Best Misplaced Poems

I’m feral like a fox
misplaced in the
maroon mists 
of wilderness,
only found in 
woeful woodland. 
My skin is blanketed
in crimson balmy
hyacinth feathers
from a 
forsaken rainforest. 

Misguided on 
delusional paths, 
where spring-tides 
mirror liquified colors
of warm diamond tears 
I’ve suppressed
behind ice blue sighs.

And I’ve seen
splintered petals
beneath thick-leaved
jewel...

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Why do you show me
such treasure,
only to deprive me.

When you are gone,
smoke fills the air,
I'm misplaced in 
the mist of misery,
w a n d e r i n g 
helplessly lost,
masking melancholic 
emotions.

Parasite winds 
bring little respite.
If only they would 
whisper my
mute messages,
blowing tepidly 
into...

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There are times when an object misplaced
Is the most pressing problem you've faced
For you search and you search
But get left in the lurch,
All that time you spent searching a waste.

If you're lucky, you'll find what's been lost 
After each pile of stuff had been tossed
Yet...

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Into the street the dog ran on
Heedless of the warning calls
Running through the silent morn
The dog failed to hear the horn
As he chased his favorite ball
He took his final breath that dawn

A sight of horror the boy could not
Stand to watch it through the end
The...

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Retrace your steps - look back - perhaps
what you thought gone was just misplaced.

Re-read the signs, review the maps,
retrace your steps. Look back, perhaps.

You may find something in the scraps
of loss you formerly embraced.

Retrace your steps, look back. Perhaps
what you thought gone was just misplaced....

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Oh, those darned things are
Never there when I need them!
Always somewhere else.
Usually left idle
In that moment I forget....

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I become quite vain when around pretty girls.
And a whole flock of them makes my head whirl.
Attempting sensitivity,
I asked one, "Do you have a disease?"
She said, "I was fine a moment ago, but NOW I wanna hurl!"



NOTE: This was based off a true story (though...

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MISPLACED


                                          Life dumped her...

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She wonders if this is her final day
and ponders why things turned out this way
she doesn't know to whom to pray
has misplaced the right words to say.

Forever reliving, rehashing the past
(how much longer can her sanity last?)
she sees the shadow that Time has cast
the end...

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And again I looked, I scattered my sight there and here, thoughts just posing in my head “why” people just standing against me, pure innocence of mine just scrambles me, 
And breaks me, “what did I do?’ I ask again and again, 
With no answer,...

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At first glance I thought
It was a toy, a ragged thing,
perhaps dropped by a small boy.
Lost or abandoned?
Either way
it was being trampled on today

The pavement pushers,
marching through the high street
with shopping on their minds,
they didn’t see it,
Flat and grey,
matching this abysmal rainy day

Against the grain...

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Pressing your lips
Against my own
It feels so right
Even if it's so wrong


Too young to know
Too young to understand
I thought I was grown
Could make decisions on my own


You took advantage
Of my weakened mind
And preyed on other lovers
Time after time


I let myself believe
That just for one moment
You...

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locating my frolic
lost somewhere along the way
discarded among my happy-go-lucky
brazen swagger
with teeth gritted for effect
dealing with the dust and dream
looking for my sizzle to find
used to fit snug, like a
a patented soft leather glove
been told I look lustful
in my leathers
ahhh . . .
found my misplaced...

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I've invested too much time 
Into people I thought were genuine 
It's baffling
How many people you know 
You think have your back
But actually don't 
When you need me there
I show up 
When I need you 
It's you know I would but 
I've come to learn...

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we thread together 
all moments of life
looking for a pretty 
quilt to display 
but some patches 
are misplaced
we overlook those
a missewn piece 
some edges frayed 
yet all the imperfections
all the dog-eared pages of
life give character 
to each story
the ragged sentences 
strewn together form paragraphs
and paragraphs...

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