Fit In Poems - Poems about Fit In

Fit In

the crowd you hang with
is ‘sophisticated’
everyone sporting 
new duds
new cars
new women in bars
my make-do threads
barely seem decent

      you said I had to change
      as I don’t fit in

your friends toasting 
the roasting
of competitors 
I bore you with 
my interests
my needs
my walks in parks
paths for self-doubt

Inflective thoughts'

Over tech connected; drawn to a life infected'
The moot is now mute' bad is the fruit.)
War on lies.? Square root..'
Much belies.' I read divide..Divide.!
Up to the truths, full inversion.'
Hate will grow, to genocides full immersion.!

Gold Refined

She is doilies, lace and class
I am leather, oak and brass
But when she slips her hand in mine
Together, we are gold refined.  

how do you know a truck will fit into that hole

My dog dug a hole large enough to push my husband’s F-150 into.
How do you know?
Because Poochie pushed Richie’s truck in there.

At least he apologized, right?
He is a golden.
I think they have manners.

Not yet.
He disappeared on Wednesday
The day after it happened.

If it ain't broke, don't fit it

Why try to fix something that isn't broke?Why try to mend a structure that is fine. What is the point in fixing something that is fine. I don't understand why you keep messing with my mind. Am I not a perfect being that you made? What is not wrong with this blade? Why can't you

Three Rings Entice a Perfect Fit

Each ring alone
too big to fit,
slips on finger,
disclosing its excess.

Too tight the hold,
the urge to control.
Too much the hope 
to fill the void, 
the more it squeezes,
the embrace to yield.

But, when entwined and combined,
the three rings loop and interface
to make a perfect fit for finger.
A trinity in harmony.

MY OWN SHOE FIT

Life came in one shoe fit
Determined to live and not quit
Made the wrong choices
Managed to overtake and make right
Achieved of value in knowing how establish
No question needed with answer
Fighter of life with no surrender spirit
No need to say sorry
There is no worry
Some would say merit while others would say punk
Call it what you will
I understand

A crown fit for a clown

There once was a clown
who paraded around town
he thought the world of himself
and liked everything to be top shelf

He bought himself a mannequin
he married her no panickin'
soon his humour was delirious
his motives as mysterious

He found himself a throne
and claimed it as his own
he put a crown upon his stead
to cover his bald head

He started waving

What do you fear?

It's a fresh day
To play in a new way
To convey each light ray 
More pray, no delay, fair pay
We stay where we lay
What can I say?

Stand up, quit your sit
Take a breath, rest a bit
Ensure you stay fit
Get ready for the hit
Grab your jumping kit
Fall not into pit

As he'd walk into your block
In seconds, he'll

Not so sure about the combo

I'm caramel, gooey and sometimes saucy.
Sweet but sometimes salty.
Everybody knows it ~ not sure if you do

I'm still figuring out what you are
because once I've seen your prickly side
I keep picturing you as jalapeno

To be quite honest ~ I can't help but think
we might not be the ideal combination



AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025

Where Do I Fit In

WHERE DO I FIT IN 

 

 

 

AM I INVISIBLE, OR MY PRESENCE UNKNOWN, 

DO I EVEN EXIST, OR FOREVER ON MY OWN. 

I DO EXIST, I AM STANDING HERE, 

YELLING INSIDE, CAN YOU EVEN HEAR. 

CAN YOU SEE AT ALL WHO I AM INSIDE, 

WHAT IGNITES MY PASSION, WHAT MAKES ME CRY. 

LET

Where Do I Fit In

     Neither exceptional
      nor unexceptional

       Where do I fit in...

     With all the rest of humankind
         ~ no one’s free of sin

Riches Right Wrong Fit

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Constance La France

Sometimes, a mismatch leads to a happy life missed
By Author

We crossed the illusion of marriage hand in hand
To his father’s tune and marching band
He opened the doors and curtains to our life
And was beaming proud of his son and wife
The dad presented and gifted our

Where does she fit???

On the bench is where she will sit
What's going on she just doesn't get
Been tender loyal loving and the rest
Making sure things are at there best
From outside others seem to judge
Yet to help no one will budge
Thinking that she is not safe alone
She should be in some kind of community home
Into their life style she

Dropped Stitch

Never flush
not tight fitting
a little bit out
not quite sitting 
right with the world,
I always was an odd bit of knitting,
two plain stitches instead of purled

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