Absurdity Poems - Poems about Absurdity

...In the depths of the laundry pile, where chaos reigns supreme, Lies the mystery of the missing sock, a perplexing, absurd scheme. One by one, they enter the wash, a pair so neat and fine, But some......Read the rest...

...Here I stand, entirely symmetrical with the longitudinal lines that thrusts perfectly through the balance of our planet with not a moment of fluctuation. Stiffly positioned in a direct sta......Read the rest...

...A young girl’s voice, lost in the data, cries out, "Why are we here?" Pixie Pixela, her words soft and low, murmurs, "This world is yours, dear, a garden for stories to grow." But her digital e......Read the rest...

...In borrowed plumes, a masquerade we stage, Thoughts echo doctrines, passions preordained. From broken families, where fractured spirits weep, Mothers of sorrow, With eyes that never slee......Read the rest...

...In the tapestry of life, memories weave their threads, and the echoes of past workplaces linger like faint perfume. Seacrest, with its morning shifts and graveyard hours, left an indelible mark—a mix......Read the rest...

...Down the rabbit hole I'm falling Can't you hear the voices calling From the darkness Creeping, crawling Insanity, absurdity A new day dawning Judgements pending, Sins atoning Wicked people and ......Read the rest...

...Down the rabbit hole I'm falling Can't you hear the voices calling From the darkness Creeping, crawling Insanity, absurdity A new day dawning Judgements pending, Sins atoning Wicked people and ......Read the rest...

... She was called the Lyin’ Tamer. Absurdity would enflame her. She could spot a line way back from foot nine. She’d decline and who could blame her?......Read the rest...

...In words, straight from this writer's heart ~ my soul, or some other sensitive anatomical part, I consider a poem a failure, without success when poetry readers consider it a bloody mess. Sometim......Read the rest...

...I thought, like a net unknotted, puzzles would be solved. With the question, 'Who am I? What's the purpose of my life? I was wrong. Like the palbeu, no one knew where knots revolved. Each question......Read the rest...

...Jasper uses the words absurd and whimsy as if they are synonyms They are not the same to me, I say to him. Silliness, craziness and idiocy is not whimsy. Whimsy is imagination, playing, having fun......Read the rest...

...Where have I descended? Where are my conscience and consciousness? Why is emptiness engulfing me like the darkest nights? Why does everything around seem like nightly nothingness? Why do I feel as......Read the rest...

...A hit at an object; a fast pin pierce; a cut; blood-shed All these cross my flesh and nerves and give me unpleasant signs. Though a part is hurt, throughout the physique, the news is said. Every c......Read the rest...

...Is it owing to my age? Or power and position? Am I, in my furnace of self-forsakenness, burning? Have others abandoned me? Why's there no recognition? In isolation, as flesh in a frying pan, I'm c......Read the rest...

...In the shadow of reason, a forsaken house can be glimpsed, An forgotten place, where memories are just pale echoes. In the pockets of the soul, unachievements linger, Massive dreams, lacking the s......Read the rest...