Newspaper Poems - Poems about Newspaper

I’m tired of the newspaper, Defeated and ashamed, For story after story features He-who-can’t-be-named. But even worse, the toadies Who bow down and kiss his toes Are gloating with their power Which nobody will oppose. We’re headed for disaster Yet it’s difficult to care Because the news assures us That, already, we are there. Our nation once was mighty, Opportunity did shine, But that’s the case no longer Since nobody...

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Too little too late God said to me in this dream I had about fate So I asked him what did he expect, A goody two shoes a prophet a saint to be something I ain’t Not at all he said I want to be entertained Eternity is boring mostly people snoring especially at night and during...

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What an unfree newspaper writes According to a leading English newspaper the alarm is the upcoming election will labor be back in power like that would be different from now England (not Britain) is meddling in the war in Ukraine, which is not of her concern England, which had once been a colonial power has a long tradition in military...

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a newspaper and frost The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was exhausted, the German army that had given employment to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me. In a...

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News these days, scars our soul; children are sold by their own parents: promises made, betrayed. Life’s likened to a dark dream, conjured by man’s demonic heart but we find no solace in these words, witnessing the rape of our consciousness. Within life’s fearful darkness, some lights shine, lessons of peace, forgiveness and trust, which heart clutches onto in hope, that a day will come when love will transform...

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I was riding the bus to work One day, When the fellow sitting next to me Turned to say There’s an interesting article In the newspaper today. I looked at him, My curiosity was roused. Page seven he he said, if you care to browse. I unfolded my paper and Turned to the page. Two-words caught my eye. As I started to read, I scratched my head. Was this...

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My Newspaper Horn Haiku what we did detect newspaper had intelect we knew was correct This is my 8,800th Horn Haiku especially designed for Brunswick Beacon, Shallotte, North Carolina James Serious Mysterious Horn RiverSea Plantation Bolivia, NV 28422...

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A dead man and newspapers It was an extremely cold winter in 1947 the country was exhausted and the German army who did construction work, building new roads repairing the old ones had kept many civilians in employment But the army had surrendered and taken the train home Mother was not one sitting still; she secured two newspaper...

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Keep your morning informed With a piece of newspaper Stay connected with the rest of the world Besides your small confined self-centred world Stay up-to-date with The critical news The breaking news The latest news The in-depth reports Like dropping a bombshell into a dull world But news can't simply be surfaced Without evidence of a witness Or some physical proofs Or else it will...

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Fluttering news there the newspaper fly in space lost in the strong storm...

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Tom, do you know “THE CUNNINGHAM NEWS” is read by one and all, The World anxiously waiting to celebrate upon hearing about Putin’s fall, I can understand how Ukrainian deaths will dampen Ukraine’s victory call, But winning this war with glorious hearts, their reward, to feel ten foot tall....

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The family was poor and on Christmas Eve he went to bed still hungry after his meagre evening meal. He slept fitfully and dreamt he had to work on Christmas Day, distributing flyers to the people in town. Hear, hear, read the news, Today a Holy Child is born. He ran from church to church, from avenue to avenue, from restaurant to restaurant, spreading...

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A newspaper and a Widow The old widow across the hall has been coughing loudly during the night I thought of knocking on her door. Decided against because of the virus she might have. Well, she is not coughing now. I have read the guardian newspaper a confessed paper for “the educated middle-class” I should not read it as I´m not their...

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Escaping from the wintry plight Fearless knight Having golden locks With a physique like a rock Walked up and down the mountainous block In the village filled with sweets And treats Back at the romantic villa A few miles up the hill-a Mrs. Knight was petting her coyote companion While spending a moment getting tannin “Hubby...

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This is what they used to do, Grandpa's made their own rules, Sit on verandah on sunny morn, Read the sport, paper at dawn, Then to read the obituaries, Ensure still alive, you see, Finally, they passed to glory, Grandpas so loved, their story!...

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