Best Puzzled Poems
It was a dazzling day.
In the park where we gathered.
I watched the sprinkler spray.
Whilst Oleander got lathered.
A pierce of minty laughter.
Came from my mother.
The day, now full swelter.
Brought mephitic curses, from father.
My mother,
A piece, of distinct edges, shapes, and color.
My Father’s piece,
Gossamer... A ghost in the Parlor.
My aunt buzzes ‘round,
Looking to peck.
Her greatest skill,
Tearing wealth from flesh.
She is an ugly thing,
Constantly tithing kin.
Her tabs busted,
Only darkness within.
My uncle walks water,
Crying divine inspired droll.
Then he sees foreign breasts,
And his eyes start to roll.
He is piously loathsome,
A delusional winner.
His piece, contrasting color,
A chronic Casanova of a sinner.
My grandmother sits,
By a row of briar’s.
From here smelling sweet,
Closer and the peril gets dire.
She is a dandy,
Addicting to be around.
But when her corner piece shows,
It can cut to the ground.
My grandfather rests,
In the middle, on a bench.
The tether that keeps,
We are bolts, He is wrench.
His piece.....
To us much renowned.
His piece is the core,
It holds me around.
There it is, my family puzzle.
And on the fringes I sit.
See, I’m an edge piece,
That doesn’t quite fit.
With my teeth on a muzzle.
03/04/13
new to the area
finding my way around
identity problem
Jail was the land of my sojourn
for a decade
Now out of it all
building my life anew
I meet you dear woman, woman of the green breeze
Your mom is so illogical, thoughtless and heartless.
She pours a bucketful of human excrement
on my face, and expects to hold
the child of my blood in her arms
calling him her grandson
I am left grappling
with tremors of prejudice.
Do you remember when phones had a cord to the wall outlet?
Our son was about five years old.
We were in a hotel room and he wanted to call daddy.
He ran over to the phone and picked it up.
As he looked at me with a very puzzled look, he said it has no dial tone.
Yes, no dial tone because we are in a hotel room.
War
Sorrow
Smoke filled sky
A baby cries
What is this blindness that destroys our lives?
A butterfly with rainbow touch
fluttering wings delicate much,
there in my garden.
All the flowers asking to sit
spreading fragrance seducing it,
whom to entertain?
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crop circle
geometry
is alien to me
previously published on Poetry Soup by DebbySue Guenther
Building your space,
you were dying daily
invading the acoustics.
How the continence
was going to help-
living with scars of explosions ?
Mutating into a full-fledged
saintliners, an inner conflict
becomes a profile.
Crawling to a stone
a crayon draws a cell
without incendiary rhetoric ?
Decoding an icon
becomes a daily ritual. From
where will come the write ?
Satish Verma
PUZZLED ME
I am complicated
In a poetical kind
Of way
A masterpiece,
A jigsaw,
A journey
A maze,
Figure me out,
Like thick fog,
And haze
I have many pieces
Please don't gaze
My mind thinks
Differently
Some would say
It imagines life
As scary, Everyday
It has flaws and pieces
Put together like clay
I'm afraid on the
Inside
Where my souls hide,
And play,
Tommy's my name
But Ronald's got game
I camoflogue well,
Each piece
A story to tell,
Piece one
Piece two
Was all about you
The love cycle,
The time my
Cuckoo flew
Pick a piece
It might scare you
Do you have the guts
Or are you afraid too
See the red piece
Next to the blue
Suicide attempt
Like a constant sneeze
Ahchoo Ahchoo
Today I'm John
Tomorrow I'm Sam,
Each piece represents
A different man
Liar on Thursday
Single right now
On the weekend married
I know you wonder how
I'm no schizophrenic
I'm Doctor How
I Alex takes a bow,
Don't judge me please,
Just a man lost
Inside of me
I see many people
Talking to me
I talk back
It puts me at ease
So here I speak
My poetry
All the lyrics
From the many me's
I'm Mr Complicated
Did I make you freeze
Cause being like this
Puzzles me "
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By Suzette Campbell aka Poetic Prophetess
9/8/17
The freedom songs the ******* sing
Every time the bells of slavery ring;
The anthem the shepherd boys scream
When hope is nothing but a dream;
The future beyond their very eyes
Whose passion gets colder than ice;
The tears on those bereaved faces
Of so many people in different places;
The agony of unanswered questions
That tend to unimaginable tensions;
The insults conceded in open shame
When no other would take the blame;
The fears of being for love forsaken
By those for which the choice was taken;
The path on which to softly tread
To never for once miss a daily bread;
The bed of roses on twinkling turns
Changing into ugly and prickly thorns;
These and more dazes this puzzled pen
When in the hands of I, of all men.
PUZZLED SMILES
When will we want what’s worthwhile?
Seems some children always choose wrong over right,
And adults’ alternatives are also selected with short-sight:
Perennial problem posed, from Adam’s to my puzzled smile.
To take a snake’s apple? Or grapple for goodness’ sake?
To plump for perdition, or select salvation?
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Entered in John Freeman’s Contest - Alliteration Poems Please
hands moving
one face
on a clock
tick
ticking in darkness
cold feelings
echoes reaching
out within silence
twisting insides
hurt upon
the soul
consuming insides
emotions overturned
darkness crawls
living in shadows
eating light
crushing deep
breaking up
into shattered pieces
sorting within
a jigsaw
with one
missing piece
still to be found
only love
takes away darkness
shining light
a puzzle
the piece
comes together
within a dream
Should I praise the rainbow,
Twirling in spurts of bliss,
Or glare the tainted sky,
To blemish my share of happiness.
Should I avenge my freedom,
For I'll be free from shackles,
Or clasp my glutton desires,
To live a little longer.
Should I defile this body,
A memoir to all my sins,
Or gift my soul a chance,
To grasp the hands of mercy.
I want to fight a little more,
Feast a bit on frugal breathes,
Should I reproach my naive bravery,
Or tuck myself in eternal sleep...
Please don't think me demented
Until you have walked a mile
Zooming through my thoughts
Zest for life bubbling from your heart
Love for all a must
Excuse me? Were you speaking to me?
Damn; I was puzzled there for a minute!
Hello can anyone hear me? look what this war did . It feels like I have a demon inside of me. I feel all alone with no place to call home. I feel puzzled am I lovable?? I want to feel I want to love I want to find the one. but I'm scared. scared that I will hurt someone I mean look I couldn't even be there for my son I will do better I will put down the drink I will not fail the mission that is front of me!!