Short Vigilantes Poems

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


Singers of Sea Shanties

Men who sing sea shanties 
Are known to wear frilly panties
Their masculine voices 
And underwear choices
Upset musical vigilantes.
Form: Limerick


Gold Rush

Able bodies come..
dig .. excavate.. find gold..
how I jumped..keep looking..
mercy.. Nothing!.. 
ore... picks..quick rising 
settlements.. tents.. Unbelievable..
Vigilantes.. Worries... xenophobic.. 
yelling zestfully..
Form: ABC

Premium Member SPEAKING TRUTHS MEANS ALOT-

Vigilantes heavy handed with their mouth Their eyes are crying , they hear the tears Nourishment flees from their heart Starvation trolls the diminished dark Speakings "truths" means a lot
8/28/26 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Form: Rhyme

Patterned

a freedom-fighter with a gun
a Jihadist with a gun
a lone-wolf with a gun
a redneck with a gun
a survivalist with a gun
a good-guy with a gun
a bad-guy with a gun
a hate-monger with a gun
a vengeance with a gun
a first-person-shooter
vigilantes and vigils 
a patterned proximity

© GoodGuySoul 2015-02-12
© Goode Guy  Create an image from this poem.
Form: List

Blackguard

Bad people do not deserve
love, or happiness. They do not deserve
everything, the universe crushed into
oblivion, dismantled as only they can
dismantle it. 
As only anarchists of love
can dismantle.

We deserve each other, they say.
Vigilantes, con artists, 
Loner social outcasts. 

For, 

wolves, ravens
even jackals, 
are known to 
mate for life.


Xx: Yours Watch-Lad

At this juncture
Of vehement condolences
At this juncture
Of false reproaches
The vendors did not venture a plea
Yet the gods are still waiting
In their uncertain shrine –

Dearest V.C. –
Some celebrate in it still
Some calibrate in it still
The forest mourns the logs;
Salute the ill-bands of vigilantes
Who daily shock the peace –
Thanks: yours roused & watch-lad!
© Canny Amah  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member VIGILANTES

VIGILANTES
The elder trees stretch skyward in a lace of silent bark. Wands of rising branches become dancing silhouettes in the pale moonlight. The wind dies, and the limbs cease their movement. Then, like sentries they stand perfectly still,
silencing the clocks. trees their vigil keep whisper secrets to the wind moonlight filters down
Form: Haibun

Premium Member A Sea Of Immorality

Its funny, comedic in fact
to see those who think they have morals
yep 
let me be clear
its not complicated
like it wasn't complicated with the Nazis
If you support Israel and Zionism
you have no morals
poets of ill repute
to you I puke

Epstein and Netanyahu
if those two arouses you
maybe move to Israel
with the rest of them

Have a happy birthday party
to the vigilantes of Israel

Premium Member Freedom's Fragile Chains

Overcrowded prisons,
brings joy to early released criminals.
Taxpayers may be happy,
but there's predators at playgrounds,
rapists at bars,
stalkers, stalking,
violent hooligans back at matches,
abusers contacting their exes,
jealous lovers beating new spouses.
Mobs on the streets,
will only bring mayhem,
unless vigilantes rise,
whilst the police hide.
Who will protect the traumatised victims?
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Bloody Town 1191

Hers was the wishing well of magic and moonlit revelry
Joined within a mastery of domesticated wizardry
They say she was a powerful soul

His royal handsomeness mounted the vehicle of glory bellowing on thick hind legs 
ready for war

Kingdoms confront years of anger, streets swamped with vigilantes as children hide.

Tears and blood mix amongst the common tax payers

"Warriors take aim"...... Jerusalem cried
© Faiz Ali  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Rampage

There is a new rage that is taking
over the country,
Vigilantes going on rampages,
No one is immune from their acts 
of passion, 
They are making recompense
for imagined slights,
not really thinking about the
consequences or ruining
other peoples' lives,
The spurned are unleashing their
feelings everywhere,
Folks are no longer free to roam,
afraid to tackle life openly,
because a wicked wind may arrive
suddenly........

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