Crazy Poems | Examples of Crazy Poetry

Holy or jolly, you live Big and small demands to live Happy or Sad moments are buried each day to live One or many people close to live King or Servant runs their life to live Huge or less money is used to live Beauty or ugliness still covers thoughts to live One-on-one, we chase the world to live Godly or worldly has...

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Numb.... Lonely Staring at the same gloomy rain dripping down 2 different window panes over 300 miles away Feeling alone & ashamed, full of regret because of how we hehaved but not giving up bc this Actual, Magical, One of a kind love is just too unfathomable to not crave its right there out of our reach, our plans, wants & goals so easy to speak but...

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swimming like lobotomized fish in a psychiatric pond. following to follow— not following to lead. following the leader, following like sheep. the pied piper always made such a fine shepherd for those who don’t think. ...

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Do you ever feel like u feel no love and the feeling won't go away, Or do you feel like your depressed almost every single day, Are there days u wake up but just can't get out of bed, Is it cuz facing a new day probably is what you dread, Have u ever been with someone who did...

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I’m strung out on another world — a woman wired tight. Music spills from my fingers, runs down to my toes. One pill — and it all slips away. I tumble down the rabbit hole. But I’m not Alice. I’m the Queen of Hearts. I’m not looking for a way out. I’m singing all the wrong words, losing my tempo — my lyrical lyre abandoned on the floor. Still,...

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the streets smell of coffee and the burnt ends of last night’s cigarettes. faces move past me like they’ve been sandpapered— eyes dull, shoulders pulled up like bad weather. the mailman walks slower, the bartender pours heavier, even the pigeons look nervous. something’s in the air— a weight you can’t see but you feel it pressing your ribs. I drink my beer, pretend I’m above it, but...

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We have built a world— Not for the need, But for the greedy. Palaces boast of fifty rooms Where no soul sleeps. Garages gleam with a thousand idle chariots, While the homeless pray to wind and pavement. One man holds A thousand acres of land, While millions kneel With no soil to claim as home. Step into the White Halls of Power— Leaders dine in gold, While the...

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madness is thinking of e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g you think you’ll accomplish today ...

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People look for an answer that has been underneath our nose, What does it mean to live? Why do we have to acknowledge him? Why is it wrong to be an image of his light? The one that can move the stars and mountains. We live in a world of chaos and one the other side, peace. Which side...

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They took him— not for war, not for crime, but for curiosity. A boy from Congo, where rivers hum with memory, and the trees know your name. Ota Benga— smile full of sun, soul full of sky— was stolen, placed in a cage beside an ape while the world laughed. And they called it science. They called it education. But it was cruelty— plain and piercing. He was not a beast. He was a...

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With those who want to test the waters, and yet have no wish to get their feet wet, but wait to have their cake (and eat it too) handed to them on a plate, I will neither split hairs and pick nits nor reason or debate (or tear their thoughts to bits) so, if they're going to 'fly', (jump to a conclusion) either do it or don't, as Yoda said,...

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Intro Out past the corner store, where the ice cream truck fears to roll, Lies a block with more rhythm than a washing machine on spin cycle, Where the cats wear sunglasses at midnight, And every pothole’s got a story to tell. Tonight, I tune my axe—rusty strings, missing a knob, Ready to melt faces in the moonlit back alley, Like a...

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The Missing Ouija Board An Unholy Whodunnit in Verse I summoned ghosts at midnight’s glare, At Cemetery Gate—with snacks to spare. We were just spelling “B-U-R-I-E-D” when—Zap! The Ouija Board vanished... like a ghost on a gap. Who stole my Ouija Board from cemetery?! Was it the undead... or Karen...

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Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness I die every night, you die every night too This is our way of rejuvenating the body This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky, However, this is absolutely or definitely true Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess Which takes place from a certain time to the other We die...

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You call me up and ask me to come round, when I get to your place you are nowhere to be found. You left a note pinned to your door , where are you now, where are you now. You say you love me then you say you don’t , you will love me forever then...

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