Best Absurdism Poems
AbsurdismIt's absurd to think we're surrounded by love
Children shed tears, malnourished and maltreated,
Men go to war, fight, and die without justice,
Women are dejected by society, bounded by clothes of a prostitute.
It's absurd to think we even have laws
Murderer at every corner, masked by innocent skin,
Debauchery spearheaded by the government,
Unblemished souls sat quietly at...
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Categories:
absurdism, conflict, confusion, corruption,
Form:
Blank verse
Monkey PantsAre you wearing monkey pants?
So am I! So am I!
We should all wear monkey pants
Till we die. Till we die....
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Categories:
absurdism, animal, clothes, pets, riddle,
Form:
Quatrain
My Head Is a BowlI have a bowl for a head
I have a bowl for a head
Hollowed out for flowers
You'd think I'd be dead
I hold my soul in a lotus
My soul is in a lotus
My soul is a redhead
As you already noticed.
In this rhyming epistle
I've got ivy and thistle
Hear a tune that I whistle
To my stamen and my...
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Categories:
absurdism, crazy, flower, humor, insect,
Form:
Rhyme
StormRider on the storm
Rider on the storm
I want to eat a worm
I want to eat a worm
I want to be the germ
Infecting your epiderm
Rider on the storm....
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Categories:
absurdism, animal, crazy, fantasy, fun,
Form:
Lyric
Do Not Read This PoemThere is no point in reading this
Unless you’re willing to read it again.
Looking over your own two shoulders,
Pointing out the good words.
Shaking your head above the bad.
Scrutinize your own attention span, in time, in time, in time
To the primal rhythm of your breathing.
Are you even sure of what you are reading anymore?
Who’s words are these...
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Categories:
absurdism, allegory,
Form:
Burlesque
Corso, French Absurdism, Expatriates, Neruda and Picasso To Name a Fewthe title
is the poem...
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Categories:
absurdism, muse,
Form:
Recursa AbsurdaStraight lines, sepia
The suppression of unwanted thoughts
Like time spent in sensory deprivation
Time spent in a droning room
Under sterile light hums, practically drooling
The vacuum of most moments
As standard as cinder blocks
Punctuated by things so washed out, they'd pass as monochrome
Blobs moving by on the way to unimportancees
Stagnancy, cave drips, supermarket music, traffic
Grey meat, mushy greens, halfway...
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Categories:
absurdism, absence, depression, loss, memory,
Form:
Free verse