Best Twisted Poems

Some people wind up with twisted knickers
When they get insulted by nitpickers
Words are sticks and stones
Causing moans and groans
When they hear heckling whispers and snickers

Women used to call knickers 'underpants'
They'd get them twisted with tauntings and rants
Causing quite a rage
No matter their age
As if their...

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Once upon a time, or a few times per day, we ponder just how many ways in which we must die. There are forewarnings. Let's consider the simple fairy tale - did anyone do a scientific study to check correlations of untimely death and not...

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Mardi Gras "The Medieval Story"  

On a hot, heavy night in Orleans,
Joan and Jane were seen rubbing chest on chest
An inviting, intimate moment, to undress
Two pretty trimmed tops, eating like dames
They touched in ways, that drove those who make war insane
The secret spilled before...

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oh, let me tell you a twisted tale . . . 

of robin hood and a merry band of followers
but my story does not take place in folklore but in reality
todays story is of an archer, a person skilled with swords and words
skilled in disguise,...

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Somehow it seems life loses joy
A game, perhaps a twisted ploy
An end to those most tender years
The zest is gone, but life goes on
Till her last welcome breath is drawn
False hopes reality now clears
Somehow it seems life loses joy
A game, perhaps a twisted ploy

No one...

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Truth isn't always within the region of reason; it can flirt with the edges of insanity. Let's dive into the twisted reality of Humpty Dumpty. Its bitter smell will linger like rotten eggs in the night breeze.

Once upon a time, when sunshine kissed the honeyed...

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For P.D's "Going Haiku Crazy" Contest

 
How Many?

going to St. Ives
met folks on that smelly bus
more than I could count

Just Sleep Walking?

Wee Willy Winky
caught outside a boy’s window
in a night garment

Got Wool?

naked in the lane
three bags-full of wool sheared off
baa baa black sheep fleeced

She Didn’t...

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Twisted segments
Somehow floated together
The missing pieces of a long forgotten puzzle
Found their home 

Faded pictures brought back to life
Each telling their own story
Do they make you smile today? 
I know it has been a while

The warmth of memories
Chasing negativity away
It is okay to start again
It...

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If love is a game I need a referee
If sex is a game I want instant re-play
I played the game of life but fouled out
Life stinks (Forgot to take a shower his morning)
Just my luck, life was but a dream and my alarm went off

Does...

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As I stand and look at you
I see the ropes around your neck
Can't you see what you do for me
How it makes me come alive inside

It  leads  me places I cannot hide
I see the fear within your eyes
I see your emotions laid bare...

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You stung me with your waspish words
Injecting poison into my very soul
Again and again with those stinging syllables
Your words buzzed around my brain
Still you flew in and continued your scathing attack
It all came so easily to you
Viscous vitriol freely flows from your foul mouth
Deeper and...

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Twisted popcorn lace decorates
The eastern pale blue sky
A canopy of delight hangs
Miles and miles up high

Upon the eastern horizon
An orange sun seeks to climb
Across the sun streaks of purple clouds
The sun arrives just in time

Apricot jam slathered across
Dripping stickily on pines
Silhouetting an outline there
Of oaks...

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I'm twisted inside, 
like an old oak tree 
that was once strong and strait, 
now a gnarled mess of my own skin. 
Blowing violently 
with no control over my fate. 
I feel frozen, 
so cold that the heat of a thousand suns 
could not thaw...

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a scandalous secret gnaws
at the epicenter of my being
threatening to unearth
score pillars of dirt
upon which my world is built

gilded in reverence,
vaingloriously lauded
and parlayed to ascend sacred rungs
beyond the license of minions,
the legend grows
and grows
and grows

and though I know
my storied steeple,
as all things crooked,
will surely crumble...

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Driving down the twisting road
Into the night, the twilight abode
We twist and turn and up we go
Our destination, we cannot know
Just hold it in, we are so close
Adrenaline pumps like an overdose
The headlight glows on white quaking trees
And a slow, chill ripple felt in the...

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