Best Unorganized Poems

Messy is spilling her drinks in my car
Curious keeps asking me questions
Bossy is telling me ways to go 
Because unorganized just lost our directions.

Impatient is...

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Sunrise, late winter
skunk smell
turkey flock
playful otter, too.

The white heron
a great blue,
white phase,
in the abandoned beaver pond.

Purple clematis
its long-awned achenes
in globose heads
spidery, fiery, extravagant fruit!

To identify...

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My Unorganized Chaos..

My daily unpredictable unorganized life started with the pile of things that...
If I really thought about it I would try to make it...

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The lock clicks,
And the apartment is left lifeless.
Each piece of furniture lining the walls,
Is lifeless under winters' creeping touch.
The T.V. was left on,
Playing reruns of...

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I wrote some words today and showed them to a stranger.
They guided me in terms of semantics, definition, and faith:
	Saying: 'Pride is freedom."
I listened intently...

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laying in bed at 11:42 pm and I cannot seem to funnel out the darkest thoughts  
my brain is racing a million miles an...

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Soft and quiet one moment,
Rough and demanding the next.
Underminded and distant another moment,
Outspoken and won't let go seconds later.
Put together and thoughtful after mere minutes,
Unorganized...

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You are the world which coping me
The chamber of my sanity
The big safety box of my true stories
Place where I could lean and dwell beyond...

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Past the furthest reaches of the Mad Hatter's soul
A turtle wins a race on the slowest of a roll
There are dusty emotions compiled in an...

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My husband and I always enjoy visiting
GrandMother Eartha
on Mother's Day

She often shares
last night's dreams,
which too often follow rather disturbing peak experience themes

Because,
you know,
or maybe not...

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It's silent
except for the buzzing
of the flourescent lights
in this deserted classroom.
I should be studying
but my thoughts keep drifting
back to our talk.
Is it possible
to make time...

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something inside of me tingles
pin pricks of excitement
a feeling i do not recognize 
i answer to no one for i am wild 
being tamed only...

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If your ultimate goal is a poetry prize,
there are things you must do without compromise.
I had entered some work at considerable cost,
with no clue at...

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What is our highest good
as parents,
grandparents,
children of WiseElder mentors,
mountains and valleys,
sun and moon,
planets and plants,
clouds and rivers,
trees and toads,
eagles and dragonflies,
and occasionally parents.

How do we...

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Want. I want I want I want. 
I may be a greedy person, yes, but maybe for the right things. 

I want knowledge. 
I want...

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