Puzzled Poems - Poems about Puzzled

Do you remember when phones had a cord to the wall outlet? Our son was about five years old. We were in a hotel room and he wanted to call daddy. He ran over to the phone and picked it up. As he looked at me with a very puzzled look, he said it has no dial...

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I could Pick back up the pen and make you wonder where I've been, make you speculate the why and when, I had to start over again I've been gone too long it's true, my color turned a shade of blue Like I had some kind of flu I was just looking for the glue I picked up the pieces, that...

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Should I praise the rainbow, Twirling in spurts of bliss, Or glare the tainted sky, To blemish my share of happiness. Should I avenge my freedom, For I'll be free from shackles, Or clasp my glutton desires, To live a little longer. Should I defile this body, A memoir to all my sins, Or gift my soul a chance, To grasp the hands of mercy. I want...

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Pink and purple Green and blue The flying eagle The falling dew We get purple From pink and blue But this whole riddle Is from thoughts of you The flying eagle Tells how you Are ever glowing And that is true But this whole riddle Keeps sounding awkward Until I say 'uoy evol I' And then, you read it backward...

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Cryptic puzzles puzzle me I study them with intensity Pen poised in anticipation It may be poised for the duration Wishing I had the knowledge to use So I could fathom out the clues I've left learning far too late But no-ones too old to educate I think that I am putting great strain On my poor uneducated brain Pen unpoised and ready to flow I'll...

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Women do Puzzle men In the things That they do Wear a dress It so tight And leaves something That is bare It has a pattern To draw the eye Right to where It is bare And if the man does Happen to look there Right at that spot Where it is bare Then some women will Get very mad And other women will Be very glad So if a man looks At what can be...

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crop circle geometry is alien to me previously published on Poetry Soup by DebbySue Guenther...

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PUZZLED ME I am complicated In a poetical kind Of way A masterpiece, A jigsaw, A journey A maze, Figure me out, Like thick fog, And haze I have many pieces Please don't gaze My mind thinks Differently Some would say It imagines life As scary, Everyday It has flaws and pieces Put together like clay I'm afraid on the Inside Where my souls hide, And play, Tommy's my name But Ronald's got game I camoflogue well, Each piece...

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When I see birds eating without digging and men digging without eating when I see justice to the rich and no justice to the poor when I see nations eating other nations and diplomats lying I am puzzled...

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Hello can anyone hear me? look what this war did . It feels like I have a demon inside of me. I feel all alone with no place to call home. I feel puzzled am I lovable?? I want to feel I want to love I want to find the one. but I'm scared. scared...

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The freedom songs the ******* sing Every time the bells of slavery ring; The anthem the shepherd boys scream When hope is nothing but a dream; The future beyond their very eyes Whose passion gets colder than ice; The tears on those bereaved faces Of so many people in different places; The agony of unanswered questions That tend to unimaginable tensions; The insults conceded in...

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new to the area finding my way around identity problem...

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Building your space, you were dying daily invading the acoustics. How the continence was going to help- living with scars of explosions ? Mutating into a full-fledged saintliners, an inner conflict becomes a profile. Crawling to a stone a crayon draws a cell without incendiary rhetoric ? Decoding an icon becomes a daily ritual. From where will come the write ? Satish Verma...

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hands moving one face on a clock tick ticking in darkness cold feelings echoes reaching out within silence twisting insides hurt upon the soul consuming insides emotions overturned darkness crawls living in shadows eating light crushing deep breaking up into shattered pieces sorting within a jigsaw with one missing piece still to be found only love takes away darkness shining light a puzzle the piece comes together within a dream...

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It was a dazzling day. In the park where we gathered. I watched the sprinkler spray. Whilst Oleander got lathered. A pierce of minty laughter. Came from my mother. The day, now full swelter. Brought mephitic curses, from father. My mother, A piece, of distinct edges, shapes, and color. My Father’s piece, Gossamer... A ghost in the Parlor. My aunt buzzes ‘round, Looking to peck. Her greatest skill, Tearing wealth...

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