Best Incoherent Poems

"Sweet child in time,
you'll see the line
the line that's drawn between
good and bad"

Having cold sweats again in this godforsaken ninety degree heat. Shivering uncontrollably. God,...

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" . . . madness . . .  retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet's brain."

Michael Drayton (1563-1631) 


a writer of poems must be quite...

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Headed home from a business trip
Tired, spaced out, grouchy and impatient
Pushing the limit to beat rush hour traffic
Fast closing on an old jalopy van

Suddenly blue...

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In life you can wear a life jacket
For this no one has to see
It's not entirely for said waves
But internally to you and me

It's when...

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11 tears on the pillow
conflicted,
scattered.
Crying over things
my brain says
don’t matter.

My heart says different.

Typical,
can’t shake it though.
Odd hours each night,
trying to look
past the ceiling,
angry with the...

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Where the wild waves crashed
I saw you, standing upright
Blond long manes, proud lion
Arms stretched and face lit
by sun 

I stopped, couldn't breathe
Constricted, no voice, no...

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Do you remember before computers
We actually spoke with each other
We cared whenever our kids got sick
And knew the address of our mother

Today we sit at...

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I am not always the smartest
Often times I appear not to be smart at all
My mind rambles 
My eyes skip words
My lips speak without hesitation
Stumbling...

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He stumbles on the subway
Initially I cringe
I'm put off by the way he smells
From alcoholic binge

He mumbles incoherent
I start to feel ashamed
I slide my hand...

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Struck by chaotic lightning, 
fear of unknown fields of turmoil,
feeding my desire to break free from
the confusion I once wore like silk.

Cluttered mind full of...

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The gentle patter of morning rain 
against the window, is like a cat’s 
padded paw tapping to come in.

The spell of sleep is too seductive...

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"The voices howl in the dark frightens even the brave."
Quote by poet

Voices, do you hear them in the pitch dark.
They drum from pressure within moist...

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My heart is empty, Jeffrey.
I’m standing here transfixed 
within the threshold 
of a vacant bedroom.
The air is still
but the delicate scent 
of your passing soul...

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Headed home from a business trip
Tired, spaced out, grouchy and impatient
Pushing the limit to beat rush hour traffic
Fast closing on an old, beat up van

Suddenly...

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People who are addicted to texting are textiles.
Ever have lunch with a textile?
You find yourself looking at the top of the textile's head...
more than their...

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