Best Questionable Poems
A beautiful face is for all to see
A beautiful Soul is invisible
sometimes change is
good but the one
thing that is indelibly
clear is that change
is eminent
Quote By Poet "The word Why makes the world go round."
When we first start to speak,
we first learn to say three words.
Mommy~daddy and no,
that was not for me.
My first word was very questionable,
since it was why.
I asked and wanted to know about why,
why was very important to me as a toddler and child.
Guess some things never change,
I still use the questionable word why all the time.
I have meet many women in this life I lead and I must admit you are favorable,
In my world you are sensational, lovable, and you have a heart and spirit that is not
questionable....
You're beautiful, classy, and almost perfect when it comes to being emotional,
I remember it was the thought of you that kept me motivated to becoming more spiritual.
Each moment I spent with you my feelings got deeper and stronger for you,
Everyday I see your graceful face I feel myself wanting to love you.
In ways we are distant as the planets are in the universe,
We are bound in this galaxy and only our constellation can break the curse.
We are on different sides but our hearts are as close as the stars,
If anything else doesn't...like a comet your voice will reach me no matter how far.
Just tell me how much you want me because I can see it in your beautiful eyes,
Your body language and aura tells me how much you care for me and stop me if it's a lie.
With me willing to give you the world and the best within me...why can't I be your man,
Please...let your heart speak exactly what it cries out for so I can understand.
I can truly and honestly say when it comes to a woman like you I can't say never,
We would be nearly perfect for each other and not just because we look so fly together.
I would be honored for you to be my lady because you and I both know I'd treat you right,
I know I'm ready because getting my heart ready for someone like you was one heck of a fight.
You need to forget those other fake men cause they don't want you or can even come close
to satisfy you like I can do,
Is there any doubt that you should be with me and be my baby boo?
I will tell it to you like this cause I don't want to prolong what I really have to say,
Come and be mine so you can see I will treat you like the Queen you are everyday.
when a child dies
there's a thousand whys
how can this child have died?
Heat iron redden from cast, ruff drops
smoke, like looking thew inkspots.
Sharp memories steel bits, a light gray glance
your bag over your arm, showing lust dance.
Creeping lark haze, invades the slow to gay
snarled teeth ready when you look away.
Split lip, working for a invisible "Quid"
waiting on the highest street collar bid.
Heat iron redden in cast to cool
A neighbor and his Ice covered pool.
The wife kept telling me of husband's, regret stories
but I have read all those books of categories.
Begging to like this heavy wheel beat
when walking for the quest of the meet.
Would of been nice gesture,
I'd taken care of, and not dirty treasures.
I am in charge of a nominating committee.
I nominate what I believe the entire nation should eat,
and I nominated cheeseburgers and was supported by the democratic party.
Fried Chicken has always been a favorite of the republican party,
so I also nominated Fried Chicken, the republican party unanimously agreed.
Eat Anything You Want has been proposed by some lone independent,
whom you can also vote for, but who most likely won't win,
in a major election without funding and corporate backing.
Is this truly a democracy?
I can sell it to you as a democracy,
because you get to vote and choose what the entire nation will eat,
and in a well funded majorly publicized election,
tribal groups will form that are Pro Cheeseburgers and Anti Fried Chicken,
while other groups argue that Cheeseburgers will be the death of everyone,
and Fried Chicken will be the answer to everyone's salvation.
Is this truly a democracy?
I can sell it to you as a democracy because you get to vote,
but if you ask me, this questionable democracy as well as our vote,
is nothing more than one sad, pathetic practical joke.
… being played on all of us.
To be quite honest the letter “Q”
Details are the most difficult to share
“Q” has deep seeded personal issues
That many are not aware
“Q”suffers with separation anxiety
Dependancy and jealousy too
“Q”does nothing whatsoever
Without “Q’s” beloved “U”
Yes “Q” is in love with “U” also
As is “Q’s” rival “W”
Though “Q’s” relationship with “U” is toxic
As “Q” is unable to function without “U”
“U” sits by “Q’s” side faithfully
So “Q” can function and thrive
“Q “ will live a fulfilled alphabet life
As long as “U” is forever by “Q’s” side
Since he was a rake, and rambling man
To meet the "one" was not what he planned
She knew not his past
So was left aghast
When he removed her bra with one hand!
He saw on her face, she was set back
On the verge of a brutal attack
For their love to last
He had to think fast
He said, "I practiced behind my back!"
How much has to be experienced, for any of us to actually see?
Must we be blinded by illusion, or a veil of secrecy?
Can we only listen carefully, and survive this remedy?
Or do we need more senses to concur with, that can agree?
Maybe this kind of corroboration, is just wasted redundancy?
Or has the environment become so clouded, to verify any reality?
Should we just rely on obtuse faith, without the material
observationally?
Seems to me that the truth can survive, the multiple anomalies.
a three hour tour
with lots of luggage
Gilligan where are you?
beauty evolves in everything that is ugly
Nothing is something I would rather do with him.
Anything is also something I would rather do with him.
In those moments I’m so focused on him that the days rush by, not meandering in a gooey haze.
Everything is blending together now. The days and weeks. April is a wash.
I’ve been high a lot lately, but it’s mainly to pass the time.
I am so motivated to do nice things for him. To cook and clean and appreciate.
It’s hard to do anything and not think of him.
I’ll grow and be productive without him.
But I’ll wish he was by my side.
I can lay in bed and waste the day too.
But I’ll remember the feel of his skin against mine. And miss it.
There’s no way out of my desire to be around him. To feel him.
Why can’t he allow that to happen; allow my compulsion?
Make this a pleasant experience?
God damn it.
I don’t want reciprocity.
Just let me feel and explore.
I want more, don’t know how to do without.
His touch is electric, powers me forward, and I’ll go on for weeks.
Can’t imagine letting go now; I just want to grow now.
Let me touch you and get mine.
Scientists say we have neanderthal genes,
and that set me to wondering
what all this interbreeding really means -
was it the result of rape and plundering?
The homosapiens made rocks into tools
and were smarter than neanderthals by half,
but neanderthals were willing to play the fools,
and she said, "he makes me laugh".
How can you see when your eyes are closed?
How can you listen when you can't hear?
How can you talk when your mouth is shut?
How can you love without a heart?
How do you fight without a battle?
How can you learn without a lesson?
How can you touch and don't feel?
How can you succeed without any achievements?
How do you smile without a reason?
And how do you live when there's no life?
We are our own worst enemies at times, so judge not those who have not for
seen their destiny.