Short Talentless Poems

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


Politics

Politics; is the pursuit of power by the talentless,
To the detriment of the dispossessed majority,
By pandering to the greed of the controlling minority.
© Bade Khunt  Create an image from this poem.


Controversial/Haphaestus

Scorned and scorched by the flames of the sun
Burnt by hell’s fire, her reign’s begun
I tremble with fear of the chosen one
Ballsy, cocky, arrogance well hung
This talentless slander seems to be fun
(k)No(W) judgment or guilt, excuse the pun
But if the shoe fits, wear it and run
While tucking tail, think temple and gun
and Russian roulette or combustion
Stick a fork in yourself, you’re overdone
Form:

Tutt Tutt Fool

Everybody's fool

Court Jester

Yellow bird inside a cuckoo clock

Odd sock with a hole in it

Jack outside the box

Talentless Miss fox

Blind rabbit 

Thick yet clever

Unintentionally pretty

Strange sarcastic

Fake plastic

Tutt , Tutt

Feline , mutt

Atomic blonde 

Hedge fund

Silver spoon

Full moon

Liar , Liar

All of life's desires and fire's
are bound to die and pitter out

If they are neither poked
or stocked

Detached

USELESS RECIPROCITY 
POISONOUS INSECURITY 
¿ 
YOU KILL ME 
DAY IN AND OUT 

AND BLAME ME 
FILL MY HEAD WITH DOUBTS 
¿ 
SUCUBUS LOVER 
I SEE THE TRUTH 
¿ 
LEAVE ME ALONE 
PSYCHIC VAMPIRE 
YOUR PLAYING ME NO MORE 
¿ 
ALL HOLLOW TO DISCOVER 
WHATS MINE CANNOT BE YOURS 
LEECH OF TRUE PASSION 
¿ 
LEECH'S YOU ARE 
A TALENTLESS WHORE. 
¿ 
LEAVE ME ALONE 
PHYCHIC VAMPIRE 
YOUR PLAYING ME NO MORE. 


~END~

Explanation: 

Salute to thy Sucubus

Ability

If only I could be a savant. 

I could create crowds whenever I want. 

But talent only strikes the lucky ones. 

For me, I am stumbling in front of everyone. 

If I were a savant, maybe my parents would be proud. 

And I would reach acceptance, I would shout it out loud!

All I am is the passion I share. 

And all my worth is connected to the things people care. 

This pain I have learned is from the milestones that never came. 

So I carry this burden of talentless shame.
Form: Rhyme


Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace