Crooked Poems - Poems about Crooked

I saw god near a pawnshop today: He had a crack pipe and a crooked smile. When he asked me for a quarter, I gave it to him. And that’s when he told me of his omnipotence. What a neat guy. ...

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Crooked House Be content. Don’t take life for granted. Crooked house. Be you all around. Sometimes pulling weeds. Complaining, don’t feed. Through harvest. It's a test. Be concontent. Each day is a gift. Sometimes down in the valley. Count your blessings. Short on change. That's O.K. Grateful anyway. Down to earth. Don’t ask for much. ...

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Standing at a dusty crossroads, The sun brutally beats down Upon flesh left for dead. High noon mingles with midnight; Diminishing reality becomes increasingly threadbare. Brittle tumbleweeds drift tragically away. Beady-eyed vultures swoop, circling. Gravity's pull feels increasingly heavy Against unrelenting waves of sorrow— Karma's come...

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I walked amongst people for miles With hidden faces And crooked Smiles....

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My will to leave, my bliss, For I searched for me. I have seen me, When no mirrors comfort it. That voice, that plays with soul. A place so cold, But I hold to hope. I’m tired of feeling so stiff, My mind wanders like a thief who seeks. Am I but a man lost indeed? My childhood plagues my grief. Wars within my thoughts, My mind...

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But a linear crate, You create your plate in days. The seventh you lay, For labor came to take its wage. A circle, a grave we say— Ohh, we are safe! She lays in weight, To maim and tame it seems. Heavy to souls lost in hate, Sorry, I meant to say in state. Yes, the state of your mind in phases. The clocks of ages, Who...

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My crooked heart A tempest beat to a falling stride, To whom may embark on this funny ride? Bee nature's guide to see you rise— So much beauty in plain sight. What if it seems all but lies? Yes, lies! For they are as crooked as the Maker’s ways. Don't be fractured by nature's game. Have you seen its ways? So unlawful, it preys...

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You say I should/ Pay for my crimes/ But, I'm innocent/ You won't be satisfied/ Till you put/ A bullet in my head/ You call me *****/ Because of my conviction/ But, I don't stoop/ To that level/ I never done that/ But, you won't stop/ Even after my body/ Lays in the ground/ You will always/ Have a reason/ To find fault with me/ You call yourself/ A... Christian/ But, your love for...

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The artistic viewpoint Slightly skewed Somewhat short Just past the “two’s” Water colors On a white fridge A bit a-kilter Pumpkin heads A blur of witches ‘Gainst the moon O’er dripping leaves ‘Neath artist’s eyes ...

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The child smiled and asked me how many years of my life had gone by. She stared into my eyes and saw my crooked smile. I found it beautiful to be asked such a question by such sincere yet innocent eyes. I’d lived over a half a century was my reply and she was shocked as she...

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Would that my poet's heart could fly, but an artist's anchor is his eye. I still see the magic in mere flesh, so a humble fate is mine... Your form shall be revered, my dear; I pray you never need to fear, the passions flowing deep within me as we struggle down the line... From fruits of base attraction, sweetest sensual transaction- God may grant...

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There was a crooked house in a crooked part of town Where you could down a pint or two and let your life calm down A place to relax and to de-stress with friends and glass or two. Yes we loved that little crooked house, with its ice cold special brew. It was a warm and friendly place met always with a smile A...

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Crooked They are the ones who make them forget the existence they have and surround them with the spirit of their new life. The grave may be the provider of new bodies and matter taken by counting for others. They anchor vitality and life to the earth on the plane. If it is crooked or twisted, it is replaced...

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Old man leaning on a wooden cane Stumbling down the sidewalk in the pouring rain People laughing and wondering too If He might be insane - [ ] He looks back at them And sings a happy song About how soon he be leaving And it won’t be too long Death comes to all Even those who cannot wait On their bed or in...

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Crooked Tree, there’s so much of you in me. I whisper to the wind my confession. This heart of mine is quite GRIM and GLOOMY. Of FEELINGS; not one goes without question. WISTFUL; I reach beyond the canopy. Lovelorn and lost in hell among the crowd; wondering absently in agony through eternity. Lost beneath it’s SHROUD. Endless days, months, and years in precession. Every...

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