Confusion Imagery Poems | Examples
These Confusion Imagery poems are examples of Imagery poems about Confusion. These are the best examples of Imagery Confusion poems written by international poets.
Repressed
Like I'm tied down
Suffocated
Like your hands are on my throat
Anxious
Like the other shoe is going to drop
Alone
Like nobody is really listening
Claustrophobic
Like these walls are closing in
Anticipatory
Like any second it'll all come apart
Horrified
Like I should recoil from you when you do this
Ashamed
Like I'm wrong for still loving you
Weak
Like I don't have the strength of mind to just leave
Dilapidated
Like a building collapsing into rubble and dust
Cowardly
Like I should have stood up to you, even if I only did once.
Oh death
The fear of countless souls
I adore your kiss
I need you close
When will we meet?
When shall you come?
It's too long a wait
Please come tonight
I don't know you
I know life is a tsunami
Perhaps you can rescue me
Where shall we meet?
Oh life
The lover of the lifeless
I've honored your presence
I gave you my all
Why you misled me, lover?
Why toss me into lava?
It's too long a wait
Get out of my sight
It's as if I know you
I heard that death is a fortune
You ruthlessly fried my liver
No time for reversal
Better the joy from dying
Worse the misery from living
Free my feet from tight shoes
My toes from hammering heat
I can hear the darkness sing
Better the joy! Worse the misery!
Oh life and death
You're all my friends
Like the sheep sharing a shepherd
Fighting firmly on the loose land —
Dear earth, why you betrayed me?
Dear hell, how will you come?
With a billion eyes, I've tasted
The two colors yearning for balance
The lovely world into balance
I need no life
I need no death
I need a midpoint!
I see the wind
And hear the sun
And when it hurts
I have such fun
I know not when
But the where is sure
The reasons are clear
Though fully obscure
Thoughts I suffer
The long night through
Bring such comfort
How is this true
Confusion reigns
Within thoughts clear
And peace so far
And yet so near
I can feel it
Though I’m completely numb
My mind subtracts
To find the sum
The answers are certain
The questions unclear
How much longer
Must I
remain here
They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,
And perhaps, if I go looking,
In there, I can find some truth.
But what they never tell you is that
What doesn’t kill you makes you aware.
It makes you bitter,
it makes you scared.
What doesn’t kill you leaves you in shambles,
Knuckles bloody and your face blue.
The time it takes to gain the strength
Is the time it takes for it to destroy you.
Neither are easy, my friend—
Neither are fair.
It teaches you and wrecks you all the same.
What doesn’t kill you leaves you wondering,
How did I end up in such a horrid place?
And silence is the only thing that follows;
The pounding of your heart beneath flesh and bones.
And in the rhythmic beat, you can hear it being said
Over and over again, like it’s all in your head:
What doesn’t kill you makes you aware,
What doesn’t kill you makes you bitter,
What doesn’t kill you makes scared,
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
The map unrolls, a skin of dust
where landmarks shift like whispers lost to a gust.
I trace a fracture, jagged, unfamiliar...
place where my phantom feet wandered, chillier
than memory allows. A tongue they spoke is lost...
A melody unheard of, at dearly paid cost
within the crumbling walls of an infernal keep...
A cracked, blackened mirror shows a face
though the eyes hold echoes of a storm!
The history etched strangely warm
borrowed grief, a second skin I wear
conceals scars, wounds I cannot bear.
A raven calls from a bleached white tree
a language older than time, the bones of me.
Its shadow stretches, long n out of place
across a sun-blackened, desolate place.
In this dreamscape, my essence fled.
A testament of words better unsaid, unread!
Foreign soil clings, stubborn, dark embrace
reflecting back lost a vacant face.
In stillness, a faint whisper sighs
you search mirrored eyes
meaning n memories...
A land you left behind
names you can't recall or hide...
A journey destined to fall...further inward
strangest sights reside as I…
Dissolve upon the burning tide.
This Magical Place
In a place mystical, in an age so long ago
In a scene where all life flourish and grow
In a time so strange, changing within the blink of an eye
In an era of uncertainty, confusion of how all this apply
What is in the truest of heart that beats within all souls
What is in all those worrisome thoughts that take control
What is in all those queries that race in your mind at night
What is that, within your deepest of slumber, so out of sight
Where there are dragons and bravest of kings
Where the fair maiden seeks what love brings
Where all hope is nigh and a saviour appears
Where all the love abides from all those fears
When brave men fought with guns of iron and steel
When men stood tall in the saddle, bravery so real
When the evilest of men seek no more that just fear
When the two meet, calamity and justice appear
In this wondrous play in your mind that lay before you
In this hopeful light that illuminates all of what you do
In this place that is of some concern, but lost in destination
In this magical place deeply immersed in your imagination
In a world woven with wires,
I stand still,
a stranger in the hum of voices,
the glow of screens reflecting
a pale loneliness against my skin.
Friendships flicker like dying flames,
texts sent into the void,
echoes of laughter lost
in the thrum of busy signals,
each notification a reminder,
of the spaces that grow deeper,
instead of filling with warmth.
How fragile the bridge of connection,
laid across the chasms of silence,
where hearts beat out of sync,
and the faces we see
are mere pixels,
floating just beyond our reach.
I reach for you,
but my fingers touch only
the cool glass of a phone,
a promise of something genuine,
shattered by the speed of life,
like leaves swept in a gust,
unanchored, unbound.
Yet in this disarray,
I yearn for the days
when laughter rolled,
unfiltered and free,
and eyes met without barriers,
in the sun’s embrace,
where distance was simply
a flat horizon,
and warmth was felt,
not imagined.
But the world keeps spinning,
tethered by threads of technology,
as I stand here yearning,
a spirit adrift,
seeking the shores
of connection once more.
The winter stared at me, hollow-eyed and grim,
flakes of snow draped the earth in silence.
My lips quivered, teeth rattling their cold refrain,
and they danced—not with legs, but with their whole bodies.
Then my head went numb, my thoughts unwound,
consciousness slipped beyond the veil.
I soared like the angels—we all grew wings,
new arrivals, lost among strangers.
Before a great gate, we were set apart,
memory severed, the past a whisper.
The snow had risen~an unbroken white peak,
and the trees stood crowned in frost’s embrace.
My eyes grew misty, each tear frozen mid-fall,
my mind still locked in winter’s grasp.
Like thieves vaulting from shattered glass,
memories took flight, then scattered like dew on rooftops.
I searched for myself in pools of melted snow,
but my past had fled like a startled horse.
No trace remained~no pain, no triumphs,
only the wait to whine or wine and dine.
Yet even if a cup were placed in my hands,
the taste of good wine lay lost upon the wind.
She had a face, a beautiful face,
With eyes as bright as the moonlight,
Ultimately leading her to a new light.
Her face grew hideous and weak,
Her attitude becoming dull, old, and bleak.
Her mere existence feeling like a bomb,
Her demeanor no longer old and calm.
Her echoes grew distant, foggy, and measly,
Her disconnection shattered me deeply.
He was a good, hardworking man,
Who ran the wrong side of the tracks.
The pain inside attacks,
Setting him toward a dark and twisted path.
Of blind confusion and conformity,
Becoming his ultimate deformity.
His blind disconnection,
Making my soul feel abnormally.
The two pass each other on the street,
Just a glare, they both let out a small flare.
The two walked on past each other,
Both completely unrecognizable.
My soul collapsed, praying for the new dawn,
Hoping this one would soon be gone.
A whirlwind of emotions
A cyclone of wandering thoughts
A tempest of trepidation
That leaves me baffled and distraught
The devastation of my battling mind
Wreaks havoc in the soul's sacred shrine.
Her marital ring gleamed on her left hand,
Yet lust was what she had carefully planned.
Her beauty, stunning, left me wanting more,
But lechery weighed heavy at my core.
I spoke, though words fell silent in my mind,
But what she heard left her in tears confined.
Her tears, a blush of crimson faintly dyed,
I never knew why she had cried, and cried.
Days dragged, her elegance tormented with glee,
I spoke little so lust begged to flee.
Till one night, a moment I won't forget,
When fate rewarded me with her hot sweat.
Where was this beauty before she was chained?
She seemed truly mine, yet my heart is drained.
Lust suddenly drove love far from my sight,
Though sweet, it was definitely not right.
The door of secrecy soon left unlocked,
The hush-hush brought by lust no longer knocked.
A wild wind blew it to the ears of shame.
Lechery scorched us in a low blue flame.
Fairytales and Razorblades
Sitting here alone in my book
Waiting for the words to give back what they took
All of them just lying across the page
So nonchalant yet full of rage
Time is broken and when the pencil snaps
This becomes the beginning of the end
And then
The story is over and it all fizzles and fades
Never to be remembered
And filed between Fairytales and Razorblades
Yep - another one for the Books!
it’s the hum of the fridge
at 3 a.m.,
the distant bark of a dog
you’ll never meet,
the streetlight spilling its orange glow
onto a sidewalk
that leads nowhere in particular.
you exist
but not in the way
a tree exists—
rooted, purposeful,
reaching always upward.
you’re the leaf
that forgot how to hold on.
the universe doesn’t ask
why you’re here;
it just spins,
indifferent,
while you stand at the edge of the sink,
watching water drip
and wondering
if that’s all there is—
the falling, the landing,
the waiting for another drop.
some days,
you think you feel it—
the connection, the spark.
you buy bread,
you hold a door open,
you laugh at something stupid on TV.
but it slips away
like sand through a fist
you didn’t mean to clench.
and maybe that’s the point:
to hold nothing,
to sit with the weight of everything,
to stare into the fridge light
and see only
what’s missing.
Birds restless that dawn
Clouds announced fierce storm coming
World confusion reigns
9/29/2024
Oh, Morning Star in the sky
Overpowerer of recalcitrance
I turn to you for guidance
For I need to know why
But you have not the answers
Power to sort is sought
The organizer of wayward thought
For my thoughts are like dancers
I turn my thoughts to thee
And lose a baffling mind
Awakening from your trance to find
That distraction was the key
Freedom from confused thought
Permitted the answer to begin
Peace with myself has come again
Please keep the chaos you caught