Scrambled Poems - Poems about Scrambled

In the quiet of the night, my mind begins to race, Random thoughts swirling, searching for a place. Fragmented memories, pieces of the past, Flitting through my consciousness, fading fast. A kaleidoscope of images, colors and sounds, Mingling together, forming new bounds. Dreams and desires, hopes and fears, Intermingling in a dance of tears. Random thoughts, like shooting stars, Glimpses of the universe, seen...

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I am broken, Weak and tarnished, The irony is, I let them do so, I let them get to me, Crack me open, Like a broken egg, I let them close, I let myself run low, Let them push all my buttons, And snapped at each one, Until I finally lost it, And the calm, After the tsunami, The aftermath, Is so much worse ...

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Having been brought up in the country we had a dog, cats, and hut full of hens my job was collecting eggs each day not realizing these hens would be friends The first thing I tried to make would you believe was scrambled egg on my first few tries cooked a flop but practise helped to gain an extra leg Through the years...

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preparing scrambled eggs; translucent whites slide down.... opaque shell in bowl ...

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oh is slips like mist from my wrist and takes a stroll upon the page the scrambled ego's I'd or did i mean id scrapping symbols just to exist...

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H O W S C R A M B L E D N A M I N D ...

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Scrambled brains for breakfast. Bramble berries for lunch. Ritz crackers with cheddar. I love their simple crunch. Scrambled brains or scrambled eggs? It is a question from a literal. Scrambled brains I insist Hoping she will have a fit-er-al. But that makes no sense she insists. Wanting her own way yet again. I ignore her easily. Determined now to win. Scrambled brains on toast. Scrambled brains for...

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When I am in the mood for eggs I make myself scrambled eggs My imagination begins to work I plan how to make my eggs I just create my eggs different In the fridge are left overs Boiled potatoes and mushrooms They are there for me to use I fry up the mushroom in the pan Then the potatoes are next...

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Before the crack of dawn Quickly washes, throws her clothes on Hustles downstairs in a second or two In a rush: Instant coffee will have to do With love she makes breakfasts for her other four Four lunches too, 'fore she hurries out the door Sprints to catch the 6:30 bus on her way to...

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within the under belly of this hob bull ling Leviathan beast induced roaring hungry soundcloud issued within abdominal folds finding they in creased never diminishing, matter whether I turn north, south, west or east this adult desired, soon after he envisioned buttered crispy dish eyed fancily feast culinary cut throat Michelin meisters (pit a less lee) pitted against Pillsbury doughboy greased imaginatively gobbling hectare thousand island inlaid juiced kickstarting least unable...

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Scrambled Egg Divided My son, like a sun, brought sunshine to my life In view of his mother's immutable reins that rain strife During Jeff's formidable years he saw his parents interlude Tenuous, a hen and a rooster continuously squawking and in feud Seeing his parents always bereft had an effect on his shell And his therapist demurely wrote that our...

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I hate that I love being in love. I hope I win the lottery. I love giving people money so I know that every dollar I give for someone to live will cause change in two ways. I am so tired all the time because I feel like I've been alive for so long. Resistance is...

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How Do Animal Rights And Right To Life Humans Eat their Eggs Raw Soft Boiled Fried Over Easy Scrambled Or Just Sunny Side Up...

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I'm trying to understand, I really am Why do you choose to walk on the dark side of the street It's cold and harsh and lacks a certain rhythmic beat Turning you grey from fingertips to feet As from the dark alleys and shadows you eat Does the darkness give you ease Is it a cure for your disease Tell me please I'm...

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WHAT WILL I SAY? THAT WOULD BE HEARD..... WHY DO THEY THINK I LIED? WHEN MY HEART HURTS ALL YET IN SCRAMBLED NATURE I BUT STILL SPEAK OH TEARS ALARMING FILL MY EYES MY WHOLE BODY BRUISED WITH FEARS! OF CEASELESS BITES AHEAD OH HAVE MERCY ON MY FAST BEATING HEART PANTING FROM THNE FRIGHTS THAT INFLICTED ON IT ALL LAID TO REST IN PIECES MY LONELY AND SCRAMBLED...

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