Best Strayed Poems

WHAT? Oh, for cryin' out loud dude, not again! Nod off for one lousy hour and off go them mangy sheep. Now I ain't paid near enough to hafta chase these meanderin' beasts all over God's green earth. Shoot man, I got a life. Well,...

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I never wanted there to be pain for either of us, I only wanted happiness for the rest of our days, but I understand why we couldn’t be together then, I just had so much more to say
I wanted to love you for the rest...

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We gather in groups
many to be sequestered as
strayed sheep

Haunted and shunned 
by the societies we love

Who can we turn to 
to ease the burning pain
of neglect and asylum

Who is our border collie
the light to wrestle us in
against the turmoil of everyday life

But still we stay...

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The touch of imperfectionality on some naked truth.
It burns deep into the flesh of happiness,
Yet stands smiling at the laxity of frailty.
A drop of legality would have seared the ice.
Some degree of excess consciousness couldn't avail indiscretion.
So selfish I was, struck the baton to revealing.
Tore...

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There’s a Swahili adage that goes
‘Mshale ulioingia msituni haujapotea’
An arrow that has been cast (shot/strayed) into the forest is not lost
I guess this is one of those arrows
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As usual, it’s yet another crow of the neighbour’s cock
Gotta wake up,...

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   Cliff hanger story - 
   Freshly shorn scrawny
   Steady assembly ruptured
   Atop rocky bluff rugged
   Shivering survival questionable 
   Seceder’s dream quenchable

   Reject herd abide proffer
   Select solo...

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They wander, 
free range sheep,
Following a breeze,
a wafting scent
Clover…perhaps
More likely the innate call
To roam
In search of themselves.
Freedom,
a dubious destination
As jagged cliffs
O’erlook the crushing surf
Escape 
An unknown dream
For wind and tide
And nature
Call them
Home.
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I am the unseen, 
resting amongst invisible butterflies,
waning amidst wildflower wishes~
facing watercolor breezes,
drifting between the sun and the sea,
where the wind collaborates 
with the salt and skin of waves,
like forbidden lovers engrossed in euphoric zest…

I sing in silence with sanctified verses,
where zephyrs breathe
amongst paralyzed procrastinators,
following...

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Why I strayed, I know the reason, but do you? You’re the one that I fell into their arms, the one that I turned to
Although I told you then I never got too deep, but now I feel as though you need to know the...

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Along the roads of grassy fields 
where thousands of sheep flit from
Astray from the flock, flouting,
fleeing with fear
blindly following.

Driven through the streets of London
at the Barnet fair to the farmers there.
But the way,     takes an insalubrious plot.
Sheer confusion along the countryside
sets...

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Stressed out of the monuments of inclination.
The strokes of desire, her urge sought to relish.
Starved dim in all embodiment of mortality.
The line drawn f discipline was faded in tincture.
A yearning passion fr lechery in negativity.
As she basked off morality for selfishness,
such consciousness of a groom...

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The scene of cliff, coast and a flock of sheep,
a view of the blue ocean, sky, and wild mossy cliff;
where sheep have strayed, too bewildered to leap,
they stand, sleep, or sit among wildflowers and sniff.
It was a case of follow the other perhaps in the...

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I see the sea.
                  The odds at sea,
              ...

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Walk on by as I sit upon a ledge of self-destruction.
I seek no sympathy, just a hand to hold and to pull me from the edge. 
I am deserving Aren't I?   
Those so-called words they forcefully allege 

Stepping forward by myself  
Never...

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I woke up this morning with a wonderful feeling 
I felt like singing and dancing but soon after I felt my heart bleeding
I didn't realized how things were until I met him on the floor
Everything seemed controlled and time was knocking on his door
People ...

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