Distorted Poems - Poems about Distorted

Settling into a meadow brought about mellow flows of green and yellow assembled by memories they float freely on the breeze glimmering clearly off the trees lay reflections of memories like frailed Braille burnt on my mind my life looks back ancestral eyes look down on me through me and within me the realization of...

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Grace’s Council — Open... One fine day, a little dit of a field-mouse, so tiny and meek, an avid reader of letters came to a freeze; dry-iced to her fav’rite spot at Grace’s library. As her teeny wee heart echoed her beat, she got stuck in a motion-less world, stuck in an emotion-filled peeve. Perplexed, unable to...

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Sitting quietly with iPad in hand, we allow musings of soul to arise and although our mind does not understand, it reflects all hues of offered surprise, penning a poem before the ink dries, the influx of grace, ineptly portrayed, since we are by patterned thinking betrayed....

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In the shattered mirror of a distorted truth, we dance with misty shadows, Stepping on thin ropes woven from lies and hollow hopes. Greed, our gilded god, whispers poisoned promises in moonless nights, While wisdom lies chained in dungeons of ignorance and fear. Division digs trenches in our souls, separating us like an icy sea, Unity is but a trembling...

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My nights are often restless, My dreams are often broken. The tremors are often heard, Within words not often spoken. I'm tossed about in silent motion, Until I'm cocooned within the covers. The darkness holds me tighter, Than the embrace of secret lovers. I stare deep into the torment, Until shadows come into vision. Every thought comes into focus, But is spared my...

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She speaks words I like to hear she pronouncate her words so clear I embrace her for more than a Kiss our time apart I stop to reminese Don't leave me strange and in an unwanted way things I never thought I would have to say must I balance my time between you and my wife Uncertainty of a nightlife might we exist to see see the...

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trumpeter swans glide across a placid stream, driving along with them... ripples....

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"proportionally distorted" she walked away sighing so it seems it's all a big lie sighs matters...

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Where is this creature, this distorted deer? Heather knew, but she pretended to not be clear. The deer was shy, and wanted to keep away from others. He would be skittish around her belligerent brothers. Not sure she lied, hoping they would go away. They finally did, and she was glad none did stay. For the deer trusted almost no humans,...

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Rhapsody of rainbow morphs to morose mélange Bleeding colors bleached from the twilight cloud Rainstorm daubs as blemish on the broken heart The shades of grey paint the frayed linen of love. Requiem of roses resonates in melancholic medley Petals pine for dripping tear drops of mourning dew Desiccate in somber sunshine in the deserted mind Fallen flowers make bouquet...

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The Ballad of Love Distorted The horse’s ears flicker in silent rebuke His rider is tense, taut, confused. Raw frost shining in soft silver rhythm And the cutting cold wind is unforgiving, A dark house ahead, his fate there, unseen. The rider dismounts with a silent scream. ‘Quiet now boy!’ and the horse retreats. A hard...

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A man with a hoary haired head From shining black to innocent white Carrying wisdom and experiences Is the man to live with history Which can't be tampered and distorted His life carries the evidences of Any past wars and massacres Any past incidences and disasters And now is our turns to become The witnesses of the global epidemic Covid-19 Are you feeling proud...

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A distorted body Trying to right itself Skeleton pulls muscles Muscles pull joints Raindrops of Hope On the window pane White pollen floats In ink on my page And the pain Flows into the Bathroom drain !...

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Medusa arrived like most dandelions All over the place with a bobbly head She was an anomaly, a work of art. She exuded a rareness; she was unique. I watched her fill up the dandelion patch. She overtook her sisters and brothers. A giant in their midst, Medusa was a catch. I lugged strangers into my yard to see her. She is no...

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Contorted and distorted, Poindexter lollygagged in the sun. Owners tried not to watch until he was completely done. Twisted into a variety of cat shapes, although he was one. He did not move for an hour after he found a position of fun. How can he be this relaxed? The man of the house asked his Missus. I do not...

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