Short Tongue Lashing Poems

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


Premium Member No Mercy

Wifey's been in an attack mode recently After an hour of tongue-lashing, ask for leniency Out of control Shattered my soul Cower in a corner, muttering incoherently
Form: Limerick


Premium Member No Mercy

Wifey's been in an attack mode recently After an hour of tongue-lashing, I ask for leniency Out of control Shattered my soul Cower in a corner, muttering incoherently
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Disrespected

Tongue lashing again,
Life's callous pecking order, 
Choked on disrespect 

The scourned feel detest,
The lack of gratitude stings,
Respect's a balance 

Disrespectful self
Aching inside, the wound raw,
Self-love feels like salt
Form: Rhyme

Psychology Professor

Psychology Professor

Trump's popularity is becoming lesser and lesser
Even though the fool is a frantic, fancy dresser;
Weird thing he considers to have compassion
Is with puckered lips giving a tongue lashing
And of gloom has been known to be a professor.

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

Premium Member Time Out To Mourn

Excuse me while I take time out to mourn

     I can see the headlines tomorrow morn

          BRONCOS TAKE A BASHING

               COACH GIVES TEAM TONGUE LASHING

                    The outcome left Bronco boosters forlorn

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Dazed

a drop of my blood fills my tears, tears that roll down my  cheek, past the frozen  expression glued to my face, standing weak kneed before you, feeling abused,  dazed by the velocity, the ferocity of your  tongue lashing, steals the breath of my existence so Dad why are you surprised  a drop of my blood fills my tears
20~10~2014 Maurice Yvonne
Form: Verse

The Real Woman Cries For Flower

The real woman cries for flower.
A handed one makes her tower.
The much uplifted that hour!
Giver has but lent her power;
Just nothing would the day sour.

A woman, then free to glower,
If you'd promised her a flower
And it she saw not next hour;
As a replacement Bakers Flour...

Such a woman could make one cower:
For more than one grieving hour
Tongue-lashing men with full power?

"Go and sit down on your bower!"
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member To the Young People Who Share My House

I will conjecture
And give you a lecture
Is it better to complain?
Or preferably explain?

Should I talk you through it?
Or just tell you to do it?
If you listened first time round
Ranting words won't compound

I give you a tongue lashing
A noisy ear bashing
But you still don't hear me say
"JUST PUT IT AWAY"

So do it right first
And your bubble I won't burst
And I will not conjecture
Or give you a lecture.

PLEASE
© Aly Bahr  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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