Mess Poems - Poems about Mess

Love can be Beautiful Love can be messy Love can hurt you and Love can heal you Love is strong and it can be weak Love is, one in so many forms ...

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I remember the days when I'd fall asleep before hitting the pillow. Ah, the joy of a sound sleep. I might not have been at my best in the morning all things considered. Day-old makeup very much past its prime. My eyelashes were caked and looking scraggly, my lipstick smeared across my cheek and pillow, eyeshadow streaked clear across my forehead. Thankfully one good...

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Mess Making a Mess is for children and pets but not for Me. At least so I think, but My wife tells Me otherwise. However, I have My own way of organizing things. I think she likes Making my life miserable ...

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what a mess dog toys strewn around house he doesn’t care ...

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there was a young lad from Cork named Hess who liked to fool around with a lass named Jess one night it was said he forgot to wear a certain item to bed and Jess said ugh you made a real mess ...

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No mess is fantastic Lack of respect leads to war War is horrific, evil and poor Racism is not chic Modern slavery is painful Hate is awful, hurtful and plentiful There is no justice They don’t really want peace Hypocrisy is ubiquitous Supremacy is senseless Discrimination is tasteless Their audacity is obvious Corruption is rampant And the economy decadent This is absolute chaos The whole thing is a mess Less than...

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Chaos has its own grace, a beauty hard to embrace. They say it leads the way, a way nobody dares to obey! Living only where it sways, they say they hate the disarray. Where peace feels so far away, Who needs order, anyway?!...

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Small Arkansas town had tolerated enough Deceased bully is now not so tough Lots of guns blasted the square that day They did not give the brute time to pray Gunshot came from every direction around It did not stop until the bully was on the ground Don’t mess with Arkansas, said Detective McBing None of the townspeople saw a thing...

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Depleted...is all I can say, From every ounce of abuse and pain, To the point where you wanna shut off any negative existence, You want to hide from the battle and keep your distance, You find peace in the small things in life that take you away, Until you no longer care or can feel the pain of yesterday, And if...

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Time for spiritual cleansing Unnecessary doubt God can work it all out Spiritual Body in order Remove all the uncertain clutter Spiritual Enter Front and Center A savior who welcomes all in A change that can begin The clutter that surrounds Enrich and be found A Lord who knows everybody’s name The Holy One true who isn’t lame Heaven being the target to aim Good News Don’t be confused The Devil...

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If a little bird told me a secret, how did it know in the first place? Had to clean up the mess on my sleeve. ...

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Clutter, I call it. Sentimentality. An attachment. Some rational people would call it a mess. Objects scattered. Thoughts left across the floor. I look to the reflection of my mind, Thrown, left, forgotten. How could I forget? I’ll tidy it later. I’ll remind myself. I’ll get more organised. A rotting excuse, as my thoughts trail through my door and leak...

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Turquoise chalice was terrified that she was not as curvy As the fade- out banana who had a touch of scurvy Clothes pin cousin laughed at the chalice's distress Lightbulb filament rolled his eyes at this jealous mess Screwdriver did not have anything much to say Lockset said “I’ll come back another day”. Cork found himself surrounded by disturbed items now. He...

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Irene boxed it all up and took it outside. There were five thousand one hundred and twenty-five boxes. If you sort one box every day, you will have this sorted in no time. Irene was a mathematician. She divided it out. If she sorted one box a day It would take her fourteen years to sort it all out. She went back...

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In suit of orange, he strides the scene With tweets like whirling winds, sharp and keen Promises made to sweep the debris A tumultuous path to a grander decree © daniel miltz...

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