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.
oskar
Poem Published
Today 8:09am
Today 8:09am
a voyage to Greenland
A voyage to Greenland
Greenland is the largest island in the world, but it is not a continent
I looked up Nuuk the capital up on the YouTube; it is now a modern town
with supermarkets and even cafes.
I was there fifty years ago. Back then it was a rather primitive place
with a million barking dogs and drunk people on the dirt roads,
they used to hang dogs slowly so the hairs stood out and it was
exported as pelt one hopes this practice has been outlawed.
I remember the coastline it was bottle green and for once, still,
we went fishing in a...
Greenland is the largest island in the world, but it is not a continent
I looked up Nuuk the capital up on the YouTube; it is now a modern town
with supermarkets and even cafes.
I was there fifty years ago. Back then it was a rather primitive place
with a million barking dogs and drunk people on the dirt roads,
they used to hang dogs slowly so the hairs stood out and it was
exported as pelt one hopes this practice has been outlawed.
I remember the coastline it was bottle green and for once, still,
we went fishing in a...
#countryside
#river
#sea
#beach
#clouds
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snugglebuck
Poem Published
Today 4:52am
Today 4:52am
THE COFFEE CEREMONY
Beneath the Northern Lights I partook in a most exotic tasty delight.
Among the Sami’s warm hospitality, I was invited to their sacred coffee ceremony.
Drinking a latte, a culinary rarity it was flavored reindeer dairy.
It was a nutty creamy coffee that any Starbuck Caribou would envy.
While sipping my brew from a wooden birch mug,
That night I forever became friends with the people called the Sami.
At times the Sami people partake in a sacred coffee ceremony. Usually held outdoors, the Sami brew strong coffee in large copper kettles. Wooden birch mugs...
Among the Sami’s warm hospitality, I was invited to their sacred coffee ceremony.
Drinking a latte, a culinary rarity it was flavored reindeer dairy.
It was a nutty creamy coffee that any Starbuck Caribou would envy.
While sipping my brew from a wooden birch mug,
That night I forever became friends with the people called the Sami.
At times the Sami people partake in a sacred coffee ceremony. Usually held outdoors, the Sami brew strong coffee in large copper kettles. Wooden birch mugs...
#friendship
#food
#culture
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mysteriouslady
Poem Published
Today 4:00am
Today 4:00am
summer nights
cool evening breeze
after hot sticky beach days
tickling camp fire haze
smores, hoodies and hobo pies
the lake kisses
the heavenly skies
no glow sticks needed
race to chase the
lightening bugs
tents, lanterns and pillow fights
sunsets with all hands held tight
giggles, whispers and secrets
all twisted together
may this most perfect
summer night
last forever and ever...
after hot sticky beach days
tickling camp fire haze
smores, hoodies and hobo pies
the lake kisses
the heavenly skies
no glow sticks needed
race to chase the
lightening bugs
tents, lanterns and pillow fights
sunsets with all hands held tight
giggles, whispers and secrets
all twisted together
may this most perfect
summer night
last forever and ever...
#family
10 reads
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:57am
Yesterday 00:57am
"an informed electorate .."
and so what if the brexiteers,
who appear bloody angry, since that
which they voted for looks
completely unachievable without
impoverishing the country,
were just a little more amenable,
instead of blaming all and sundry, to
maybe looking at new ideas ..
who appear bloody angry, since that
which they voted for looks
completely unachievable without
impoverishing the country,
were just a little more amenable,
instead of blaming all and sundry, to
maybe looking at new ideas ..
#regret
#conflict
15 reads
2 Comments
PersonafiedIdea
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:29pm
Yesterday 11:29pm
Reflection
Looking back
Backtracking Past Facts that lay
On the sentences they used to say
Yeah they used to say
They don't exist on the streets where I stay
Fly Fly Fly away
Not Holding on to yesterday
No not provoking thoughts about where to lay
Down
Used to sleep on the ground
Yeah I used to fight with a dragon some of you know
But knowing the sound
And carrying the wagon
Filled with bricks
Is a different state of know
Round Round Round you go
Spinning in circles just to fall back down
Knowing and Knowing ...
Backtracking Past Facts that lay
On the sentences they used to say
Yeah they used to say
They don't exist on the streets where I stay
Fly Fly Fly away
Not Holding on to yesterday
No not provoking thoughts about where to lay
Down
Used to sleep on the ground
Yeah I used to fight with a dragon some of you know
But knowing the sound
And carrying the wagon
Filled with bricks
Is a different state of know
Round Round Round you go
Spinning in circles just to fall back down
Knowing and Knowing ...
#memories
11 reads
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:51pm
Yesterday 2:51pm
WHERE IS THAT VOICE ?
WHERE IS THAT VOICE ?
He sits neglected in the hall,
a little soldier, weak and small.
He was the captain of the troop,
but now despised by all the group.
Are hearts of people changed to flint ?
They care for empty pride to sate.
A crime with pleasure they commit
as long as they can self acquit.
Is there no voice inside to shout
and wake them during their dark night?
Is that voice silenced when they eat
to mix food with tears in their plate ?
It's said that man is soft and kind.
Where is that man ?...
He sits neglected in the hall,
a little soldier, weak and small.
He was the captain of the troop,
but now despised by all the group.
Are hearts of people changed to flint ?
They care for empty pride to sate.
A crime with pleasure they commit
as long as they can self acquit.
Is there no voice inside to shout
and wake them during their dark night?
Is that voice silenced when they eat
to mix food with tears in their plate ?
It's said that man is soft and kind.
Where is that man ?...
#oppression
14 reads
12 Comments
Nightmoth
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:40pm
Yesterday 2:40pm
The Garden Path
The mystery began
in a long painted poem
each written line
once told
cannot untell
perhaps a reminder
of an ending forgotten
or ending remembered
A painting half painted
or a rhyme unfinished
a mystification
in uncommon tone
a trail leading nowhere
for lonely detectives
A lifelong obsession
a last dance alone
only words remain
and all that may be
is still the same
and all that was
is no more
but a blend of colors
a mix familiar
vaguely perfect
the meaning unknown.
in a long painted poem
each written line
once told
cannot untell
perhaps a reminder
of an ending forgotten
or ending remembered
A painting half painted
or a rhyme unfinished
a mystification
in uncommon tone
a trail leading nowhere
for lonely detectives
A lifelong obsession
a last dance alone
only words remain
and all that may be
is still the same
and all that was
is no more
but a blend of colors
a mix familiar
vaguely perfect
the meaning unknown.
#mystery
12 reads
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thelovepoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:28pm
Yesterday 12:28pm
1984 Blues
Those 1984 blues
do get pretty bad
you know they don't
come and go they
always stay with you
everyday...every night
anything every thing
you do in your life
those 1984 blues
are always there
they never go away
do get pretty bad
you know they don't
come and go they
always stay with you
everyday...every night
anything every thing
you do in your life
those 1984 blues
are always there
they never go away
#pollution
12 reads
1 Comment
Bonzi
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:29am
Yesterday 4:29am
Age
Well manicured nails adorn
tips of leather worn fingers
rings sit loosely over vein and bone
creating their own eerie sound
an unnerving rattle as they shake
These hands have been silenced
decades ago, yet they crave
words that trickle down a quill
revealing themselves unhurriedly
Divine words that flow from inside
meticulously winnowing down lines
painting vivid images of the soul
lives of characters who dwell in the mind
Soon to be herself
but ink on a sheet
...
tips of leather worn fingers
rings sit loosely over vein and bone
creating their own eerie sound
an unnerving rattle as they shake
These hands have been silenced
decades ago, yet they crave
words that trickle down a quill
revealing themselves unhurriedly
Divine words that flow from inside
meticulously winnowing down lines
painting vivid images of the soul
lives of characters who dwell in the mind
Soon to be herself
but ink on a sheet
...
#LifeAsAWriter
28 reads
8 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:16am
Yesterday 1:16am
Ownership
She’s numb, says she can’t feel anything for her husband, children or grandchildren.
Psychologically, she’s already checked out of her living hell but she’s surrounded by the remnants of all their wrongdoing.
Lamenting over the things he didn’t say or do to shape their children into better human beings as she takes blow after blow whilst bailing them out of trouble, time & time again.
The deep set frown lines upon her face and her silver flowing hair show no sign of wisdom or clarity, and it’s true, wisdom doesn’t necessarily come with age. ...
Psychologically, she’s already checked out of her living hell but she’s surrounded by the remnants of all their wrongdoing.
Lamenting over the things he didn’t say or do to shape their children into better human beings as she takes blow after blow whilst bailing them out of trouble, time & time again.
The deep set frown lines upon her face and her silver flowing hair show no sign of wisdom or clarity, and it’s true, wisdom doesn’t necessarily come with age. ...
#LifeCycle
34 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Jul 2018 00:40am
16th Jul 2018 00:40am
there's someone coming up the stairs ..
never try making love with your wife
in a second hand bookshop
the floorboards creak
but it's too late to stop ..
in a second hand bookshop
the floorboards creak
but it's too late to stop ..
#sex
#aging
20 reads
5 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
15th Jul 2018 10:05pm
15th Jul 2018 10:05pm
Cut To The Chase...And Tan Hat Man!
Though reading horror stories (macabre),
an only every now and again
genre crazy wave
washing over me like
a killer tsunami,
(subsequently fueling
desperation) to save
thine scrawny arse,
(a derriere laughing stock,
and hence cheeky of me to rave),
those rare occasions satiated, when
hung over insomnia heavily bulging,
rheumy myopic blood shot eyes
nonetheless lock into
critical opening sentence determining,
whether adroit kingly author
nimbly setting...
an only every now and again
genre crazy wave
washing over me like
a killer tsunami,
(subsequently fueling
desperation) to save
thine scrawny arse,
(a derriere laughing stock,
and hence cheeky of me to rave),
those rare occasions satiated, when
hung over insomnia heavily bulging,
rheumy myopic blood shot eyes
nonetheless lock into
critical opening sentence determining,
whether adroit kingly author
nimbly setting...
#vampires
#dragons
#ghosts
#fairies
#aliens
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