Messy Poems - Poems about Messy

She walks like she’s carrying invisible things, memories stitched into the curve of her spine, questions no one’s ever answered clinging to her sleeves. The weird girl with messy hair doesn’t know how to sit still. Her thoughts move like storms, unpredictable and electric, sometimes kind, sometimes cruel. She writes poems in her head when...

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Jibber jabber, pitter patter; another one is screaming, now what's the matter? Little feet, stinky feet, how many rocks did you just eat? Sticky hands, runny nose; did you just pick your nose with your toes? Booger picking, booger eating; do we need to have another prayer meeting? Messy house, stained up clothes; with these three boys, anything goes. Terrible two's and attitude; where'd they...

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pomegranates aren’t messy. there quite a few who don’t have a clue of how to handle the delicate fruit so it doesn’t spew They take one look And determine its some type of crook don’t even take a moment To observe its unique tidiness They take a spoon And don’t wait to gut it To make it...

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It gets kind of crazy living with 3 young boys, there’s always a mess and there’s constant noise. Their mouths constantly running, their little legs too; they rough-house like tiny wrestlers, off the couch they just flew. They never get old, those silly fart jokes; and the noise and clanking of those bicycle spokes. They change costumes every...

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A fraction of home, Can she come to me? See? Ignore the useless bodies, They can’t have what’s mine. Can’t even tell what’s a lie, What is living? (Living, living, living.) Why do you come back? Dread is all it is, It can’t hurt me, but my home SUFFERS My hands are gross, coincide with my arm, One is insecurity, the other is selfish. Do you...

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Sometimes, I physically feel unable to clean my room. Not because I’m lazy, or disorganized. Rather, because as I’m sitting cross legged on my floor, with various papers, trinkets, awards, and possessions around me I just can’t find anything worth discarding. My pink monkey plush, it’s stuffing spilling out?— no, that was the plush he gave me....

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Persnickety fussbudget never had a mess Raised two daughters – Wilhemina and Tess They both became hoarders by age seventeen No lie, I am not attempting to insult or be mean. Their mother had spent years throwing their treasures away. They hoard everything since they are emancipated and now have a say. If she would have let us keep any of...

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When the fiesta comes to the a total mess, rats have their party......

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Snot nosed, barefoot Chanting, walk the streets Spit flies from mouth, food on cheek Green, ripe, and free Dirty and unkempt Unbridled and unmanageable Wild child Dolls and toy trucks Mudpies and hopscotch Bugs and jump rope Torn clothes, holes in socks Scraped knees and mud on shoes Marching on, they're marching on They're marching on Drums rattle, off beat Out of tune flutes, cowbells and slide whistles Ringing bent triangles...

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Her mood was somber, gloomy, macabre, sad. Napping all day, nothing made her feel better. It was raining out, terrific day for a funeral. Too bad she does not know any dead people. She returned to her bed, hating herself. Missing her therapy appointment, but not caring. Too down to want to get back up. Her house is a hoarder’s house. There are...

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If you are squeamish you may not be ready to be a mother babies are messy and smelly their odors are horrible they spit up and squirt out your clothes will never be the same toddlers eat dirt, sand and bugs. there is no time to be finicky or prissy the average person consumes eight spiders a year in their sleep, knowing this might make...

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My book should be on the counter. My remote should be on the side table. They aren’t. Then I get home, Only to have trouble sleeping. I go downstairs for a glass of water. They’re all dirty. I find the book on the floor, Where I left it. I read about some place that is clean and organized. I fall asleep on the couch. When I...

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Sad place when Lucifer sits behind a desk allowing severe repeat violent offenders to give false statements falsified documents in order to frame innocent persons from behind bars after over 20 convictions queen pin drug manufacturer gangster disciples gang leader severe repeat violent offender looking for a get out of jail free card in return...

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Righteous cleaning crusade clashes, Make sure that your mania matches. All must serve at our behest! In this unbound purging quest. Others' motives be assumed, Adverse dispositions doomed. Blame, demands, uncaring halts, Justified by end results....

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His life was messy as hell Because he didn't live well He looked at me with such hate Because I would never give him a date...

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