Accidentally Poems - Poems about Accidentally

Defecation accidentally clogged... for the umpteenth time during spate to sit scrawny buttucks on porcelain throne id est videre licet toilet bowl... with toxic water brew threatening to overflow onto the floor, and hence found yours truly (me) immersing himself in the holistic experience for the pure love of bucket flushing since applying plunger to no avail found me able, eager, ready...

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I was frustrated at work about seven years ago. A painter, cartoonist, and scrabble player, where next would I go? I needed something new to do. Not sure where to start. Suddenly feeling bored with my own art. We were required to stay until seven that night. Parent Teacher Conferences, but I stayed out of sight. Being the counselor, seeing me makes...

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Sand scrapes my skin as I wake, Warm water around my shoulders break, Spluttering, I shake my head and open my eyes, Palms and dunes to my surprise. Shock constricts my body as I cannot register time and space, The bar, the music, the fast pace Am I dreaming? What is this place? Try to rise but there’s a heavy weight, Body entangled...

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I was frustrated at work about seven years ago. A painter, cartoonist, and scrabble player, where next would I go? I needed something new to do. Not sure where to start. Suddenly feeling bored with my own art. We were required to stay until seven that night. Parent Teacher Conferences, but I stayed out of sight. Being the counselor, seeing me makes...

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One person cannot make a difference the naysayer argues. But I do not take the bait, for I have learned. Naysayers do not have a stopping point. I could prove it to him. If he followed me to any function. Where a dynamo walked in. For dynamos change the attitude and altitude of the room instantly. I have seen this happen over...

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Seconds after the librarian shut off the lights and locked the door Three ancient muses arrived from the land of Never More. Their exotic makeup and henna showed them in a wonderful light. I heard their jingling bracelets as they danced into the night. Where did they come from? I whispered to a furry thing next to me. A large...

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let me give you some history of the Republic of the Union of Myanmar is that Burma? it used to be they won’t let us have more than two children they persecute us daily we cannot travel freely and are refused citizenship I wonder who “they are” so I ask. rohingya people. we cannot own land either. the Burmese are holding a grudge, angry...

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Met accidentally in Kansas City’s Halloween alley Our eyes met a couple of times; I know yours are brown No idea what color mine are now, or my name even Do not remember much of anything else Except your looks Your hair Your nose Your smile I knew you were going to be important to me. And of course, you became my moon and...

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Mommy made the living and did all the housework. Daddy was a thinker, a writer, a dreamer. Mommy worked jobs for over sixty years. Daddy was an idealist, an intellect, a planner. He stayed in the house, writing his novels. Children understood the message. Daughter has a sturdy marriage, she and her husband both work. She has decided if he quits...

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Should be writing poems which do not rhyme. Where in the world am I supposed to start? Just gaccidentally have called up Poetry Soup. Am watching news on my TV screen right now. Death, dying, damage, destruction, destroyed. Damnation, dirty deed, devastation, dried up. What other possible thing could go wrong? Only God can make them become blessings. Why would God allow hard...

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Accidentally wore my flannel pajamas to school this morning No one noticed, or if they did, they didn’t say But wait. Some of them are wearing their pajamas too. I squint my eyes. It looks kind of like pajamas. Maybe they are all wearing their pajamas. It is not like we are not covered up because we are. Nice...

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I fall into my days completely up or terribly down The ups are much more frequently But the downs are dangerous Deadly downs Writing has compelled me to throw down my truth Which I cannot do in words or if people are looking No one sees me on a poetry site Some hate me and I care not Poetry was something I never...

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It was a rabbit auction and I was dragged in Not wanting to be harsh but when does it begin? A turtle, a cat, a pork belly pig, a dog, and a rat. They are all here, in cages, and a snake that went splat. What kind of a company is this? I asked my cousin. We have been...

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Oh, poetry! Once summoned from the hell, your ghost refused to leave. I can’t expel the sweetest demon who possessed my mind, my heart, my soul, my daily things, my rhymed insomnia, my quill and my inkwell. In time, I put up with the mademoiselle who settled in my brainpan, but, to tell the truth, I miss the times I left behind, oh,...

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I accidentally let one loose while standing by a fire; marshmallows burst in my wind; the flames grew ever higher; Jan fell bank into the cooler, as ice poured down her collar; Mikey wailed, just three years old, and stomped his feet and hollard; the loons on the lake stopped their song, as the frogs all gasped for air; the fireflies fell, one by one,...

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