Quagmire Poems - Poems about Quagmire

Newest oldest modern quagmire

the merely bourgeois, so-called collective Western world:

dysfunctional political economy, broken system w/ a

population neither able to solve the problem, nor willing to solve it.

Quagmire

amble
waddle
search
she strains at her walker
prowling the home's halls
shoe on one foot
bare on the other

in an other worldly time
her soft footed tracks 
are marred with circumstance

"where is my shoe?" she wails
a quagmire to be free of
wanting to emerge
sure footed from this hobbit hole

I find her soft black loafer
near her bed
slip it on to her bare foot
like

Quagmire

Quagmire of uncertainty, a murky blend, 
Underfoot, the treacherous ground extends,
A labyrinth of challenges, where paths bend, 
Gripping tightly, the struggles never end, 
Mired in complexities, where shadows descend, 
In the quagmire, resilience must transcend, 
Reclaiming solid ground, on strength depend, 
Endurance and fortitude, our guide and friend. 

Quagmire

Marshy, muddy, like the alluvial soil after rains
Slippery, clutching, quaking, and giving way underfoot
Pulling the solitary wayfarers with vein-nerve strains
Pets and cattle, as though sailing on sinking boats, get hooked.

Is human kinship as smooth as rolling on fresh flowers?
Amidst love, laughter, and unbridled joy and fulfillment
Like seasons change from sunny summer to monsoon showers
Don't relationships

Quagmire

A quagmire is a soft, murky bog that shakes
or yields under the foot:
in other words, a swamp.
One that is imbued with sticky mud;
where progress is impeded
and souls get stuck.
A quagmire is also a synonym:
for an unpleasant, constrictive situation,
from which it is not easy to escape.
Look around you; we are stuck
in a swamp of rage and

Shackles

“I am my own worst enemy. This, more than any other trait, proves my fundamental humanity.”  Dean Koontz

I know there is something bright above me
I can feel its brilliance 
I want to rise above this earth to join it
I can lift a few inches, but something is holding me back
I try to break free

Quagmire

Eternal rainfall spring gardens suffer
Alluring snowdrops drowned in sea of mud
Water deluge cascading down gutter
Daffodils suffer because of the flood.

There is sadness about springtime quagmire
With noses pressed against wet window pane
Waterfall moment nothing to admire
Birds do not sing mellifluous refrain.

Weather forecast grim there is no bright spot
Expectations of spring completely bleak
Wait, silently sleeping "Forget-me-Knot"
Pretty blue

Quagmire

If you walk on ice, you chance your life.Quote - Poet’s own
Was Christmas nineteen sixty three
When this story happened to me
Snow had fallen down thick and fast 
So cold it was, weeks it did last.

Gone against parental advice
A friend and I skated on ice
It was on a local canal 
Felt it was safe, me and

Quagmire

“Fathomless faith gets divine blessings to rise from the entrapping evil marsh” – Quote by Poet

On squalid quicksand you walked obsessed and weary,
gripped by the demons of sin as vicious as they could be,
sank in the destined depth of abhorrent abyss of bane,
wrapped within the despicable layers of livid disdain.

The lancet of immorality lacerated the

Quagmire

quagmire of desire
cupids arrow did not miss
love, passion and pain




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Quagmire

“An impulsive action done in haste and without forethought can cause trouble and there is no point in feeling repugnance” - By Poet


 When did she have a quarrel with life,
That left her mind with resentment rife?
Her dreams are blurred by a diaphanous mist
And her life has taken an ugly twist

When she felt she was

Quagmire

I walked the shape of a square
Inside of a circle.
I brought shrimp to a lobster fest.
This morning I woke up
With someone else's nose.
My niece is stuck in an elevator
With no  shoes or sox.
The leaves need to be raked.
No one can find the rake.
My brother loves to talk on the phone
But he has strep throat.
I

Quagmire

Molten lava spews from my eyes
My mouth feels dry as the scorching desert
Fear, like an unyielding boulder lies on my chest 
My heart chases after the wayward wind
A pit is forming in my stomach,
My head is riding upon a vortex
Conflicting thoughts swirling through my mind
forming a surrealistic whirlpool,
And I stand rooted to the ground
like the

Quagmire

People loathe living in a filthy place.
Earth is a prone quagmire, for instance.
The legal maze hides some awful truth.
Painful to steer race and migrant sooth.

Ingenious ideas that people have evolved
Amid a verbal storm, feelings were dissolved.
Leaving a path of destruction in its wake.
There are countless dilemmas for its sake.

Moving forward in ways not intended to

Quagmire

The therapist asked the patient,
" What shall we talk about today?"
The client shrugged and answered,
" I don't know what to say! "

Quite awkwardly, they
Sit quiet for a while.
Then a sudden flash of thought!
A blink. A weary smile...

" I don't understand what's wrong.
I've no drive. I've no desire!
The best way to describe it?
It's like I'm stuck

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