Best Misshapen Poems

I reflect the truth, yet you see a lie
I'm just a humble mirror, I wonder why
I love the shape, of your beautiful face
Why when you...

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I'm just a lily in a garden of roses;
I'm a misfit, misshapen, a mistake of a seed-
But a lily is all I can be.
If you...

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Looking at your misshapen little red face,
only a mother can appreciate the beauty when seeing her
very precious baby for the first time. 
Eyes filled with...

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Some folks call me a sausage dog
I think they couldn’t be meaner
It’s not my fault I’m long and short
And look like a misshapen wiener

I’ve got...

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Can there be beauty in my toes,
Where stubbornly a fungus grows?

I never thought it could be true.
I try to hide it with my shoe.

Its purpose,...

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I see you in the shadows
something misshapen
moving through the dark.
I am not afraid of what you are
just come here closer
reach out for my hand
and I...

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Boxed in prize-fighter
Spinning punches for a sold-out crowd
Tubes and tubes

Run chain for miles, rust spots baring
Stark, empty Jews
Playing corn in a field, as
Nazi golems keep...

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Oh, this impish ill!
this mystic flock of ever-roaming pain;
You now possess fully
my body and my life.
I am at your full attention and mercy;
Do you not...

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Adrift is smoke, that rises into the shape of a question mark...
Blurring the vacant night, with a ceremonial arc

Tomorrow, under a different sky, in a...

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Playing 
with words under fire
Is like making 
a jar out of clay
Amorphous, grotesque, 
misshapen 
and odd
But the potter's keen hands know 
the way.


So as the...

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Would you confine me to a granite wall,
Where skies are arid dry and desolate?
Would tones of warmth be frozen when I call,
While desert seas insist...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping...

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I
A day, a blessing, misshapen
Careless words, good deeds overtaken
You rise, we rise: building on the trough
Cresting arrested; environment looks tough
We cannot fall further, sink lower
We...

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We See What We Want To See

White lines carelessly scribbled oblique
For those who believe, a crucifix unique

Amidst this domain, beauty fills empty space
Wings of an...

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THE MONSTER YOU DREAD

i can’t handle rejection,
the unhug of perfection.
a piercing scream of perplexion —
my complexion streaked
grouted and piqued.

i backhanded you by
closing the splintered door,
vainglorious...

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