Perplexing Poems - Poems about Perplexing

A papoose with a twin is papooses, Double goose and get geese, but not gooses. Pluralizing perplexes me, Aggravates me, and vexes me, And I suspect that it checks my creative juices. ...

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The sudden feeling of getting torn inside, it's revealing, fears of the past scaling the walls of time. It's starting to get warm inside his breathing, is getting soft, and tired of playing hide and seek with time. Those perplexing griefs of the past, Realizing, to smile when he's lonely, is in-vain. It turned out that those good-byes were the last, yet...

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Anthropomorphic test device to explore amply, cheaply tricked out with super tramping, albeit unsophisticated trappings strewn ceiling to floor available for purchase at Dollar store (actually merchandise cost more than 100 pennies) nonetheless unmanned spacecraft made perfect landing upon alien nation i.e. red planet's moon Phobos, meanwhile corps engineers back at the ranch (nondescript building) hi-fived each other perfect score housed astrophysicists who didst monitor remote...

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I am so mellow and quiet… As calm as a midnight jet… I need some sort of outlet… Give me something more than this...regret I did not mean to get upset... I just wanted you to be feeling alright Remember the day we first met? It was a wondrous time in daylight In a daze, I smile shyly at you tonight I take flight...

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The enigma of space elicits awe, and my soul seeks clarity of being. For I see God's splendor naked and raw in the relevance of what I'm seeing. Eternity's lit with ancient starlight; a cosmic glow still visible today. And gazing at these twinkling lights at night I marvel at the stars, so far away. Man treads upon the earth with timid feet; fearing...

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I've done some soul searching Yet I can't seem to find The answers perplexing To these questions of mine Like where does the innocence From our childhood go Can a mind remain youthful As a body grows old How can a tear Be either happy or sad Is the meaning of life Found as a mom or a dad Should you give of your heart Since it can...

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PERPLEXING PROSE i like to paint my poems in puzzling picture prose savagely riding through blazing surrealistic storms twisted unrealistic expressions of ludicrous luminosity loving oceans of worldly worlds and twirls falling across the pages like vivid green leaves absurdly stepping away from life boundless energy absorbs the heart transcending pointless prattle raising me up like a lantern through a trillion stars madness forgotten as imagery shimmers and shines here there are no dark horse victims of meaningless loveless...

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the catholic nurse all sensitive caring noticing everything what can she think of my hot/cold torment always near blowing it living in the fast lane so friendly kind the girls dewy eyed wanda abandoned me bolton is in my hands and yet my coldness hurts the more emotional they stay trying to find a reason for my ice-like suspicion fish eyes coldly indifferent eyes suspect everything that moves socialising just to be loud compensate for cold lack of essential...

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Perplexing Passing Thought Another appointment on calendar can start to see Has it been her's or is assigned to maybe me? Designed for a particular purpose to meet And now that it is made date cannot repeat. Once missed date has forever gone by Can't be brought back as hard as you try Even if it were to ware a dumb...

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He's never romantic_wooing to him a chore He's got other things more important to do But sex he always wants and still wants more When others get his attention, he bids wife adieu Always doing for others, not letting any him outdo I know he just doesn't understand females Thinks she is like the male always ready for...

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I'm a cerebral fire That burns from within I try to do right But I succumb to the sin I reflect the flames From the sun up above And I harbor the passion Of the moonbeams of love I try to control The words that I say But I spit them out And they fall where they may My heart is a pump And my mind is a...

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