Anomaly Poems - Poems about Anomaly

It’s a long journey from where I’m from. Light years away. And then some. Your TV transmissions kept me entertained. But the News worried me. Perhaps more than it should have. Upon my arrival I integrated with your species via DNA infusion, transfusion, or trans mutationally. One of those anyway. There was supposed to have...

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He's effortlessly effervescent for someone surrounded by so much darkness His luminescence envelopes shadows rendering shade nonexistent Illumination comes with a price so examine the method to his Harkness 360 is a wholesome number so both sides really offer assistance They say brilliance is borderline madness but I say they're scared of the epiphany A litany of excuses exists in spades blocking the...

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I say “Crayola” Five-year-old behind me says “crayon” as if he is correcting me. I stare at him. The old one-two-three teacher stare. He does not notice. What makes today's s child think he is on the same level as his teacher? Am I the anomaly here? Is it because I am old school? Is it my age? All I know is, many children...

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The mosquito is an anomaly Its brief life spent in ferocity Buzzes, stings, draws our blood ~ Revels in tortuosity...

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Solitude provides artistic solace; Freedom to behave like a rogue, showcase the beauty of an anomaly; An addiction to limelight is the anomaly; Creative endeavors desire solace yet are inspired by dancing rogue; Displaying the heart of the rogue who’s arrhythmia fuels this anomaly stabilized within quiet solace; The poetic solace of this rogue...

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You know I felt it too? It was a random rush, as if a car crash I was living in. It felt kind of strange, like really strange Why do emotions have to be so difficult to deal with? Why does the closest person to us feel the weirdest when we talk about the cracks and the cuts that...

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No matter what my politics It’s just one part of me. We each possess a bag of tricks; It’s no anomaly That I can write a perfect rhyme And yet the way I vote May contradict your views so I’m Not worth the poems I wrote. Let’s judge each other on our work Despite our own beliefs For underneath our words may lurk Encompassing motifs. A mutual...

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They were Hollywood farmed; the girls, the pink and blond feathers- shoes on their heads, but when they began to give birth to human chickens there was a national outcry. Cops cordoned off each home where an avian pregnancy had occurred. A comprehensive government birth control program had fallen short; the girls had mated, but with what? The...

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Imagine that! A laconic and diffident High School kid Who suddenly has a voice whenever he's used As target practice. He chucks back grenades Lobbed at him by bullies. And waits no time Airing his grievances as payback Bravo, kid, bravo! Rock on, with your bad self! Date written and posted: 06/18/2019...

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Anomaly About A Trump Monopoly About Trump, I was writing an anomaly; On everything he does have a monopoly; With possessed, He is impressed; Each result of book was done so sloppily. Jim Horn...

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My thoughts wander as I wonder what I'm running for. It's like I'm hunted cos I'm wanted for the chalk under juggernauts. Now I ponder what I'm running from. I took shelter against an atomic bomb. I put distance between us like boggy swamps. And worked resistance against urges when the horror taunts. I grip the side of...

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I was born in the city But was raised in the country. Now I'm back in the city With no desire to leave. I am an anomaly Nothing special you see, I'm simply me. As i was raised in the contry I love to be surrounded by trees, Yet the city life has grown on me, And I can't leave it behind. I am an anomaly Nothing...

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relationship anomaly not easily classified into black or white terms within a neat little box tied up with a ribbon of commonality...

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"What do they call you, sir of the next room over?" "Something of an anomaly. I refuse to eat." "Nay, I mean the way you are addressed." "The number branded on my chest?" "Nay, but a name." "I am an anomaly." "That you are, for you are nameless." "I am an anomaly. What are you?" "Amelia, sir." "I know not what an Amelia is." "Why,...

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I remember the day, marked with the bland of each grayer junction’s number, It was the ascendancy of the sunder, befallen my eyes . A grand exchange, by the mouth of Phantom Deranged, the sun and the firefly, a grain of fire sand. The rearranging of tree trunks for the place of eyelashes. The beginning was the Switzerland of...

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