Quirky Poems - Poems about Quirky

Why Little Red Riding Hood Seems you're steppin' out Dodgin' bullets and pullin' clout And what happened to the Grandma stop Did she want you out? The whole forest heard her shout So come on, what was that all about? Ohh my hooded and cloaked babydoll You are a vision of vixen An icon of dazzling brilliance, beautiful and thrilling Your hot breath on my...

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Fairytales and Razorblades Sitting here alone in my book Waiting for the words to give back what they took All of them just lying across the page So nonchalant yet full of rage Time is broken and when the pencil snaps This becomes the beginning of the end And then The story is over and it all fizzles and fades Never to be remembered And...

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T’was the night before Christmas, my favorite night, Excitement, the Christmas tree, presents wrapped bright, Preparations in full swing for Christmas Day, Midnight service, carols ringing, come what may. The turkey ready, a memory of my dad cooking, I hold dear, A second turkey for Boxing Day...

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we call her quirky girl, but her name is Sue She has striped socks and striped shoes Her curly hair is in all kind of rainbow hues She wears pink eyeglasses with hearts said Lou. And a red cape, don’t forget that said Sam. Sam has a bit of a crush on our heroine, he is a lamb. She is so...

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I met a creature at the park that I did not recognize in the dark ...

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The super snuggle with the dog Like a weighted blanket but with intent as he wants to be close to me Even by my side he ensures contact so I know he is there and he knows I am My mind's drifts to Strictly Come Dancing and the intent of the programme makers They don't want everyone to do...

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Wasted verses ushers quirky pathetic oeuvre HENCE....herewith, a post (traumatic) stressed disordered poetic whim to summarize fantasy incorrigible lottery dreamer paradise visage and eyes zapping, swatting, and battling a bulge with dollar signs whets imagination with Mega Million ticket bought temptation for instant millions human foible to reach for elusive pot of gold streak of universal desire for potential wealth overtakes rational self with...

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An old chow chow in Albuquerque is often called odd, weird, and quirky He drinks only prune juice His best friend is a goose and on Thanksgiving he weeps for the turkey...

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It flew into my yard one bright autumn day Reminded me of feelings Severed sometime back As the burly tattooed man attended to his chores “They're beggars of the Earth. Revolting creatures at that,” She said mockingly As the burly tattooed man walked out of the shed My life began to be renewed once more “I knew of one that attacked a child,” The old...

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After most recent shower, and particularly washing hair (then shaking head analogous to sopping wet dog drying her/himself after a bath), I immediately said helloo to Long lasting fragrance Suave essentials Daily Clarifying Deep cleansing Shampoo, which permeated mine scalp facilitating healthy follicles. More so frothy lather upon noggin after getting rinsed out yielded bounteous, luscious, luxurious, and marvelous full bodied tresses reminiscent when yours truly an adolescent, a veritable long...

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Foxy Farrah, and best friend, Sarah, did lots of things together. They liked to laugh, they liked to play, in any kind of weather. When days were windy, their friend Cindy liked to join the fun. And on days with rain, it was quite plain, puddle jumps for everyone! But on one occasion,...

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The nun is taking coke, the pope is getting mad - he told her not to choke. Her habit's getting bad; her doctor's even worse, but drinking makes him sad. He sped off in a hearse and gambled quite a lot, then stole a robber's purse. Today is very hot, the judge is getting tired - he smoked a ton of pot. I hear they're getting fired... (Will...

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We kiss goodnight and close the light; just moments pass, and he is snoring! Why is this brain of mine still bright with thoughts- oh my, this is so boring! The same old process I go through- once snuggled in, my mind's exploring those things that I forgot to do, like lock the door and pull the drapes; turn off the plugged-in...

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They said I was an “old fart” But I hardly think that’s true My boobs were done in ‘75 But my teeth and knees are new. And since my eyes were lasered I have 20/20 sight Though I like to sit on 50 k And hate to drive at night. All in all I object to “old” But “fart” is another matter For I think...

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The connections are brittle And don’t work like they used to Sparks are a little dimmer Sometimes don’t work at all She has quirks and phobias She has to live with Disorientation a familiar state of mind Emotionally unstable So easily distracted Thoughts out of sync With what comes out of her mouth Thinking she lives to avoid people And fight the headaches She’s slow and...

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