Best Confusionwoman Poems
I am made to feel alone in a battle where there is no room
My thoughts are not heard my tears shall not fall around your eyes
I lock away the pain you gave with the unknowing statement
I feel like I am now the other woman not the partner I came to be
A tension that has been discovered within this moment
I see a doubt of my place within the most adoring partnership
Am I to lay down and hide like I do not breathe
Will my tears dissappear in the morning breeze
Shall my fears be washed away by the crystal of waves that crash
I am here but I am like a secret journal that must be locked
You say nothing changes but you do not hear my silence
That should of haunted your hearts inner thought
I do not matter as my feelings are rocked
She plays a game that you do not see the abuse
Her weapon is children as swords they fall into your heart
They are driven straight to you where you now do not stand tall
She says you are not a man and this is her goal to bring you down
You do not see how the mind of the last now brings
She plays her role with determination that grows
Her making is your braking
She does not crown you but only drowns you
You feel out of control and turn to me
But you do not see what you are doing to me
You hear no words that I speak my heart is now at your feet
As I am made to be the other woman in all defeat
Not as your partner to rule lifes rule I feel disguarded
Not the woman you made the dreams to be .....
Now I am just the other woman ....
This is a story, short, but true
About a woman who had eyes that were black and blue.
About a man who can eat things ten times his size,
And a dog who was considered to be amazingly wise
They lived in a land of shades of four,
And lived in a cave which had no door
But that's not the point I want to make
Because the things I just said are truly fake
But the story is of a man who juggled his head
And when he got bored he'd play dead
He had one friend and his name was Tom
Tom made a bomb which killed his mom
He became very dull, empty, and grim
But moving along, for the story is not of him.
It's about a woman who had turn green
Sick from all the beauty she had seen
Wait! The story is not about her either,
This story pertains to a boy eating a beaver
O'boy, I just can’t get this right!
I think it’s about a girl who lost her arm in a fight.
Or of a guy who collected decapitated heads,
Or of a baby who sold bear traps as beds.
Once upon a time the sun lost its shine,
Once upon a time we all came from slime
I better make this story end right now,
Before I tell the story of the man who birthed a cow.
We lie to ourselves over and over again.
but it is at all to relocate the blame.
If we can’t trust ourselves who can we trust?
He was born for his blood.
Jesus Christ …
He is like no other sacrifice.
His pain is greater than birth pain,
far beyond groin pain.
The strain of humanity rested on his brain.
The offering is from everlasting,
before the fathers of the Israelites,
before feminists claimed that men believe
the source of chaos lies with women.
Blood was predetermined
before lips blasphemed;
women are the spring of complete perception,
and life.
Is he or is she the source?
“His blood is the stream of life,”
a wise woman once whispered to me, her baby boy.
I have watched mortal tongues
mock their creator’s wisdom.
In Eden, Adam sinned with his wife,
and assigned to her his fault,
and the blame continues …
but not forever;
it shall end in due time.
Who wants to be exalted above God?
Who declared that
the means to my existence is other than God?
Blurred is our vision,
elusive is our hope.
There is no child that is born without God or man.
Why is it that claims state woman to be the source of life?
If today’s woman is objectified whose fault is it
if she esteems herself as the source of knowledge and life?
The silicone, the Botox is all her choice.
Who is forgetting who is the origin of life?
Before pharaoh enslave the Israelites,
and way … before the flood
God WAS and still IS …
the source of life and love.
My inner soul takes control
A destiny of unmarked map
The waiting is so impatient
Which station do i stop at
Young in girl inside
Wants to run away and hide
Too lonely inside a crowded room
My wall has nomore bricks to be be laid
Where is the man who can love a woman to old
I am so lonely inside
My tears flow inside to out
Screams are not heard aloud
I want to run from what i found
Where theres no sound
I drown in times of forgotton love
As the young woman dies in mind
I act my part
I fight my lies inside
This young girl just really wants to hide
HE IS SHE FOR SURE
You know…………. you seem to have done it with such ease
Like the TASTE of his breath or a FICKLE breeze
Changing colors in a GARDEN well tendered to and well grown
And now you are finally and truly the you you’ve always known
Because living in a mirror wasn’t your style
You saw the reflection of a woman with guile
Then the universe saw fit to grant your prayer
And now ‘tis the hunt to make of you a pair
You, my dear, deserve accolades for your bravery in being so real
While too many people hide behind the surreal
You stepped out of that mirror and became what you saw
And that was a lovely woman with nary a flaw
Oh yes, we all have flaws we try to chase away
But for your psychological flaw you’ve had painfully to pay
Your beauty is radiated each time men hear you giggle
And YOU GO GIRLFRIEND, and as you go give them one last winsome wiggle
So shake that thing all around town
Be sure to look up, sideways, and down
And believe it, they’re doing precisely the same
Because you did it with ease and went from ashes to a flame
© 2011...Phreepoetree
Author’s note: if I didn’t make it clear, she’s all that and has everything she needs to be the
lovely lady she is, thanks to modern surgery ~f~!