Short Typecast Poems
Short Typecast Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Typecast by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Typecast by length and keyword.
Categories:
typecast, beach, best friend, bird,
Form:
Haiku
Imminent Iceberg
imminent iceberg is inching closer
to the passengers on board
catastrophe typecast...
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Categories:
typecast, angst,
Form:
Kimo
country living
an actor he was typecast
a soldier hit by a blast
but as of today
he's out mowing hay
farming a dramatic past.
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Categories:
typecast, age, autumn, farm, happiness, humor, humorous, retirement,
Form:
Limerick
Fear Only Fear
Afraid to ask
Afraid to cast
Afraid to hear
Afraid of jeer
Fear is delaying truth
Fear is growing from youth
Fear is reliving the past
Fear is irrational typecast
Asking diffuses fear
Talking reduces veering
Trying clears fear
Chose to steer
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Categories:
typecast, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
The Sea Goats Allegory
Aquarium realms
of anointed fools
masquerade as sensibility
Typecast foolscap
tired typewriters ribbons
don't have a prolonged head
Between the streets
where the drunkard
spins his tales
A strange panacea
scattered snakes
launch ta ta tee
Oh sang the Sea goat
his change as constant as the tide
strangely sympathising
the endless wave...
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Categories:
typecast, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Terms of Endearment
This is western society,
How much is distorted realism?
Talk in sinister sexism,
Casually call criticism,
Typecast fashion femmes,
What about men?
High heels or no,
They'll call you a ho!
You can't blame women,
For control mechanisms!
Emotional blackmail,
A world run by males,
We should empower the young,
For their lives in the sun,
When was misogyny begun?
Any real chance of equality,
in our western society?...
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Categories:
typecast, bullying, men, society, women, , western,
Form:
Free verse
Dramaturge
I portrayed the knave of hearts again,
A role it would seem I was made for.
I ventured off script and silenced my critics
By drinking them under the table.
Classically trained in the tavern arts,
I’m a boozy, bibulous sot.
A virtuoso of chugging a tankard,
A maestro of downing a shot.
I've been typecast as a barfly.
It's the same old morality play.
I’ll adlib my lines to upstage the lead,
And be star of this grim cabaret....
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Categories:
typecast, allegory, drink, loneliness,
Form:
Lyric