Confusing Poems

Horn Confusing Haiku

here is what God sent
should always pray and repent
what dream may have meant

should hear sea gull screech
waves have been beating on beach
Trump have to impeach

will write horn haiku
was great and one of the few
poem on grew and grew

Confusing Musings

If I with my brown skin
Had sinned with powerful men
Would I be crazy
To have dreams of a First Lady

Could I be splashed naked 
Across *********** pages
Break up a happy home
And still be deemed worthy of throne

Would my sins be unique
And awards that win me
Peace and prosperity finest things
That too my parents get American dreams

Would I

Life's Confusing Messages

What do I eat
The same things on repeat
What to do
Should I have a strew?

What should I pursue
What will it ensue
Nothing seems to change
Its all so strange

I even complain
Always the same
 
The weather changes
Talking to strangers
Sometimes it can help
Confusion I've been dealt

I have an idea
It's all so unfair
I'll keep plugging along
Maybe sing a song!

The Confusing World of Social Media

The unimaginable is found
The ordinary is lost
Connected we disconnect
Mysterious hoods knocked
A parallel dimension is unknowingly turned
Knowledge may be dumped
Or something may be learnt
Lazily we lay
Or studiously we work
We never know its face
Social media is one weird place

Me on Me

The rays falling on me,It is confusing; for some people, it is burning.For some, it highlights my flaws.But the perception is that, for me, the confusion of statements is just like pebbles and stones falling in or on the sea.Like the sea, the flow of me will never be burned by the rays; it just

The Confusing Sex Wars of Twenty Twenty Three

It’s 2023 and the war between the sexes has reached a fevered pitch
Maybe it’s what they call 3-D chess
But whatever, the boundaries have shifted
Blurred and literally merged
Or at least now we pretend they have
As the enemy storms the gates
And being given the key to the city
Finds she/he/they/it safely ensconced within.

Someone recently told me I don’t

Confusing Fusions

What's my point?
I often ask
too seldom
Where's my circle?

Good days are right
as bad feel wrong dark night

And what's our peak communication point?
Where were we when I last remembered? 
you Here
me Now
positively co-invested relationship
bilaterally unnumbered

Light shines in cooperative circles
I quickly exclaim
with delight
too seldom
more forgetfully relents
my dark descends

Past points
not worthy of epic warm melodies
yet unworthy of cryptic cold

He and She

Goes with someone but leaves alone, he lives in denial but hopes for a sweet alright, dreams have stopped he burns the midnight oil, afraid to sleep consciously he chases the dawn, he smiles and hides, slides his hand collects his bite and leaves everything behind.

She is thankful she is wise, pretends to be nice

Love Is Confusing

Love is confusing.
Let me explain
The experience is lacking and
It only brings pain

Let me explain
The idea sounds amazing but really
It only brings pain and
Confusion

The idea sounds amazing but really
It's hard, the
Confusion
Leaves everybody on their guard

It's hard
The experience is lacking and
Leaves everybody on their guard
So in conclusion,
Love is confusing.

I know this isn't technically a Pantoum but it

Death Grip

I reel my hands back and lay them to rest on my lap.
A tingling sensation seeps into my awareness,
drips from my shoulders,
and flows downwards onto my bent arms,
leaving a trail of bumps in its wake.    

I shake my forearms like a wet dog,
Back and forth; the wispy blonde hairs waving each
time they're

My Mind's Confusing Game

I sit here before you
one might say in boredom, but I think that it’s defeat.
I wonder if I will be taken
to find answers for survival, or to a peaceful sleep.

Should I question my actions?
Ask where I’m going from this point on?
Or should I just remain defeated
as one who’s never won?

I want to hold you in

- Good Advice Can Be Confusing -

He bought a product against hemorrhoids at the pharmacy
               The word alone can do many people wrinkle their noses

             Product information :

       

Actual Poet

This actual poet writes me silly poems.
He's there and I can't explain it.
A lifetime of experience and things lived I only imagine
and this actual, famous, poet writes me silly poems.

I wonder why me??  Why is he wasting time with me?
This sapient, hopelessly encouraging, ego-boosting poet
who writes me silly poems.

It's confusing.
My mind paints countless canvases

Confusing the Task Master

The task master walked into the room of hopeful job applicants.
All the blacks over there, he said, pointing.  No one moved.
All the whites over there, he said, pointing. No one moved.
All the people with hair and skin and teeth over here, he said.
They all came forward. 

The task master stared at them. Do you

The Most Confusing of Fears

Parting is such sweet sorrow, as someone once said
They could be sick and dying, or already dead
I’m holding heavy thought inside my head
And I’m waiting for you with terrible dread

If talking is so hard for me and you
Then how do you do it all the time like you do
Speaking to a stranger isn’t hard at

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