Best Lopsided Poems

Hand in hand, we fluttered like two butterflies
among the fragrant flowers of the field
and meandered, singing songs, along a stream.
No agendas to keep to; no...

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It might be called Electrifying Pink,
that color painted on her toes
for it glows amidst the grime of her feet
winding filth up around her ankles
as if...

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Her smile was lopsided, crooked
And her eyes had lost their shine
In a wheelchair bound and broken
Sat this mother dear of mine

Once the one that they...

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There once was a poet who despaired
though blessed with a fair amount of flair
that he was way too thick
to master limericks
counting words an arduous affair...

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*(For Me, the soup tastes good, For others...not so much.)

INDEED, there may be something wrong with the Soup
if spices don't get right many people will...

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strange it was there just the other day 
hanging about as usual, 
reminding me in my mirrored image 
of my definite femininity 
now gone, am...

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We lived in a crooked house.
Built on a muddy mound of hope with the corpse of yesterday half buried beneath
Sad eyes and smiley faces. A...

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A cummerbund of peach and tangerine
below Persian blue sky now washes pale,
Marsh Harriers and Starlings call, unseen,
competing in bizarre chromatic scales.
Sewn onto the horizon in...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"

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blueberry night skies
crescent moon's lopsided smile--
star-dusted in bliss


Susan Ashley
September 14, 2017...

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As I child, I wanted to go to heaven because I was terrified of hell. As I grew a little older and found out more...

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Here, as the dark city glistens 

Here, as the dark city glistens,
rain pelts unsuspecting sidewalks,
filling cracks and running gutters
Disguising stoic potholes in black,
snickering as they...

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Okay, I'm unserious today, no...in all seriousity I was daydreaming about bullschitt and wondered if it was 'produced' by bulls or bull frogs or even...

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she was amorphous,
shapeless and humble-
no ethereal sky could
release her self-assurance

her lassitude ran wild-
for she was weary since birth,
sacrificing what was never hers
for the chase of...

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