Short Voting Poems

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


You Are the Voices

don't be control
be  bold
you are the gold
so don't fold
get to the voting poll
make your choices
YOU ARE THE VOICES


Fine Out Where Your Voting Poll

its  up to you
this you must do
get there
so your aware
don't just stare
its our gold
FINE OUT
WHERE'S YOUR
VOTING POLL

When the People Choose

It is not true... that
    "People don't match
     one..."
    Match, yes... mostly
    when  do wrong...!
    Voting ...

Why Voteing Matter

to eyes rain
More  race pain
We must stop insane
To make change
There  nomore
Beat down or batter
That's
Why Voting Matter
Form: Prose

Premium Member Congress Already Has Term Limits

Term Limits
By Franklin Price
5/7/2019

Congress already has term limits
We the People
By voting or not
Do not enforce them


Stay Tune

don't get out
no doudt
it'll be time
to stand on voting line
that day your paper sign
won't belong  after june
so
STAY TUNE

Premium Member Health Care

Voting
senate members, 
amid public outcry 
against government run healthcare,
pass it.

© Mar 22 2010      Charles Henderson
Form: Cinquain

Up To Us

Now time 
Have voting in mind
For change
To stop the insane
Get on line
Do your best stuff
To stop this race pain
Its
UP TO US
Form: Prose

Get Ready Its Fall Season

the summer clover
its over
now its its school books
time to get hook
for gifts voting time
all for a reason
GET READY FOR FALL SEASON

Voting Time

Generations of waiting
needing and wanting a vote
Dictator ousted; long
long polling queues, many thousands
wait nine hours, it matters not.

A Voting Suggestion

As a rule 
of thumb
VOTE "NO."
Keep America
the way it was.
What we had in the 50's
is better
than what we'll get.

Janet Marie Bingham
Form: Prose

Premium Member making America great again and again

While we loved the wrap-man from Glad
The cover Trump’s under is Vlad
All dictators hail
No voting by mail
Urged by their communist comrade
Form: Limerick

Choices

you must stand
get on love band
look ahead
early get out  of bed
its  for a gold
at the voting poll
its your voices
so go pick your
CHOICE

What Voting Means

its mean
your or the change  
to stop world pain
mean you stand tall
your that wall
when the weak fall 
your that dream
that's what
VOTING MEANS

Premium Member Voting and Democracy

Deadlier than bullets ballots become if the interests of the few and not of the many serve!






(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
        25 October 2016
Form: Monoku

Southern Hospitality

McConnell says blacks are not whites
So there's no need for voting rights
They all have the perk
Of going to work
Though a few may need to work nights!
Form: Limerick

Liars Dwell

Is the truth even electable
   redemption now a sin

The confessional a voting booth
  —where liars dwell within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Form: Rhyme

Liars Dwell

Is the truth even electable,
   redemption now a sin

The confessional a voting booth
  —where liars dwell within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Form: Rhyme

Time To Vote

Young or. Old
Voting  is the gold
Be bold
Get to the poll
Stop the  insane
From playing  game
Do it now  to leader we found
No doubt
TiME running OUT

Premium Member brewskis before ballots

There once were some voters from here
With factual knowledge unclear
Once in voting booths
Without simple truths
Picked with whom they'd rather drink beer
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Early Voting

As I stood in the line looking neutral
Hoping my choice would be fruitful
I was knocked on my ass
By the bellowing gas
Of a wobbling sign with a snoot full
Form: Limerick

The Note

The young man was handed a note
Check here, if you're registered to vote
Voting wasn't on his mind
Felt he waisted his time
Stuffed his ballad in a strange looking tote
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Turn It All Around

Not Ike, JFK, or Lyndon B.
Tricky Dicky, Gerald or Jimmy C
Ronald, HW, or Hillbilly Bill
“W”, Barack, Trump, and Biden still
Yet, I keep voting and hoping that somebody will

Come November

They call it debate when they curse and shout
But sticky fingers is what it's about
They think we believe their lies
Soicalisim in disguise
But come November we're voting them out
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

She Hacked Into My Heart

She hacked into my heart
installed fake voting materials
to be in her undisputable favor
When the day came for results
she was announced the winner
claiming me one hundred percent

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