden as topaz
her variegated colors
autumns fine maple
rounded leaves of oak
plotting how to be crimson
sneering at walnut
stagnant fir soldier
retaining her verdent
keeping her counsel
october line up
shows off her gold finery
teasing november
e……..em……..emu……emulate……emulation
building words is quite the celebration
constructing sentences is a kick too
conjunctions acting as the well-toned glue
prepositions running up and down
paragraph sneering with a clown’s young frown
my muse tears down rules and jumps over walls
ideas are pinging in my head now like ping pong balls
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Who are these peers to whom
I'm supposed to belong to?
Certainly not my soul mates, nor kin.
I fear they're lackey leerers,
peering and sneering,
in unsavory ways.
Smearing my reputation
by claiming I'm in their
in-crowd, all endearing
and revering when I'm not.
I'm a mutineer from
the peer besmear,
So let's be clear about that!
The glaring sneering Sun has
Beat me down to the pavement.
The hot the heat
The flaring has won.
The. Violent engagement beastly
Perspiration beseigement
Beaming steaming gleaming
Dazed AMAZED seeking shade
From deathly rays.
Prone to bemoan the scorching
Phase of days of UNFALLING RAIN
Nick named SMOKRD AND turned
FIRE STARTER SUN
Churned and burned
Elizabeth: squat river with cranes, tugs, wharfs abristle,
Its broad, deep-dredged breadth plied by warship and merchant mammoth,
Ships with haughty grandeur gliding along buoyed channel—
Lofty titans sneering down on collier, barge, sloop at sail
And, on fog-bound nights, soothing sleepers with moans baritone.
November 21, 2016
Form-River Line-Poetry Contest
Rick Parise, Sponsor
You shouldn't try impressing folks
above you;
they'll just look down their noses
if you try to,
sneering and snickering at whatever
you do.
Nor should you show off to folks
below you;
they'll think you're either lying or
plainly lucky;
envious, they won't give credit
where it is due.
She lingers waiting for me to make a mistake.
I feel her, sneering at me, ready to pounce.
Unsure how she originated, but I keep her masked.
Cover her up with a brilliant smile,
Being Robin William funny, so no one knows
Except me….
She goads me with pokes and prods
Trying to get me morose and sad.
I am aware of her power
I dare not give in to her.
She can take me down harder than a Mack Truck
Disdain can be so hurtful and baseless.
So hard to renew prestige once tarnished.
Derision, sneering in reply useless,
As disdain on disdain, with brush varnished
Only adorns contempt with scorn garnished.
Better to outflank to prove your true worth
In common ground dug over to unearth
A new campaign where seeds already sown
Can yield reputation and worth rebirth
Freed of need to moan and atone, alone.
The Ghost in her past haunts her in her sleep,
With fleeting, mocking images she should not keep.
Each night He ghoulishly waits for his invisible hold,
Sneering at her unpretentious heart of gold.
He unveils lovely, sweet memories of days long ago,
Then across her body an icy wind begins to blow.
He holds her captive with a voice in her ear,
But she wakes up smiling, now she has no fear…
3/20/16
Fear Contest
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
A wheezing help'ng jolt floats daintily
As raindrops tumble on from the sky
While the earth snickers mischievously
In squalls that rant in the windy eye
Treetops influence, the move of breeze
Blowing harvest time leaf laughs damply
O' the land bows down among the trees
Sneering blast exhaust endearingly
Protesting with indecent ascent
Pre-winter sun spreads blue litany
Extending in a chilled jubilant
As pre-winter stoops into flurry
I've been skipping the sidewalks
of my latter poems,
inhaling jasmine
with open lungs-
but sneering at imagery flaws
with a certain hostility
bullies claim
cursing at fallen language,
snubbing punctuation
then suddenly, quite unexpectedly
it bloomed in me,
perfection will always be over there
just ten spaces away
from pen's reach
So I succumb to humility
and adore the cracks
my heart so carefully construed
with her bare hands
yes, falws and all
The devil is in hearts of the many too afraid to be themselves
That are first to face the tune of day's clock
With wickedness thrained their dereliction can't stop
They're prudently persistent about the way you do things
Having absolutely no concept of love or compromising
When they finish destroying what they could
They move on to another
So when you see him sneering back at you
Across the table at the bar
Know it's him the snake breeching the weeds
The unholy morning star
You were discovered inside a white Bible on a summers day
brown as a dead hen with a chicken neck
crumbling too, brittle, all your water gone
oh Grandma what is it? I had to think for a second.
you are a reminder of a time when I was not anyone's grandma
I saw you sneering at me and I smiled with affection.
you were the first flower I had not gotten from Daddy and Mommy.
I will keep you safely inside this Bible forever my love.
Remembering how nervous was the boy who handed you to me.