Chaos Poems - Poems about Chaos

There's always the otherside of something so beautiful Dunno why it finds me Crashing like a storm Drencing me with sorrow Slamming me back to the place I hardly belong Pull me out Bring me peace It's too much chaos here I cannot breathe... ...

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At first Chaos became from void borne, And it stirred the primordial mass, Before Earth or the Sea or the Sky, Had a reason to moan or comply, Then did emerge Ananke above, Who did give a primordial shove, Become inevitable to change, So, the Earth and the Sky be arranged, And then father time emerged from muss, Fair Ananke said that there is...

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Each morning drifts like mist— soft, uncertain, but somewhere in its hush, I feel the weight of something turning dark nearby. I once imagined this place would be still, that the walls would not echo with things unsaid. But peace, it seems, is not something we always share. Patterns repeat— whispers circling like wind in a cage. The days loop like shadows on the same old path, a wheel that...

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Calendar commences, conviviality, kids kvetch knishes cold, cantaloupe crappy, kids constantly crunching cookies, cake, candy. Could kayaking, canoeing, camping in Canada cure cantankerous children's contention? Can caddying at the country club conquer kid's complaining? chaos could conduce calamity, kindred claiming complete cuckoo-ness, summer sanity-stealing s'mores scavengers!...

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On my plate, I get to taste new things, Every day—flavors that life brings. Sometimes it's healthy, sometimes a mess, At times I bloom, at times—distress. I feel ruptured, torn apart, When it’s finally my turn to start. Oh! The fight between my heart and mind, Oh! The silence and the violence entwined. For ease, we chase some clever trick, Like knowing "ominous" means...

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Infinite world, my only escape. Infinite world, the life I hate. My hand is cramping as I write. But I don’t care. I still fight. The lead is scraping paper thin, Slicing air with every spin. Infinite world, my one place. Infinite world, my only safe space. My pencil was once unused, Unmarked, clean, and unbruised. My hand was once unsure, Quiet, soft, and insecure. Not that...

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When an ordinary day becomes the unexpected, The hours turn into a rush, and get connected. I turned my head to find who stood there, Our eyes met—something rare I didn’t give anything that hinted at chaos, Didn’t give a little smile, just raised my eyebrows. Ignoring someone, shaking my head— Not now, I’m done being bled. But you’re the one giving me...

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There is order to my chaos an urgency to make things right I have ambitions I can taste dreams that must be set in motion once I see the morning light There is order some my chaos a plan when all you see is madness I fear that I’ll run out of time I long to leave my affairs most orderly A fine book...

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Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Date: June 3, 2025 Contest Title: Spin A Shadorma Poetry Contest Burning wild, chaos grips my bones, grinding sharp, breaking free— shards of dreams ignite the dark, I rise through the storm....

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ANIMAL CHAOS Dogs barking loudly, excited cats meowing, as rats run and play:- ...

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I am a mess — but not one to be fixed. I am the ruins and the rebuilding. I am the storm that walked away from the wreckage, Still breathing. Still burning. Still me. They hurt me. Often. And I stayed. Not because I was weak — But because I believed people were more than their wounds. I saw the parts no one else...

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I am chaos, the storm that shatters silence — thunder rolling through the wreckage, still breathing, still burning, still me. They hurt me. Often. And I stayed. Not because I was weak — but because I believed people were more than their wounds. I saw the hidden cracks no one else did. I loved anyway. But the tether snapped. No longer do I chase the lightning that scars but...

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unbridled thunder ...

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The silence, filled with whispers of turbulence Crashed against the tide of an ephemeral moment Perhaps fate has a strange way of entwining chaos And we're meant to tie its loose ends with muddy hands The affinity to tangle even the simplest ties Is perhaps what's most befuddling Yet I stand here Pondering on this connection- With our fitted glances and stolen...

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I wore my sins like velvet lace, Then set your garden all ablaze. I never once said I was kind-- I only promised not to mind. The chandelier you loved? It fell. I laughed and called it “doing well.” Your rules were quaint, but far too tight-- I loosened them with fire and bite. Abandon all grace here, my dear-- The wine is sharp,...

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