Deranged Poems - Poems about Deranged

...Loretta Devil Loretta Devil She thinks she's queen of the hill When she's hitting that herb at will The smack of her lips, the glaze in her stare All the people beware She's like a star with no......Read the rest...

... That was then…. When the tapestry of contentment enveloped the enthralled expanse exhilarated, of the sensuous sky called life. When the fervent flight was friendly for the esoteric essen......Read the rest...

...I was a woke shrink, I sadly write this verse. My patients came in bad shape, ended up worse. Today there was Cohen, who thought he was French. I told him either way, his privilege gave a stench......Read the rest...

......I think the counterbalance is our craving for community, and not the local government, no, the things we enter freely. I’m talking about your neighbors, your churches and your civic clubs, t......Read the rest...

...(do bed bugs eat beds) I can’t shut my eyes at night Delving deep in the darkness Slight splinters of light Revealing the shapes of my room But still my eyes seek deeper Let there be grotesqu......Read the rest...

...Have we embarked a Ship of Fools By forsaking the Golden Rule? And, have we formed a neutral state Sitting astride the Fence of Fate? Our devalued civility, Desensitized humanity, Deprecated ......Read the rest...

...Forever wondering when I won’t be left behind and upset Pondering if you’ll ever save me from burying me alive Wandering in the woods of my spiralling mindset of regret Squandering my time time af......Read the rest...

...Jackson Pollock (American painter, 1912-1956) His method – peripatetic, circumambulating – would have baffled the old masters. They propped their canvases on easels, giving them a standing ......Read the rest...

...In the quiet twilight, we gather here today, To honor my dad, remember him, and pray. From the promised land, he flew with no regret, To the fifties U.S., a different mindset. In the old ......Read the rest...

... In the terrane of deplorable deprivation manifested in the wasteland of wretched desertion, the obscure tufts of the subdued slender grass struggle to rise through the cleavage of stony dest......Read the rest...

...I could never really understand Why some women Won’t give me the time of day And seem to look the other way Or I feel like I’m being hunted And I’m their prey I just don't get it. I get so c......Read the rest...

...I don’t feel good at this I’m feeling so hopeless I need some happiness I’m feeling dread instead I’ve been consuming sorrowful bread I’ve been feeling rather dead I want to repent of being s......Read the rest...

... Announcement to all Outer party members: Thomas Woodward is dead. He is an unperson. You are to incinerate anything in your possession that might be contaminated with his DNA. All memories of hi......Read the rest...

...They say the sun has a way with searing our sights, maybe it just might, But stars could swoop through the obscurity, blazing in a sea of absence, Broadcasting its beams and banners like a scho......Read the rest...

...Through shadowed trails, beneath the moon’s cold stare, Its Amber gaze: a burden hard to bear. This feathered prize found peace in my gut, No slumber dreamt; no answer could I get. E......Read the rest...