Oddball Poems - Poems about Oddball

sernetta was strange I thought, an oddball. born with a caul I heard, born with a caul. on the afternoon of the Omaha Squall. she made a date with her cousin squirrely Paul. frankly I think this took tremendous gall. paul came to the date wearing a pink wig and shawl. maybe this crazy pair is a matched set after all. sernetta...

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Weirdo Oddball Crazy I hear the words and I remember When I used to use these adjectives On myself Now if I do this, it is with affection Because I finally have grown into my purpose. Understanding my talents has meant this ..... these words have lost their negative connotations. I am an artist, artists can be weird, odd, and crazy. I am a poet and...

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My mind is lost, but I am happy The mirror sees differently, but I ignore My favourite colours are mystery, isolation, and quiet My favourite rhythms are softness, softly, and softer However, my straight walk is melancholy concrete hard My yearn is in the Winter Snowstorm of a Pink and Green Anniversary The tears are invisible, and the ocean crashes through...

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Two Freaks Two freaks sat by the side of the road. Ostracized by all their kin. People laughed as they passed by; At the very sight of them. One was twisted in body and soul; With hair like a dandelion. The other sat quoting sonnets of old; He was quite diseased of mind. One had hands that were crooked and gnarled. The other the face...

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I was a little girl with a tattered ragdoll, and I lived in an attic that was not tall; in fact, there were parts where I had to crawl. ...

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ODDBALL. I couldn't see you close, When you were here before, you are in a special world, your flawless skin makes you exclusive, your slender light body floats I yearn to be beautiful like you, I'm stuck in this gruesome island, I am an eccentric, This not my type of a world, my tarred skin makes me sinister,, I wish I had a grip on my...

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What about this year, where will I go I'm not like them They're just for show! I'm losing heart I used to care, they never write or call, or share! The persons that I love the most are far too busy to play host it just goes on ~ year after year, they're doing well, while I'm just here! My friend will stop she always does, a heart of...

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