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.
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
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
It is not true... that
"People don't match
one..."
Match, yes... mostly
when do wrong...!
Voting ...
to eyes rain
More race pain
We must stop insane
To make change
There nomore
Beat down or batter
That's
Why Voting Matter
Term Limits
By Franklin Price
5/7/2019
Congress already has term limits
We the People
By voting or not
Do not enforce them
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
Voting
senate members,
amid public outcry
against government run healthcare,
pass it.
© Mar 22 2010 Charles Henderson
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
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
Generations of waiting
needing and wanting a vote
Dictator ousted; long
long polling queues, many thousands
wait nine hours, it matters not.
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
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
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
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
Deadlier than bullets ballots become if the interests of the few and not of the many serve!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
25 October 2016
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!
Is the truth even electable
redemption now a sin
The confessional a voting booth
—where liars dwell within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Is the truth even electable,
redemption now a sin
The confessional a voting booth
—where liars dwell within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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