Short Untutored Poems

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


Premium Member Untutored Artist


     Kissing Mom ‘goodbye’ all those years
        I remained untutored at the art, I fear

     For when she turned to say “Good-bye, my dear” 
        My lips would land on her right ear
Form: Couplet


Premium Member How Naive Can JD Be

       JD Vance will certainly get skewered
       For he came off as naïve, untutored

          Boosted the military
          Promoted prosperity

       Such naivete can get him murdered
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda

A trilobite born in a pond
     thought that he would evolve
   But untutored was he in DNA
     gene puzzles he just couldn't solve

   Two million years or three went by
     his fossil embedded in clay
   Just think if he'd known about DNA
     He'd be on your fish plate today
Form: Rhyme

Where I Stand

As Long as I can see, I'll wear my sins to the sea; That is where I will be so long as you breath. 
You can meet me by the shore, Where the untutored youth vaunt stylishly like babylon whore's; Where sinning is normal and we are accepted in the false forgeries of this world for our love is just embers burning, here is where my love shall stay, beautiful as a summers day.

Premium Member Keep It Simple

Tho' some of my poetry may be a tad avant garde,

   And 'tis fer dang sure I'll ne'er be a renowned bard,

      But I try to concoct stuff that is original and creative,

         That can be understood by the most untutored native!

            Some verse I read leaves me scratchin' my head,

               Tryin' to figger out what the composer said!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015  All Rights Reserved
Form: Couplet


Amongst the Dregs of My Cups

I do not, amongst the dregs of my cups,
Consider you worthy to be the theme 
For my untutored scribblings.
There, Madame, there: I put you 
In your place, amongst the detritus 
Of my life, the forgotten effigies of life, 
As she should be lived.
Yet, you do not acquiesce to my intentions,
And re-emerge into my consciousness
To disturb and argue for attention and 
Writings.
I am weak, and accede to your importuning
With versification to placate your demands, 
To show my love.
Form: Sonnet

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