Dysfunction Poems - Poems about Dysfunction

DOGE DO(D)GE is a game: Accepting praise - never blame. It's a dodge all right! DO(D)GE shifts Left - then Right; Disruptive through winds of change. It's a dodge all right! DO(D)GE bans brains and skills; Destroys the best in its wake. It's a dodge all right! DO(D)GE is a sink-hole; A real musky, murky mire. It's a dodge all right! But, when DOGE expires GOPhers will be...

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I cannot imagine future living without eyes tearing while screams chest develop - no acceptance views sooth me - wanting release for inner peace seems a futile painful endeavor I hear heaven's precious angels crying - relationships worship purpose tainted truth will be lost as dysfunctions grow - artificial intelligence violates all hearts minds souls - it is not progressive but sick...

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Everyone in the world is eating breakfast. Breakfast is a waste of time. I need more time to toss and turn. To lie here, reluctantly. Maybe lying here will make me stronger. And more able to finish all the things I never got done. All those things from yesterday. All those plans from my whole life. Which leads...

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Every time you walk into my space, Everything that’s real about me, Gets erased. Somehow, it always ends up My mistake— Comatose I am, to my own fate. I have decades, years Not knowing how-- Can I fix this ever, If not now? Every step closer, you’re closing in on me, You say cruel things And then say you’re “helping me” There’s always Doubt— anxiety needs approval: I’m...

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why do you hate me? You hate me because I stand up (instead of lie down) I tell the truth (instead of contorting my lips, my life, my soul to fit into your perfectly tidy little story) Your perfect plan... Everything that doesn't stay neatly within the lines of your beautiful lies, gets rejected, baby. And that's the way its always been, Right? The Gospel according...

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Mother asked her big brother to pass the sugar; big brother ruined it by splashing on liquor; father rued spilt liquor by throwing his jigger that hit sister who lit an elbow hard slammer straight into the hand of their rare guest and butcher; butcher stood to secure a full-face slap on her; slap missed, striking their napping, fat cat to...

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Be reborn, departed Shakespeare for now is truly the time to quench your perpetual attraction to madness. Threatened by the cruel hounds of distemper and heated atmospheres, our broken trusts and unhealthy emotions set a luxurious bed for extravagant madness. Be freed from truth, beloved bard and unbound by complex thought - relish in weakening America’s obsessional social dysfunction....

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Sometimes I want to move freely in the wind and spread my wings Enjoy the feel of a summer breeze resting beneath them I often anticipate daylight tickling my funny bone until I crack a smile as the sun plants soft kisses on my skin Maybe I should invite hope to take me for long walks in the park or...

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My husband left me and I’m happy he’s gone The tale is finally over and the curtain is drawn November 1, 2019 Pithy Pome Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy...

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There was love and sorrow We shared the good and bad Never thinking of tomorrow We only thought of what we had ~ There was kindness and cruelty We had the dysfunction thrown in Not that we were really suffering We knew the meaning of friendship ~ There was acceptance and rejection We knew the best of both worlds Never sure of exactly where we stood We spent...

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A father who curses one of his kids with the sting of Jingoism the nuclear, becoming a toxin to the entire organism. Leadership, void of manifesto will only harm and divide even under the thickest google, the cataract cannot hide. Neglecting the wide road to stubbornly follow the ditch and trying so hard to play wonderful football outside the pitch. Arrogance...

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On a dark Friday night, creature crawling The darkness silenced, frogs in swamps shuts Croaking and the hissing create muted at once To perceive the whistlers whistling in turns PaMushika-shika, To board home, Combies After being dropped off by the combi Pahasha I opted for a quick thriving by the darks, Ana Sisi Pamumvuri. A quick one to say,...

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Politicians are just like flies Great big mouths and bulging eyes They talk and talk and say very little And always refuse to meet in the middle They walk the halls, back and forth And get themselves all out of sorts Over some imagined slight Maybe some reporter will catch the fight Then they get want they seem to want On tv! Themselves to...

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Electile Dysfunction By Franklin Price 11/25/2016 Electile dysfunction That condition comes to mind Was not a firm election In November we would find Adversaries used enhancements As they tried to screw the Trump He got elected anyway Opponents took it in the rump The people chose to be involved The establishment went limp Trump won a firm election I think I saw it on the blimp Now...

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When dating pay rapt attention to your intuition I did: For self-preservation in relation to emotional creation When he made it clear that his ex is his BFF I exited the scene to be released from negative energy...

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