Mismatched Poems - Poems about Mismatched

Mismatched Mary invited us all to lunch We are her fabulous book club bunch Did not know what to expect of her She never matches, groused Mrs. Cur Mrs. Cur is persnickety, really prissy. She has never married, her cat is Kissy. Mismatched Mary met us at the door As usual, nothing matched that she wore Still, she looked put together, and kind...

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I have three pairs of patterned socks, With colors and designs That vary in each duo Set on horizontal lines. From triangles to hearts and dots To checkerboards, as well As numbers and some words, But what they say I cannot tell. Today I noticed, far too late, My socks are not the same. Of course, right from the dryer, Matching pairs had been...

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misplaced in moonlight my muse lay mute and inkless~ venting in darkness like mourning mists crawling through sleepless stars before sunrise but between silence and twisted tunes of twilight I found silver runes carved with mismatched metaphors~ healing hymns amidst blurred lines… ...

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What do you do with a mismatched sock? Asked my dear. The puppet squad a laughed when they heard this cheer. Their googly eyes went round and round, in a wild way. “We want some new friends by the end of the day! The dear was not surprised. She remembered now. The puppet squad included a pig, horse and a...

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There was an enormous gorilla Who fell in love with a chinchilla When time came for loving He’s pushing and shoving But hadn’t intended to kill ’er...

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We are a perfectly mismatched set. We share contradictory alliances in Peace We conquer complimentary foes in War You quell the unnerving anxiety that haunts me And I haunt the quelling worry that unnerves you. My emotional lows keep your mental highs grounded, well-balanced, and sane While your emotional ups grant my mental downs the conviction, confidence and trust needed to...

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Sweet Grace married a guy from old Amory He worked for the government gendarmerie She was a postal clerk, He was a total jerk And they soon lived in Amory's armory. written July 18, 2021 Sweet grace who's job title is postal clerk Got married to a man she met at work Although he's a jerk She has made it work At home she's boss,...

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A bunch of socks without their mates Are nestled in my drawer. You’d think I wouldn’t save them Since they’re no good anymore. But lately, when I’m choosing clothes To wear out on the street, I realize not a soul will notice What is on my feet. Of course, this was the case before The virus, but today, With mask and hat, nobody Could ID me...

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he craves to live with passion she wants to douse his fire this won't end well AP: Honorable Mention 2020 posted on September 15, 2019...

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I was born an old soul and always a step out of time. It seems old things just like me and come to me- like old colorful dishes found in dusty...

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Socks 2 Sucked into the vacuum Outside the realm of bliss Closeted in claustrobic tears Knit stitch dropped, ladder falls Solitary socks seek new pairing 3/26/2018...

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Smeared it in pure black hate, Until it was completely covered. A black heart engulfed me, Only telling me to destroy, destroy. Without realizing my ugliness, I felt at ease. A long time ago, I once loved this world. Countless ponds shining like gems, The soprano of the leaves, And wind sweet in scents. In a world like this, I was a complete...

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The world is perfect – That’s what everyone says. The world has no faults – That’s what everyone says. “Everyone belongs; Everyone fits in. There will be no mismatched piece.” That’s what everyone says, that’s what everyone believes. Everyone except me. I am not perfect; I have an infinite number of faults. I don’t belong; I don’t fit in. I...

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Fresh opened plastic, unstretched elastic. Crew cut, solid white. Knee high, gray on white. Wal-mart bag, home that night. Days go by, what a sight. Wash the socks from the box, dry them now, match them up. Not too long to realize something's up. I search and search, then give up. Crew cut solid white, ...

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