Confusion Poems | Examples

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Misconstrue Miscue

Melee, mire, mad mistletoe.
Amiss, misconstrued?
Meltdown reactor, mellow?
Morning, dawn miscued?

Urgency, how you came in.
Blanch blank lightning pin.
Sycamore the serried sin.
Crater's rim, blind bin.

Abscond, pond, wild wizard's wand.
Lizard idol weird.
Boundless basilisk, braid bond.
Doubtless disappeared.

Bay leaf, beckoning light, bent.
Apostles in black.
Berserker, the basalt pshent.
Chasm dark, the crack.

Tympanic temper-fount, sound.
Sonic fire, coat nerves.
Little mountain, mound resound!
He who avoids swerves.

Mechanize, our armies!
Together stand and fight!
Belay, malaise! Trees, trapeze!
Otherwise good night!

Immortal! The portal prays!
Languid legs a-splays!
Lachrymose lark, sing always!
Grizzly bears may graze!

Mackerel falls, thy seas! Salmon:
Better that you live.
Setting, rising? Sun, on stun?
Grit, pittance? Safe, shiv?

Falcon, flight. Polite, fright? Why?
Good to listen up.
Welder's arc, do or die? Lye.
Code crayon covenant's cup...

There ought to be a law against it.

There ought to be a law against it,
Definitely not a good fit,
To pass a law without a way to enforce it.

There ought to be a law against it,
Allowing some brainless twit,
To think of it,

There ought to be law against it,
Passing a law without local input,
To make nonsense of it.

There ought to be a law against it,
When a law change allows only lawyers to profit,
And productivity stalls because of it.

There ought to be a law against it,
Law changes to make crime legit,
With police on sick leave because of it.

There ought to be a law against it,
A law to tell us when to sit,
With there are not enough chairs to allow for it.

Premium Member Make Good Choices

Though I love intelligence, candor is recompence 
Smart is an art, but love comes from above
Kiss over compliment, neither will pay the rent
Nor inflation, adulation, inclination, or shove

Now in combination lie's true adoration
Choosing wisely should be life's aspiration
Eschew impropriety, display some sobriety
And wisely choose the better thereof


Premium Member The Price of Constant Compromise

A steady stream of compromise never leads to a pool of peace.
It leads to a charred-out soul and silence pruned of its golden wings.

The choice

An expiration date has been given
Like a common loaf you would bake
This one slightly differs, as past due is the date 

Delve deep into the depths, where mysteries do lurk 
To pluck out an answer, one might not think will work  

You will find each foot planted, in a very shallow grave
Which one will get you there quicker, a choice must be made
But in the end it doesn't matter, the result stays the same

So now you must choose wisely, a balance must be paid 
It all boils down to that inevitable, unfair trade

Premium Member Justice Only for the Guilty

  	The school suspended three guys
            for their bald-faced lies

         Justice is compromised
             if the punishment’s a prize


Premium Member "Struggling To Read The Room?"

Struggling  means listening 
For what isn't said.
To read a room is to discern 
The air shift before the
Words do.

Rooms carry experiences you
Weren't there to witness. 

Struggling is detecting truth
Beneath the surface. 

To read the room is to trust
Your own pulse first.

Rooms reveal themselves 
Gradually-

Especially when you're the
Only one paying attention.

Premium Member Stop n think before you trust

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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)

Premium Member "Verbally Lost In a Loop of Calls of LipService "

Stanza 1
Lost in a loop again,
Where assurances polished,
But actions stay missing. 

Stanza 2
Lost in a loop again,
Hearing lips craft carefully 
Sentences,
That collapse once the room 
ejects.

Stanza 3
Lost in a loop again,
Where apologies come
Pre-packaged,
But accountability never
Conveys.

Stanza 4
Lost in a loop again,
Listening to voices rehearse
Integrity,
Like a script they never intend to perform. 

Stanza 5
Lost in a loop again,
Caught between what they
Say
And what they refuse to do.

Stanza 6
Lost in a loop again,
And the echo becomes a
Warning,
That lip service is just
Another silence.

Premium Member Money and Food

Goat status
Goat money
Money on vices
Money on dreams 
Dreams of being the greatest
Dreams of forever love
Love of people
Love for kindness
Kindness opens doors
Kindness warms hearts
Hearts of the city
Hearts of the world
World of pain
World of confusion
Confusion on respect
Confusion on fear
Fear of failure
Fear of truth
Truth hurts
Truth cuts
Cuts through lies
Cuts through money
Money schemes
Money trees
Trees with no leaves
Trees provide no shade
Shade from the heat
Shade  from the gossip
Gossip kings
Gossip girl
Girl meets boy
Girl meets serpent
Serpent whispers
Serpent lies
Lies cause death
Lies rewrites history
History tainted
History praised
Praised then killed
Praised then crucified
Crucified for beliefs
Crucified for truth
Truth heals
Truth sets you free
Free speech
Free food
Food will spoil
Food will dry
Dry
Spoil

Trillenium Nine

	“Welcome”
a robot effigy of painted aluminium
on its face a vestigial smile
chill, uncharismatic and instant,
voicing through it
like rasping metallic file,
a platinum echo, distant.
Its unmoving countenance 
worn like a habit, a shiny mask, ill-fit
the smirk of a smile sewn on,
with crayon drawn on,
it did not move as if to prove
a robotic ability as ventriloquist.
I was transfixed
with words that keenly gnawed:
“You have been thawed.”

I looked around with icy perception,
with roving eye and no movement of limb,
where had I been?
As my body warmed and my limbs gained inflection,
so my mind was pierced with icicles of truth
of a previous existence and a distant youth.

It’s all coming back now,
it had worked somehow:
Cryogenics.

Redemption

I don’t wanna stand still but I can’t move forward. 
I’m stuck on myself and everything I have done. 
I don’t think I can forgive myself.
I know I have no business getting any redemption this time.

Solid Is Illusionary

Solid Is Illusionary

We are elemental echos in illusionary domains
Fleeting spectors in a realm of imagined remains

Where this invisible blanket of solidity can unfold
As long ago our shapeshifting dreams foretold

The ashes of truth are trapped in the fires lie
In a vail so thin where enlightenment must surely die 

Lays the unseen sanctum for metaphysical bridging between
Here and where memories flow in the narrow astral plain unseen

There where the funeral flames fade
Be not lost, but found, where the homesick soul laid

Of the silent searcher who sleeps within
In the never never land where all dreams begin

Miscommunication

Miscommunication

I told her she looked elegant
But she just heard elephant
Oh don’t get me wrong I quipped
And before I could stop it slipped from my lip
I do love the pachyderm
‘My mistake,’ I thought, and began to squirm
The look on her face was clear to all
No time to wait no time to stall
I said ‘elegant, the dress is a beaut’
You don’t look fat at all - just nice and cute’
Oh dear I think I just made it worse
Silently she mouthed a curse
To set things aright I must attempt
For from her wrath I am least exempt
‘Elephant is the furthest thing
Your ears aren’t that big and your trunk don’t swing’
I stammered and stuttered
My heart skipped and fluttered
Silent no more ‘YOU’ came the trumpet
My sweet wife became an angry strumpet
All by a word simply mistaken
And so I sleep ne’er to awaken

Premium Member PUFF-PUFF-PUFF

Around the North Carolina’s red clay
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows
Seemingly towed bow down, do as I say
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows

Not as I do, I am older than you
I smoke if you try to smoke you choke
Cough, cough, cough this isn’t a joke
Beneath the views, I choose for I do

Puff away, cough you say, 
Burn this not such a puff-puff away
Nor give-give awaiting to inhale
Boy, back N my day you have,
 a cigarette in a child’s age

You’ll spend a day in jail
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows well
Seemingly towed bow down, do as I say
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows bails

Not as I do, I am older than you
Beneath the views, I choose for I do
I smoke if you try to smoke you choke
Cough, cough, cough this isn’t a joke
Puff, puff, puff cough, cough
Them children should N be smokiN
puff-PUFF-puff

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