Miscellaneous Poems
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Random, diverse and unusual poetry
This section is for poems that don't fit into other categories. A diverse choice of miscellaneous poetry, including random and abstract poems about strange and unusual subject matter, and emotions not covered in the other sections. If you like surprises, then you're in luck.
Dichotomy
Only an artist can create what they don't understand
Just like language with no barriers on foreign lands
Memorize your poem, improvise when you recite
A larger then life coaster, I'm afraid of heights
These contradictions mean nothing to me
An enigma to all, nobody cares to see
Everything changes, it all stays the same
I'm in love with you, hatred is to blame
Yes me to death, ask questions if confused
Consensual sex, accusing me of abuse
These contradictions mean nothing to me
An enigma to all, nobody cares to see
...
Just like language with no barriers on foreign lands
Memorize your poem, improvise when you recite
A larger then life coaster, I'm afraid of heights
These contradictions mean nothing to me
An enigma to all, nobody cares to see
Everything changes, it all stays the same
I'm in love with you, hatred is to blame
Yes me to death, ask questions if confused
Consensual sex, accusing me of abuse
These contradictions mean nothing to me
An enigma to all, nobody cares to see
...
#dialogue
#learning
#lyrics
#mystery
#rhyming
18 reads
3 Comments
Sapphic Love
I wonder
If the feeling
Of going underwater
Silence
Peace
Vulnerability
Is what it would be like
To kiss you
If the feeling
Of going underwater
Silence
Peace
Vulnerability
Is what it would be like
To kiss you
#LGBT
#love
27 reads
1 Comment
Under a sky of celadon
Under a sky of celadon
I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
Of riding a flaxen petal.
Lupine and globe mallow
Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
Comprising my entourage.
I saw pale butterflies mingle
Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
Which tugged at their cloaks
And then - the drape shifted
But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
To me that sunny interlude.
I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
Of riding a flaxen petal.
Lupine and globe mallow
Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
Comprising my entourage.
I saw pale butterflies mingle
Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
Which tugged at their cloaks
And then - the drape shifted
But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
To me that sunny interlude.
#spring
10 reads
0 Comments
That's My Day
Get up in the morning
The alarm goes off
Eyes open
To catch up to my mind
City has gone wild
Armed with light
There are times
I trudge right through
Perfect target
Snatch, cut, or shoot
Walk from the train
Back through the door
That's my day
The alarm goes off
Eyes open
To catch up to my mind
City has gone wild
Armed with light
There are times
I trudge right through
Perfect target
Snatch, cut, or shoot
Walk from the train
Back through the door
That's my day
#risk
37 reads
4 Comments
Lipskiss
In the wild disheveled
lived the windblown,
buxom and rumpled
who disarranged the uncombed
starboard and tumbled
blowsy and unmade
but they tousled, pursy
made mussy and unkempt whisked
lipskiss, hesitate
trembling and gasped.
lived the windblown,
buxom and rumpled
who disarranged the uncombed
starboard and tumbled
blowsy and unmade
but they tousled, pursy
made mussy and unkempt whisked
lipskiss, hesitate
trembling and gasped.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#wind
39 reads
10 Comments
Please swipe left
Let's start with the obvious
I'm a walking red flag
I'm not hot enough to be
this high up on the crazy scale
but I really hate to disappoint
unless you're expecting daily blow jobs
and then I really will disappoint
I prefer cunts to cocks
but I'll fuck anything if it's pretty enough
including your car
I have vague morals
so don't be surprised if I dine and dash
on our first date
fuck all and every capitalist corporation
I'm both intelligent and formally uneducated
if you wave a fancy...
I'm a walking red flag
I'm not hot enough to be
this high up on the crazy scale
but I really hate to disappoint
unless you're expecting daily blow jobs
and then I really will disappoint
I prefer cunts to cocks
but I'll fuck anything if it's pretty enough
including your car
I have vague morals
so don't be surprised if I dine and dash
on our first date
fuck all and every capitalist corporation
I'm both intelligent and formally uneducated
if you wave a fancy...
#apathy
#boredom
#romantic
45 reads
10 Comments
Dating Profile
NAME: Psycho A. Naylis, AKA " Who was that masked man?"
AGE: Older than Moses socks
OCCUPATION: Dowser rod salesman moonlighting as Psychiatrist when wearing my narcissistic hat
PROFILE: Blue-eyed nudist, soothsayer, ex-leatherneck, book monger, and coffee shop
owner, dabbling in prose, and a Christian
WHAT I WANT IN A WOMAN: must enjoy pickleball and get soused while watching bowling, fishing for slugs, old-time religion with a nonvenomous snake, nudity is optional when shopping at Walmart
WHAT I DON'T...
AGE: Older than Moses socks
OCCUPATION: Dowser rod salesman moonlighting as Psychiatrist when wearing my narcissistic hat
PROFILE: Blue-eyed nudist, soothsayer, ex-leatherneck, book monger, and coffee shop
owner, dabbling in prose, and a Christian
WHAT I WANT IN A WOMAN: must enjoy pickleball and get soused while watching bowling, fishing for slugs, old-time religion with a nonvenomous snake, nudity is optional when shopping at Walmart
WHAT I DON'T...
#dating
36 reads
3 Comments
An Unknown Land
Far away
Windblown, beyond the unknown
A pale autumn moon
Glows onto the ruins
Etched in stone
An unknown hand
Long forgotten
In the distant future
Eternal flame to the next of kin
Windblown, beyond the unknown
A pale autumn moon
Glows onto the ruins
Etched in stone
An unknown hand
Long forgotten
In the distant future
Eternal flame to the next of kin
#nature
#pagan
#spiritual
28 reads
2 Comments
A Cold Emptiness
As the sunlight dies
In cold empty darkness
Stillness of the grave
What the ruins remember
Through time and memory
Death appears through the windblown storm
Where the flame is eternal
Awakening
In cold empty darkness
Stillness of the grave
What the ruins remember
Through time and memory
Death appears through the windblown storm
Where the flame is eternal
Awakening
#death
#graveyard
#nature #storm
#nature #storm
30 reads
6 Comments
A Higher Degres Of Self-esteem
"" I hate myself ", hold on ! do not ever think that i abhor the one who is Me..
A self respecting person am I with an upper case, proudly stating,
but when it comes for others' sake they pass before any other consideration,
'' me included ''..even over my living body.before i die.."".
Altruism is my creed, my way to gain respect and honour, as they may ever say:
'' my server is my boss '' you do me a favour, so you are my boss,
i give you a service, so i am better than you, i am your boss
so to...
A self respecting person am I with an upper case, proudly stating,
but when it comes for others' sake they pass before any other consideration,
'' me included ''..even over my living body.before i die.."".
Altruism is my creed, my way to gain respect and honour, as they may ever say:
'' my server is my boss '' you do me a favour, so you are my boss,
i give you a service, so i am better than you, i am your boss
so to...
#courage
#forgiveness
#kindness #respect
#kindness #respect
36 reads
2 Comments
dark clouds
do you know what it's like? when the sky is always night- but not the way one likes....one's whole being is numb and tight; one's much far from alright....
the exercising ways to get outside of one's mind?
"distractions" do not measure to the dark clouds in the sky.... nature and nuture-how they both much coincide-things that makes one wonder- at contradictions of this life....
the exercising ways to get outside of one's mind?
"distractions" do not measure to the dark clouds in the sky.... nature and nuture-how they both much coincide-things that makes one wonder- at contradictions of this life....
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#depression #SelfReflection
#depression #SelfReflection
36 reads
A beast
What condemns a poet's piece?
What surrounds that feeble feeling
A golden arm or golden fleece;
Or tragedy that leaves us reeling?
A troubled time, a time so near
And far away from their arrears
A debt is paid, a debt is paid
And strikes as eagles so arrayed
O prey; o pray,
Say not that all will come to ash
For as the dust we all will lay
So too this iron tongue will lash
Dost thou recall the iron smoke,
The terror that surpasses dreams?
A day when every nightmare woke
For hell let loose its fiery...
What surrounds that feeble feeling
A golden arm or golden fleece;
Or tragedy that leaves us reeling?
A troubled time, a time so near
And far away from their arrears
A debt is paid, a debt is paid
And strikes as eagles so arrayed
O prey; o pray,
Say not that all will come to ash
For as the dust we all will lay
So too this iron tongue will lash
Dost thou recall the iron smoke,
The terror that surpasses dreams?
A day when every nightmare woke
For hell let loose its fiery...
#dreams
27 reads
1 Comment
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