Accidental Poems

The accident was accidental

That day on Earth was filled with fun,
The weather was mild and clement.
The sun beamed down with gentle grace,
Cool air had just chased off the rain.

That party brimmed with food and beer,
We drank more than we ought to drink.
There wasn’t a single sober soul,
Not even the one meant to drive.

Still, we had homes we had to reach—
He drove, though steeped in alcohol.
Then came the crash, brutal and swift—
Not even one of us survived.

The burial came sudden and prompt,
Tears streamed as grief rent through the air.
"Too young to die!" the mourners wailed,
Bodies laid stiff, devoid of soul.

Four graves gaped wide to swallow whole—
The dug-out clay their final roofs.
Left for the ants to feast upon,
Till silence hushed all mortal wails.

Then angels came before Satan,
Carefully choosing whom to claim:
Some to hellfire, some to heaven—
That's how we stopped living with men.








Contest title: By accident 
Contest Judged:  June 23rd, 2025 2:48:00 PM
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placement: First

Accidental Joke

Accidental Joke

There's Not
Much More
I Can Say About
That.

I Mean:
NOTHING Is ALWAYS
Going To Be Funny:
You KNOW.

Hah-Hah-Hah...

It Was An Accident!

Relax:

I Think I Mean:

Me.

-Gray Squirrel

05-15-2025

Accidental meeting in my mind

When you leapt into my mind,
I touched your shoulder from behind.
But when you turned around to see ~
I don't think you even recognized me.
So, I just said, "I'm sorry! Never mind."

another accidental nap

I take a little nap
it was accidental
but still wonderful

the dogs are lying on me
so I cannot get up right away
they are delightful

neither has any idea how big they are
my feet are both asleep
but it was worth it

when I can rouse myself,
they go outside to romp and frisk about
I am a lot slower, but refreshed

a little nap on the couch
is something I look forward to
now that I am finally retired.

The Accidental Muse

Poetry is a state which catches me off guard,
in some corner of time,
between the shadows of a slow Sunday
and the nameless light of an empty street.

It doesn't come from a book or from a dream;
it rather comes with the subtle echo of days
and the quiet touch of hours—
a way the universe might reveal somehow
in its nakedness, within its fissures.

a whisper of itself: of the invisible.

I don't know how I can express what I feel,
or how to name it.

It is light's touch upon the soul,
an ancient lullaby in the chest,
a revealing that seeks no explanations
but only unconditional surrender.

And in that revelation, faceless,
poetry becomes flesh,
body of words that spills out,
and I feel the entire universe
in the fragrance of the eternal—
a moment in which all is one,
and my heart expands
till it gets lost
in the vastness of silence.

ACCIDENTAL WRITER

I wanted to be everything in my life but not a writer
I wanted to scream shout and fight for everything but my timid self couldn't be a fighter,
And now  It feels like writing has become an intricate part of my life
The only thing that's keeping me alive,
I write love, pain, joy, fear,
Anxiety, depression, I write my every tear,
I've came to a point from where there is no going back,
Or maybe it was me who covered all my tracks
I didn't want to go back to normal living,
This is what I want 
A tragic yet beautiful feeling,
Craved in my mind soul and heart,
As I weaved the words in my written art,
I write for him I write for her,
I write for every soul screaming with pain none could hear,
I still don't want to be a writer 
But I guess it's too late 
The childhood me with my dreams buried in her  
Looks at me as if telling me it was all written in my fate.

Accidental Buffet

     The buffet was spread liberally,
     All across the floor,
     As usual my dogs only want more!

     Spoiled animals that they are,
     They are dearly loved,
     But not too far!

     Normally a feast would be,
     Turkey, Chicken, canned food,
     Or all three!

     But as luck would have it,
     The food did not end up in a bowl.
     But in a heap taller than a tree!

     Lift a bag of dog food,
     The bottom gave out,
     The pups have been cavorting about!

     While I with broom and dustpan,
     Scoop up the mess,
     Bring the buffet to an end!

Accidental Shade

Listen to me
You are giving your energy 
Your time
Your focus 
To someone
who would already be 
The thing they are
If they ever were 
And this does not
Come without cost
While you spend 
Your precious moments
Explaining how warm the sun is
To someone who has never felt the sun
Giving the energy the sun leant you 
To someone who is actively working
To convince you 
That shade is nice too
You’re becoming less of the thing you are
If you ever even became her
Drifting farther
from knowing the sun
yourself
shrinking so much
That the thought of feeling
the sun on your face once more
Hasn’t even crossed your mind 
As you sit in the shade 
Completely unaware 
That the sun is responsible for the shade you sit under
And so are you

When things go sideways

I took an unexpected trip to Accidental city,
bruised ribs, torn ligaments, a state most
would pity..
Yesterday I experienced a trip and a fall on
uneven asphalt outside a local mall..
There weren't any witnesses to observe
my little feat.
I focused on getting back up and safely
from the street.
My left hip's been iffy for quite awhile so
I pulled myself up in a downward dog style..
If it were only a few bruises I would just
say tsk tsk but once up I realized my pelvis
I had twist..
After reporting it to security I went directly home.
A night with heat and arnica and several mournful moans..
I could bear weight on my right leg so I hobbled thru the day,
until I discovered if I walk my left foot side ways, it keeps the pain at bay..
The author of this poem is still hobbling and hurting so
would some one out there kindly get up and close my curtain?

Mcdonald Accidental Over Spice Their Chicken Batter

The new Mc Spicy is born
Can i have non vanilla non milk milkshake
shaken vertically then horizontal then metaphorically
Why isn't there a kft-Kentucky fried turkey
-----------------------------------  -------------tofu
whatever bloats your flats

Accidental Love

Accidental Love

Love is a fickle thing
That is caught easily
And hearts may sing
Their beats not going slowly
Young love is especially special
In which there is the most attention
And if apart, it may seem fatal
And learn they are together in this transformation
Love also leads to loss of innocence
And a much better mood
More togetherness and more romance
That leads to the loss of childhood
One bad decision to just go on
Leads to another’s life being gone

Written on December 9, 2019

Accidental Faith

Born of parents who hoped in the cross
By faith a title 'Christian' am stamped 
But as years flew, the mind unsettled -
On a single faith but probed for truth.

Jesus wise a man of grit but meek
Who placed love before own death 
Even an atheist would love him still
For he spoke of justice & love alone

Religion lost its charm walled by men
Somany gods claimed its walls to hide
Many waged wars over the caged gods
Only the dead realise it's a hollow cage.

Wise men always are born to reclaim
Our lost values and spread only love
But world never ready to wisdom share 
But we go on holding our selfish flags.

We make religions world's worst snare
To catch souls by fear and promise
Making them immune to kill  or curse 
god as cause killed more than all wars.

Love is lost to bigoted self and pride
Justice is lost to myths and deities 
We refer these to fit our power games
As majority gathers muscle and rein.

Citizens, let's not be callous and rude
We are born in faiths we never chose 
There isn't a choice in mom's womb
Than nestle in it's warmth and grow.

An Accidental Delete

You sit around trying to find.
A way to share what's on your mind.
And then a title for a poem.
Comes in in hopes to find a home.

You cue the page to write it down.
But in the end it's just a frown.
You leave the page to check a word.
Then click, it's all just too absurd.

You've accidentally hit a key.
That erases all that you could see.
A poem that was not far from done.
Will not be seen by anyone.

If I'm going to be honest here.
I got more pissed than shed a tear.
But computer erasers are just too good.
They do what your fingers say they should.

So now I ask what can you do?
To avoid this just before you're through.
Spending your time and energy.
On something no one will ever see.


P.S. I just typed a poem before this one and went to dictionary to look up a word and hit the x instead of the arrow to return to the submit page. :/ Oh well, Whatta Ya' Gonna Do Huh? But write a poem about it. :) <3 The category I listed it under? Assonance. :)

Accidental Love

She was too elegant. Too fine, he thought.
Then they met, and he was completely caught.
She loved him true.
With eyes of blue.
Marriage in heaven, never even sought.

I Despair At My Accidental Death

hopelessness despair rage at myself
my own doing
my fault I am here
raging fires
inferno
uncomfortable

hopelessness personified
my eyes close
i do not need to see more
i know what has happened
i despair at my accidental death

i never meant to end up here.
never thought this could happen to me.
heard the flapping of wings

Fly, the dove said,
you do not belong here,
and my faith set me free,

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