Short Unsparing Poems

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


Gifts of a Day

Each and every last day that consumes to a finishing
Reliably 'n consistently comes bearing 
Its own particular commitment ministering
Rapidly add a gift to the day unsparing
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Marmalade

There is a school of thought
That says
Marmalade is only for breakfast bread
My mother also had that view.
However,as for myself
I will spread it,unsparing,
Morning ,noon and night.

Premium Member Life Abandoned

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Life Abandoned 
David J Walker

What of the abandoned baby 
	Tears hidden 
Seismic cries choaked and cloaked
In an unsparing future 
	Whose voice speaks for you when
You are months away from birth
And moments away from death

Premium Member i feel'luh thunder in mine thewz

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     when i thank 
         Yahweh
         for hern
            purty
         yet     az
              not
       (((bolt like)))
      when i thank 
           Him For
           Yeshua
      His            Son
           Faithful
   Such             Love
          Supernal
          For His Father
                      Yahweh
                    Unsparing

Premium Member Our Bountiful God-

Our Bountiful God-------------------

Our God is bountiful because
Unsparing free and liberal

Benevolent beneficent charitable


Our God is bountiful because

Creator hands on everything
Holy benignant bestowal of gifts
Favors munificent; generous. abundance;

Always ever thankful

Our God is bountiful because

11/19/20
Our Bountiful God Poetry Contest
SPONSORED BY: Julia Ward


Modern Art

She loved
broken things
like she loved
the petals
of withered roses,
that scattered
for their own funeral
like strewed confetti-
which a lover
may have dropped
unintentionally
or intentionally-
crushed
under branded shoes
and under the wheels
of the cars
driven 
by unsparing drivers
who aren’t troubled
by squeezing life
out of humans,
let alone a flower;
and she called it
‘modern art’.

Voiceless Calling

Fixing the dignity
like a fabulous sarcophagus
you are unsparing in your generosity.

You left one window open
for the saint of wax
to let in the light.

Keeping him alive for –
a fake functionality
to run the community.

There was a long queue
of people to offer the wooden roses
before the wound heals.

Who was eternal in this
vanishing universe ? Do-
not stop me of if I start bleeding.


Satish Verma
Form: ABC

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