Short Strifes Poems
Short Strifes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Strifes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Strifes by length and keyword.
I race into thick of woods
denying all noise
From a mind rushed by bruised thoughts
This life how shallow ,
And time becomes my ruler
Dragging me to pits
Of unrelenting wounded strifes
A world without calm.
Experience the storms of life
We learn to live with very big strifes
We feel the chilled wind
And at times feel blind
By running head on, and working hard
We can tame the storm, walk another yard
Through it all we will come to know
The happiness with a rainbow
Dear Child why do you have to endure worries of an adult?
Dear Child why does it seems your struggles to survive in this world is full of hardship s and strifes.
Dear Child a simple walk to a corner store, playground, mall, neighborhood you have to worry about trampled upon a madman.
Dear Child why you have to suffer the repercussions of a madman misguided choices.
Dear Child
Battle rapping helps the anger within
Whatever you can think of
Whatever evil sin.
Spitting words that seem
To fit your life.
Gives you a sort of freedom
Like winning a giant fight.
To think of the top of you head
Strifes that come to mind
Clears away the hurt
Makes you a bit more kind.
To bottle it all up
Creates a danger zone
Nobody wants to be close to
Nobody wants in their home.
Important of music in or lifes
Helps sooths termoils of daily strifes
Flow and temple of boasted notes
Rythem and rhyme that continues to float
A song from an lonesome heart
Ignited by an passionate start
Fantasy of wanting to belong
In or named in just one song
Spirits can be held on high
And can almost make you cry
So tread on your walk of life
And enjoy the melody that cuts like a knife
On the walls of my graffiti life
Written those pandemonium things of my hurts my strifes
Depicted in letters and numbers and words
All the deploying menacing naked words
I am a living canvas
And Satan has written his damage
He has etched on me
Corrupted my spirit and my biology
I've erased savings writing on my body I no longer heed his call
I am by the wall
6/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Christmas eve night coming home
When grand marketing is done
Foot stepping high over stony loam
Heart panting for the merry fun
Suddenly the noise is not the same
The humming of figuring tongues
Changed to bush crackling with flame
The frantic scream of happy lungs
The scampering glee of feet, and there
The lurid lurch of masks, and fifes
Wooing me close to the bantering air
Of drums: jon kunno! A whip of strifes
Lashes out from the past, a sweet peel
Of laughter says hush, we are healed.