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.
refinemind
SUNLITE
SUNLITE
Poem Published
Today 2:12pm
Today 2:12pm
UPtight->EVERYTHING •sUN*LiTe
Uptight everything sUN*LiTe
No HYPE just the TYPE words I Recite
Formulating a lead pipe like a Conduit delivers water to a river
With maybe a sliver creating a shiver to a shoulder
32Degrees or colder getting older pushing a boulder like a cellphone HOLDER
That’s why it’s took,shook then hooked but can’t be OVERLOOKED
Poems waiting to be BOOKED
Coming to a set faster than a speeding JET like you just found your missing PET
Or you removed ALL your Financial debt
Sending shaky sharing sharp sounds
Blood to hounds Lost to Found ...
No HYPE just the TYPE words I Recite
Formulating a lead pipe like a Conduit delivers water to a river
With maybe a sliver creating a shiver to a shoulder
32Degrees or colder getting older pushing a boulder like a cellphone HOLDER
That’s why it’s took,shook then hooked but can’t be OVERLOOKED
Poems waiting to be BOOKED
Coming to a set faster than a speeding JET like you just found your missing PET
Or you removed ALL your Financial debt
Sending shaky sharing sharp sounds
Blood to hounds Lost to Found ...
#rhyming
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Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
Today 5:19am
Today 5:19am
Rustic Sea Sucked
salient strife scrunching
like veins veiling
the tracks coiled
about the toil
of gollible Green
heaving hoisted sprees
burnished blue blushed
tumultuous torrent crushed
leering lanky lust
gold cloak cupped
beneath blazing guts
rustic sea sucked
callous crimson's touch
weary waves slumped.
19:12:14:04:57
like veins veiling
the tracks coiled
about the toil
of gollible Green
heaving hoisted sprees
burnished blue blushed
tumultuous torrent crushed
leering lanky lust
gold cloak cupped
beneath blazing guts
rustic sea sucked
callous crimson's touch
weary waves slumped.
19:12:14:04:57
#water
7 reads
0 Comments
CArpeNoctem_
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:23pm
Yesterday 7:23pm
Why just half a life?
What if I would tell you;
You are living in another world.
A world surrounded by Whispers.
Voices of people you can’t seem to understand. A world no one is able to sense you, living like a shadow, living half a life.
Yet you’ve seen to accept that world. Just now, you wonder why...
What if I would tell you there is a way to unlock it.
To step into a world you truly belong…
What if I told you,
there's a way out,
a path you need to walk on.
But it’s hard.
Unlock this world filled with just Whispers you are living in.
For...
You are living in another world.
A world surrounded by Whispers.
Voices of people you can’t seem to understand. A world no one is able to sense you, living like a shadow, living half a life.
Yet you’ve seen to accept that world. Just now, you wonder why...
What if I would tell you there is a way to unlock it.
To step into a world you truly belong…
What if I told you,
there's a way out,
a path you need to walk on.
But it’s hard.
Unlock this world filled with just Whispers you are living in.
For...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#LifeChangingMoment
#choices
#SelfWorth
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:41pm
Yesterday 3:41pm
Maxwell's tail of temptation
Maxwell's tail of temptation
is unprecedented…
and rather long…
It sticks to him like a shadow
with an inquiring mind
and a song…
It waves about like wafting smoke...
neath other cats' noses in hopes he can stoke a reaction...
Calling for action...
Wherever he goes... mayhem follows
a habit he just can't shake
little guy just wants to play...
all...
day…
long…
Insists on "helping" with every chore
from making the beds to sweeping the floors…
...
is unprecedented…
and rather long…
It sticks to him like a shadow
with an inquiring mind
and a song…
It waves about like wafting smoke...
neath other cats' noses in hopes he can stoke a reaction...
Calling for action...
Wherever he goes... mayhem follows
a habit he just can't shake
little guy just wants to play...
all...
day…
long…
Insists on "helping" with every chore
from making the beds to sweeping the floors…
...
#cats
#WritingPoetry
15 reads
4 Comments
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:34pm
Yesterday 3:34pm
MY FREQUENT FRIENDS
MY FREQUENT FRIEND
Lord, l count just on myself,
but l find myself too weak.
I confess a sin to see
some new sins start to appear.
I have tried to shun the blame,
but it seems my frequent friend,
who is faithful to my heart
and won't leave my solitude.
Sins show me how weak l am.
I dispose of one to find
ancient sins conquer my mind,
telling me l am not clean.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ...
Lord, l count just on myself,
but l find myself too weak.
I confess a sin to see
some new sins start to appear.
I have tried to shun the blame,
but it seems my frequent friend,
who is faithful to my heart
and won't leave my solitude.
Sins show me how weak l am.
I dispose of one to find
ancient sins conquer my mind,
telling me l am not clean.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ...
#loneliness
20 reads
7 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:23am
Yesterday 11:23am
London town
Scrubbing nylon brushes
scratch the backs of dirty streets.
Outside the shops with sagged oak beams,
untold news is gagged with string.
Rubbish crushed by talking trucks
reverse away a day of waste,
underground she groans awake
on gyroscopic legs.
Quiet queues that crave Chai Latte,
commune on phones with robot thumbs.
Wired heads are sealed by force-fields
that keep in the morning dead.
The shelter tells its guests to go,
slow limbs dress out of place
and trace the steps they've come to know,
handed out with...
scratch the backs of dirty streets.
Outside the shops with sagged oak beams,
untold news is gagged with string.
Rubbish crushed by talking trucks
reverse away a day of waste,
underground she groans awake
on gyroscopic legs.
Quiet queues that crave Chai Latte,
commune on phones with robot thumbs.
Wired heads are sealed by force-fields
that keep in the morning dead.
The shelter tells its guests to go,
slow limbs dress out of place
and trace the steps they've come to know,
handed out with...
#city
21 reads
0 Comments
David2013
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:48am
Yesterday 7:48am
Miriam (aged 12) and her Grandmother’s voyage on the Titanic.
Miriam: Oh Grandma
Grandmother: Yes, dear what is it?
Miriam: I am awfully excited to be traveling today.
They say the Titanic is the largest passenger liner ever made.
Apparently it’s 882 feet long, 92 feet wide and can carry
3327 crew and passengers.
Grandmother: Yes dear now settle on your deck chair and read your book.
Miriam: Oh Grandma will mummy be wanting at the dock in New York?
Grandmother: Yes dear that is the plan.
Miriam: Oh look Grandma...
Grandmother: Yes, dear what is it?
Miriam: I am awfully excited to be traveling today.
They say the Titanic is the largest passenger liner ever made.
Apparently it’s 882 feet long, 92 feet wide and can carry
3327 crew and passengers.
Grandmother: Yes dear now settle on your deck chair and read your book.
Miriam: Oh Grandma will mummy be wanting at the dock in New York?
Grandmother: Yes dear that is the plan.
Miriam: Oh look Grandma...
#LifeGoals
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David2013
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:44am
Yesterday 7:44am
Michiko and the little boy.
Michiko was 11 years old on August 6th 1945.
She was the only daughter of Mr and Mrs Kobayashi.
They lived in a small house outside of Hiroshima.
Michiko had polio and her leg was always painful.
She was given the job of cleaning school.
Inside the classroom was a little boy waiting for his
parents to pick him up.
As Michiko looked out the window she saw a cloud forming.
It was a bomb called “Little Boy”
She covered her eyes and hid under the desks and
tried to protect the little boy.
“Kowai Kowai” the boy kept repeating .
The sound...
She was the only daughter of Mr and Mrs Kobayashi.
They lived in a small house outside of Hiroshima.
Michiko had polio and her leg was always painful.
She was given the job of cleaning school.
Inside the classroom was a little boy waiting for his
parents to pick him up.
As Michiko looked out the window she saw a cloud forming.
It was a bomb called “Little Boy”
She covered her eyes and hid under the desks and
tried to protect the little boy.
“Kowai Kowai” the boy kept repeating .
The sound...
#LifeGoals
11 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:26am
Yesterday 4:26am
Limping Isn't Easy
Limping isn’t easy, I stub my small cursed toe almost weekly,
It hurts so much that I’ll whine as if I’m a little wimp,
It’s so bad it’s hard to breathe because then I get all wheezy,
Which is why the next day I stroll with a casual limp.
When yours truly walks into any room folks say “he’s very cheesy”
Especially because of the way I’ve tried to preen and primp,
But once people see my stride they claim it’s slightly sleazy,
Hobbling awkwardly makes me look like some playful chimp.
No matter how much I try to make it look cool...
It hurts so much that I’ll whine as if I’m a little wimp,
It’s so bad it’s hard to breathe because then I get all wheezy,
Which is why the next day I stroll with a casual limp.
When yours truly walks into any room folks say “he’s very cheesy”
Especially because of the way I’ve tried to preen and primp,
But once people see my stride they claim it’s slightly sleazy,
Hobbling awkwardly makes me look like some playful chimp.
No matter how much I try to make it look cool...
#rhyming
#funny
#WritingPoetry
22 reads
2 Comments
RobynRenee
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:00am
Yesterday 3:00am
sit awhile child
Sit awhile child
sit in your tears
Think awhile child
think of your fears
Cry awhile child
cry of the pain
And let the hurt leave you
before it hurts you again
Sing awhile child
yell out in joy
Love awhile child
treasure your toy
Breathe awhile child
be simple and still
And know forever child
You are my child still
sit in your tears
Think awhile child
think of your fears
Cry awhile child
cry of the pain
And let the hurt leave you
before it hurts you again
Sing awhile child
yell out in joy
Love awhile child
treasure your toy
Breathe awhile child
be simple and still
And know forever child
You are my child still
#love
18 reads
1 Comment
PurplePandas
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:19am
Yesterday 00:19am
Hopes For My Daughter
I hope my daughter is better than me.
I hope she has the courage to be free.
I want her to be beautiful so she doesn't have anything holding her back.
I want her to know that there isn't anything in this world that she lacks.
I wish that she goes after her dreams and succeeds.
I wish her beauty is something she will always see.
She'll never let someone walk all over her.
She'll never need the broken heart cure.
She won't suffer from any mental illnesses that I would have passed down.
She won't flinch from the touch of a person...
I hope she has the courage to be free.
I want her to be beautiful so she doesn't have anything holding her back.
I want her to know that there isn't anything in this world that she lacks.
I wish that she goes after her dreams and succeeds.
I wish her beauty is something she will always see.
She'll never let someone walk all over her.
She'll never need the broken heart cure.
She won't suffer from any mental illnesses that I would have passed down.
She won't flinch from the touch of a person...
#motherhood
#childhood
16 reads
2 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:18am
Yesterday 00:18am
All Hands
He had one hand on
the small of her back
and the other was in
her purse.
She'd gone
out for a change,
he'd gone out
for some change.
the small of her back
and the other was in
her purse.
She'd gone
out for a change,
he'd gone out
for some change.
#money
#dating
39 reads
6 Comments
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