Best Confusing Poems
He bought a product against hemorrhoids at the pharmacy
The word alone can do many people wrinkle their noses
Product information :
"Should be inserted approximately 3 cm up into the rectum
Keep out of reach of children"
(.... 3 cm up in the a#s, children have impossible access)
Suppository should be stored in the refrigerator "
In the fridge ... he became very confused
20/01/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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shattering
his serenity...
roiling
the stagnant waters
of his bitter past
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why so confused
he asked.....
because you didnt say anything!!!!
didn't i
he says.......
no....
oh ok
he says and walks away....
and i stood there dumbfounded.....:-(
how many times has this happened to you in your life.......
it gets very annoying doesn't it!!!
its confusing....
its confsing to be here.
its confusing o be there
its hard to fing love.
its hard to find that specil dove.
why am i confused?
why do i need to choose?
A new day has dawned, the clocks have changed
An extra hour sleep, but my body found it strange
Still on daylight savings time
Confused this wee mind of mine
Why not leave it alone, it confuses people's brains
Christmas is a confusing time for children.
I don’t know if you think that?
Cos everything we teach through the year,
Gets turned upon its hat
‘Don’t talk to strangers’ or ‘accept sweets...
From people you don’t know.’
But Christmas time we send them off.
‘Sit on his knee - now go…’
‘Don’t ask for gifts of anyone,
You know it’s not polite’
‘But ask him in the red coat
You may get it Christmas night.’
Santa comes to all the children
On this one magical night of the year
But not to poor children it seems,
They still share nothing but tears.
They are obviously not good children
This teaches that message to others
If you are poor people donate,
cos Santa’s busy with other girls and their brothers.
‘Don’t tell lies – it’s very bad.’
Santa will not bring you any gifts.’
But you have taught he comes down the chimney,
He doesn’t even use the lifts.
‘Good children are the only ones
To receive gifts on Christmas day’
But the evil little boy next door
Gets a new bike on which to play.
So why do we confuse our kids,
It’s not honest or good you know
Because you are the first liar to them
When the truth they get to know.
Children need to look to you
For guidance and the truth
It’s the same as teaching of fairies
Leaving money, for a baby tooth.
Some will say I am humbug,
And maybe that is true
But in this enlightened world
What are we supposed to do?
Christmas is now looming
And charity begins at home
So Santa please I have been good,
Can I have that mobile phone?
© GG 15/12/2103
I’ve written on so many themes
Of one sort or another
The only thing I know for sure
I’ll never be a mother
These words of mine are all the kids
I’d ever want to father.
Sometimes they don’t say all they should
But still they’re worth the bother
If I could find a word somewhere
To rhyme Chicanery
‘Twould even give me pleasure
Were I in a granary
So just before I go to bed
I take my pen to write
In hopes some seizure in my head
May somehow spark a light
No they’re not all epiphanies
And rarely erudite
These ideas I’m so quick to seize
While in my bed at night
But I’ll keep counting syllables
In hopes someday I might
Find just the ones to fill the bill
With words that rhyme just right
Now painting pictures with my words
Is not what I am after
I want the rhythm and the rhyme
To lead some one to laughter
Just a giggle or a chuckle
At the end or at the start
Would warm the coldest cockle
Of this thing I call my heart.
Just another Warrenpiece
You never said anything to me
but u always seem distracted
When I’m around
Yet u said I’m nothing to you
You never seem to be happy
But u always have a ackward simile
When I’m around
Yet u said I’m nothing to you
You never seem pleasant
But u always ask me to heng out
When u see me
Yet u said I’m nothing to you
You always seem busy
But u always have time for me
When I see you
Yet you said I’m nothing to you
How long can I pretend? my facial expression is blank
But my thoughts are competing in a race
and it always separates into four different worlds
There's no bravado or confidence, maybe coincidence
but it's only confusion in the state of missing
a break from all of this is all I hope to achieve
but there's only one instance...
Once or twice I've held a dream of once in a lifetime
It was the blue eyes that dealt me in
I had high hopes but they came out empty wishes
But hey, you can't always get what you want
I'm speechless but I have a means to say something
I only saved one dance to a song because it's all I ask
with words, I've obtained romance status
but within my actions, I'm just dead weight
For how long can I pretend, well what can I say
my facial expression is blank because life is a bullet
My thoughts are competing in a race
since for the life of me, I can't shake the image of us together
a break from all of this I need
but I've only found one way to help keep you from me
I guess I was wrong
there's only way that I'd be doing something right...
but what's right for me is having one dance
since it'll be you and me in a fond memory
CONFUSING
Love sparkles with charms of cheery chameleon,
changing color whimsical at random.
Emerald emotion ceaseless flowing on,
displaying flickering unstable spectrum.
Obvious obsession as passion glows crimson.
Often confused thrashing on high momentum.
Love to feel, Love to seal, possessive to claim
Love vibrant, as flamboyant sets to aflame.
08/07/17
Second Place
' Your Favorite Poem from August, 2017' Contest by Julia Ward.
Third Place
'BRIAN'S CHOICE 6' Contest by Brian Strand
It astounded me when my husband felt
no pain when he had his first heart attack,
but bumps his toes and I learn an array
of words in high tone that takes me aback.
It's innate when my dog does a ditty
chasing a kitty in a speeding match,
but when he confronts it he wants to play.
Kitty hisses and draws it’s claws to scratch.
My son's sense of humor was decidedly quirky;
they all pushed and gave each other encouragement
I never knew what to expect from my turkeys.
Their poor wife’s now face the embarrassing moments.
7/4/2018
Infernal fire, Saturnus satire
The kiln that melts the satin strings
and stirs things far beyond belief
The relief it brings, infamously bought
then intimately brought
As life lessons sing about everything
so incessantly taught
Evocation retort against love
Where hearts beat to aching extent
and pain stings as incandescent
as lightning strikes from above
Leaving malformed and dented
the punch bag of pride
As the moral gloves come off,
unintended but evanescent
To retaliate with subtle strikes
and fight back against the mauling
of purpose that died
What's my point?
I often ask
too seldom
Where's my circle?
Good days are right
as bad feel wrong dark night
And what's our peak communication point?
Where were we when I last remembered?
you Here
me Now
positively co-invested relationship
bilaterally unnumbered
Light shines in cooperative circles
I quickly exclaim
with delight
too seldom
more forgetfully relents
my dark descends
Past points
not worthy of epic warm melodies
yet unworthy of cryptic cold antitheses
Of tipping points
to purge Yang divisive causes
against resiliently brilliant
Yintegral effects
unbounded round
Unstuck spiraling in-between
celebrating cooperative approaching peak comedies
avoiding trauma speaking narratives,
decelerating uncompelling
disappointing unpointed tragedies,
disjointed lack of co-relational sense
desecrating reproductive round
continuous romance,
encircling warm lights
empowering eager tipping points
Repeat again,
What's my point?
I often say
too seldom
Where's our highest
and widest
and deepest
unconditionally warm circle?
Why do knowledge
and information
always have at least one unquestioned point?
While wisdom
unfolds in muse mysterious
warm
and win/win welcoming
round wombed circles
of integrity's most sacred
deepest sensory
healthy wealth potential.
Are we again confusing Appeasement with Compassion?
And is our selfishness and greed,
Letting fear and hatred through the door,
To blind us to any difference between the two.
Have we not been down this road before?
Does not Compassion paint fear and hatred out of the picture,
And Appeasement draw it back in.
Is not Compassion born out of a Love,
Devoid of fear, with no place for Hatred to gain a foothold,
And Appeasement born out of a fear,
That leaves a trail for hatred to follow.
Does not Compassion give us our best chance to get on with those on
The opposite side of the fence,
And does not Appeasement embolden them to push us to the brink of a war,
Where hatred will know no bounds if one day we find ourselves,
In a fight to the death.
Does not Compassion show up as a strength that will beget
Us the respect that will stop the bulge in the fence,
Does not Appeasement make us look,
Weak and contemptable, from the other side of the fence,
With no respect due to us,
And fenceposts being ripped up the likely result.
As we sit on the side-lines wringing our hands
Watching the bullies and thugs taking Centre stage,
Our appetite for appeasement,
Showing no sign of slowing down.
Will our children still Respect us,
And show us a little compassion,
Or will our replacement of Compassion with Appeasement,
Make them join the Bullies and Thugs
Who seem to be on the winning side.
Though things look grim,
I can see enough lights still on
And my hopes are still high,
That Compassion will win out,
Faith will be restored,
And the chance of war will recede,
With more gates appearing along the fence lines.
They're a Little Bit confusing
By Franklin Price
1/28/2016
They're a little bit confusing
This current body politic
They point fingers, change their minds
And make my stomach sick
Some running to be president
Highest seat within the land
Have experience in everything
Their ignorance is grand
Claim they're not establishment
Yet they know everything
The might relent to tell you why
If you will kiss their ring
They spout and shout and posture
Say how the other ones are jerks
Exemplify the Peter Principle
If elected they won't work
Check out both the parties
And the Independents too
Check out all their records
Find out if there's one for you
If you read the constitution
You'll find the president's a perk
'Cause it really doesn't matter much
If the congress would just work