Confusion Poems | Examples of Confusion Poetry

The cold is leaving the air And the smell of the grass is sneaking in. The train is bringing me home, The home where I was the reckoning. My body shivers in the summer while remembering, Remembering how the other me was acting. The lowest part of my soul is gravitating In the cafés, passages, and places, Without fear, shame, nor guilt, Screaming: here...

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“Keep knocking as hard as one can and wait patiently before the closed gate is the best way to enter it. But find if it is a gate to perdition or salvation.”- By Poet On a late evening, wandering lonely through the forest track, an eerie little house I saw. Its tiled roof and tall chimney, peered through the thick...

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What is love, really— a figment of hope sharp enough to shatter centuries of lived patriarchy? To think education could make a dent in what’s already carved in bone & name. To think a stranger could be chosen over the familial veins of caste, of home over the womb of belief one never questioned. Perhaps what’s whispered in secret was always meant to be hidden— buried, before it flowers into...

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In the Odyssey of curling bloom, The void lying within goes inerasable Even though the means used are fragile enough Yet, unable to detach complexity Yet, unable to fulfill the felicity of constructing those curling blooms, contented & voidless Is stability indeed a coffin? Or maybe it's more of a sin? Or maybe, I lose and Life always wins But...

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Do you know what it feels like to brush your fingers against a lifeless image and pretend it’s enough? To touch thread instead of skin, to cry into cloth because the man you loved is no longer made of bone and breath? It’s rage, not just grief. Because he deserved more. More than a silent death, more than a blurred photo, more than a world that...

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As my body shakes violently, In the midst of sound sleep; ...

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It's brought to you as if sincere, "The News" truth be damned! Knowingly false, the agenda, deception without compunction, to what end? Now its up to us to decipher, when the "Truth" are really lies!...

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it’s the groaning, spoken a feeling, bleeding, bruising remembering the broken silence in the heart who’s losing it’s the story, unfolding dark as a shadow, stolen by the ghostly, scolding even my breath is swollen it’s the distance between hope and the futility of grave doubting oh, if only I knew how to cope how my soul is shouting! it’s the color, gray and bleak too weary for...

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For the favor you did but never let me forget, for the “no pressure” laced with regret. for every “no big deal” that came with fine print, I paid with a thank you, and smiled like a flint. For all the gifts that came with a clause, For the cheers while citing my flaws, For every applause wrapped in dissent, I returned with...

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The clock holds nothing about time, Where a mood I star on her face. Love, still the numbers in my cry — The clock holds nothing about time, A glass that's always ~left and right~ Oh, darling, for a brief while, stay — The clock holds nothing about time, Where a mood I star on her face....

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How did you care to love someone like me Whose name is burdensome for you to bear A boy whose reputation suffers glee And whose tomorrow uncertainties scare How did you care to love someone like Wems Who wants to turn you a fornicatress Whose plans have only been to use condoms And treats you like nothing beyond mistress How did you care...

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Is my writing only good when I’m drowning? When I’m down to my knees and my soul shouts heal Is my happiness on only when I’m socializing? When I cry of laughter only so my sad tears can be sealed Is my depression the only motive of my paintings? When I pour into a canvas only so my ideas can...

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A woman sitting in an old house herself, counting paper clips. Every day, was a creaking workday that reminded her addiction was in freedom— meanings of being young, being old, being in love with the back then. She’s not a fan of not being a fan of new movies. But who can blame her for blaming herself? A helicopter that flies over the barren desert land...

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It is a weird one, To keep gracing distant sun... While moon could bail fun. Dry lips are so tight, To put words up at such sight Daring distant fright. While principles flow... Yet couldn't keep deeds off blow, In reality's show. Why not dare decide, One your past truly confide Shouldn't be denied? ...

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two dancing silhouettes, lurking in the shadows fireflies spark like static in the air a dream that bloomed from a far-fetched delusion, a love that demands lifelong care. i trip on the train of her white-laced dress, hoping some man might catch my fall. how typical of me, to make a mess, then run away before time can take it all. i envy the love i...

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