Poems About Confusion Published by Members Recently Online
#confusion
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
20th May 2024 11:59pm
20th May 2024 11:59pm
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
514 reads
29 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
20th May 2024 11:59pm
20th May 2024 11:59pm
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
514 reads
29 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
20th May 2024 11:59pm
20th May 2024 11:59pm
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
514 reads
29 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
20th May 2024 11:59pm
20th May 2024 11:59pm
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
514 reads
29 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
20th May 2024 11:59pm
20th May 2024 11:59pm
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
514 reads
29 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
Misty Harbinger
misty harbinger
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
Misty Harbinger
misty harbinger
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
81 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
Misty Harbinger
misty harbinger
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
81 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
Misty Harbinger
misty harbinger
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
81 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
Misty Harbinger
misty harbinger
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
81 reads
0 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 00:45am
15th Sep 2020 00:45am
Love means never having to leave
he loved her
so much
he couldn't breathe
without her presence
he loved her
to bits
he wanted
to be part of her
he adored her
and wanted to with her
in her
around her
forever and ever
he looked lovingly
at his jars of pickles
swore he saw her eyes
looking at him with so much love
he sighed, contented
she would always be there
for him
how he loved her!
so much
he couldn't breathe
without her presence
he loved her
to bits
he wanted
to be part of her
he adored her
and wanted to with her
in her
around her
forever and ever
he looked lovingly
at his jars of pickles
swore he saw her eyes
looking at him with so much love
he sighed, contented
she would always be there
for him
how he loved her!
#dark
#confusion
#fear
414 reads
1 Comment
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 00:45am
15th Sep 2020 00:45am
Love means never having to leave
he loved her
so much
he couldn't breathe
without her presence
he loved her
to bits
he wanted
to be part of her
he adored her
and wanted to with her
in her
around her
forever and ever
he looked lovingly
at his jars of pickles
swore he saw her eyes
looking at him with so much love
he sighed, contented
she would always be there
for him
how he loved her!
so much
he couldn't breathe
without her presence
he loved her
to bits
he wanted
to be part of her
he adored her
and wanted to with her
in her
around her
forever and ever
he looked lovingly
at his jars of pickles
swore he saw her eyes
looking at him with so much love
he sighed, contented
she would always be there
for him
how he loved her!
#dark
#confusion
#fear
414 reads
1 Comment
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