Short Triviality Poems
Short Triviality Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Triviality by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Triviality by length and keyword.
fill the void, oh! hotshot
knuckle down to call in question
like elucidation of parting shot
triviality over inflection
05/08/16
INTEREGNUMS
eyes
flickering
overblown
engaging
flares
in
nocturnal
concentration
changing
in
the wind
dispersed
help fix
the mood
soften
tones
to give
structure
to
sensitive
expression
cudhioned
with
charm
in stillness
where
triviality
dreams
Everything I Try,
I Make It Worse.
Not Again!
Stop Trying.
It's A Test!
Yeah, Failed To Try!
Try Not...
To Be Upset!
Trivial Triviality;
Terrible Trifles!
Everything's Different
From What Anyone
Would Do, If They
Were Me.
A++.
-Gray Squirrel
08-19-2026
open
&
banal
smatterings
submitted
weaved
& stretched
in
gratuitoius
pride
of place
triviality
amongst
the
representive
in
decline
slight
impulses
filtered
by
the
established
contemporary
in
random
selections
regardless
of debate
Oh, cloudy days...
Why do we constantly block divine rays?
Oh, selfie society...
Why not less ME and more WE?
Oh, foggy haze...
Why are we walking around in a daze?
Oh, social mediums of triviality...
Why are we drifting further from reality?
Oh, doleful times
Why isn't there more love in our hearts and minds?
Why oh,
Why oh,
Why?
Love is a luxury,
You need to have a lot,
Prepare a lot,
To truly guard it.
A little triviality in life,
It will slowly wear it away.
Until the last point,
There's no light left.
You see whether in life or at work,
The pace of two people is out of step
There's no way together permanently.
Market is cruel.
People are knives.
And you are a fish.
How would you survive,
In a pool full of sharks?
Form:
After the tender moments
and the whispered promises
Love can go awry
Two spirits who met and made love
may end their bond
over a triviality
To build trust is no easy task
It can be toppled by a word
Still, we seek joy and fufillment
In each other's arms
We walk upright into the new day
Hope steals into our hearts
Yes, love can go awry
But we'll persist
Take our chances
Let the karmic wheel spin
in our direction
I sit in the shadow, being invisible
Looking at the clouds overhead
They float slowly as piles of snow
Or the jade carved white tides
The sun might forget its duty time
And tedious being with streetlights
The moon seems surprised by sight
And keeping endlessly sighs
What reluctance does afresh day start
With those entities that are still alive ?
Making life such spontaneous routines
Caring nothing if blissful or sad
weeks months days pass by
like strangers on the street
never looking him in the eyes
or stopping to notice the
bitterness behind them
but the seconds the minutes
stall
and he feels them all
like needles in the skin
acupuncture for the soul
but this is all the pain
without the treatment
banality and triviality
and now redundancies
sadly appropriate
for the life he leads
doesnt it stop
hed like to think so
TRUTH
We are living in disruptive times
voices are loud and angered
shouting change and resistance..
Multiple truths seem to thrive
for brief moments within mixes
of contingency and suffering..
Truth has been curtained
in shadows of triviality..
Our most desperate need
is for Truth to be exposed
calling each of us by that
ancient name: I Am..
Such new recognition
must sooth angered voices
dissolving idolatrous lies
in a morning's new light...
I place a great deal of importance on morality
and never will I perceive it as a mere triviality
It is a fine quality I seek when choosing a friend
A virtuous trait, one should never condescend
Those relishing debauchery, I consider unsavory
Surrendering their honor will surely lead to slavery
A bondage that breaks the ethical code of respect
Their sense of morality is in a state of gross neglect
January 4th, 2021
Mark Koplin's Morality Contest
New Dawn
Darkness at the edges of my vision
Blurred as time erases contours of the past
The evoked is as sharp as a lone tree on a hill
The dark shadows at the foot of the mountain.
The loneliness of walking on a road where no one lives
Knowing you are the last one of your tribe
The memory has shed the execs burden of triviality
Distorted remains float out of reach to make sense.
A new morning is a mere comma in the vastness
In the end, life is a dream of no consequence.