Best Normal Poems

This isn't just a poem
This isn't just another emotion
This is me, these are my thoughts
The Imagery is my sight,
And The Allegories are my Life

I'm lonely, There is just me
But there's so many people around
but no one can hear my loudest screams
Don't Shout nor Scream
This is...

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the new normal

I'm isolated, waiting
at home with my wife
adapting like others
to our normal new life

a few days, no problem
a week, it's a breeze
but, nobody said
there would be days like these

at first it was easy
cleaning, watching tv
I dusted, did windows
even cut back a tree

i worked in...

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Rounds of rockets shattered the peace, 
Bullets ricocheted from out of nowhere,
And nothing made sense in this alien world, 
Where chaos was friends with the air,

He was hit, fell and dragged, minus his feet, 
Through turmoil and trouble and strife,
And rushed to a medic, working...

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It hasn’t always been this way I remember brighter days Before the dark ones came Stole my mind Wrapped my soul in chains Now I live among the dead Fighting voices in my head Hoping someone hears me crying in the night And carries me...

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Conversation with my hubby:

"Wen what day is it?" 
"It's Monday"
"What time is it ?"
"9.30pm" 
"So is it Monday today or tomorrow?"
"Its Monday now. After midnight tonight it will be Tuesday."
"What time is it tomorrow?" 
"Time hasn’t started tomorrow. We have nothing planned for tomorrow. Were...

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I have this cloud that follows me,
I have this cloud that noone wants to see.
It's all in your head
Nothing major can be done.
So suck it up
Get on out and have some fun.
But they can't see the demons in my head -
Scratching
Clawing
Biting.
The demons want me dead.
But...

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Whose normal – your normal or my normal I ask her.
She is shocked.
Believing we all have the same normal.

My children roller skated in the house, I tell her.
They had swings in the basement. We had pink goats.
My normal might not be your normal.

But that does...

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Pretending to be normal is exhausting, boring, stifling, silly, abnormal.
Define normal anyway.  Gypsy normal? Wild woman normal? Mad cow normal?
My normal could never be yours, and my today normal will be different than my normal yesterday.
I probably do not even have a normal; I...

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Boy, this image blew me away!
It’s so me in every joyful way.

Don’t ask me to follow you.
I have far better things to do!

I  refuse to be a fellow sheep.
I’d prefer to stay home and weep.

I search for people just like me.
Impossible, on humanity’s tree.

Grateful...

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Waking up early it was the usual work day
pushed my alarm clock to off early so it wouldn't play
just out of the shower I heard the repetitive beeping sound
of the alarm clock taunting me as I made my routine rounds

Tossing my body across the wide...

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I am normal.I drink beer.I drink whiskey;some call me a *****. I am normal ,and I am gay! I am normal ,and I am straight! I am normal ,and I am lesbian!I am normal ,and I am bi-sexual! I am normal ,and I am trans-sexual!I...

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An x-ray view of what was before while looking for the after now
Like a resurrection and afterlife on some biblical prophecy
Be aware on the conscious for its under attack by malware
soon to fully develop into a spyware
Your mental is like your software
Operating system needs an...

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I once behaved. Followed all the rules. Understood what was "normal". My parents taught this, teachers demanded this, principals enforced this. Ministers expected it, society reinforced it, friends tested it, professors challenged it.
Then, poetry became my statue of liberty.


following the rules
and behaving normally
no longer appeals
...

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There is yelling and crying
Good.
There is screaming. 
A loud wail. Great!

Uh-oh.
Dead quiet.
I creep up, quietly
To spy on them

Knowing something is
Up. They are four, six, 
And eight, 

Only quiet when they
Are up to their most
Dastardly deeds....

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Would they notice,
If my solace escaped?
If my sombre eyes finally pinned shut.
Life is just.
I must. 
That fake smile, the painful mask I sew to my skin,
Just to feel something. 
Hanging on by a single thread. 
Each day tugs at the strings,
Test another limit.
Is it normal,...

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