Confusing Poems - Poems about Confusing

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...

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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...

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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!...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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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