Short Bizarre Poems
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Your love, what a strange rite!
if I get closer to you
further away from you, I become....
Edgar Allen Poe
A writer and poet, his words did flow
He wrote of the macabre and bizarre
I should like to write on his par
Donald's faithful to his red star
Putin loves the Don from afar
Bizarre it may seem
It's been Vladimir's dream
To have an American Tsar
Master of Music was Arthur Bliss
giving composition his delicate kiss
So varied his accomplished reportoire
straightforward never bizarre
There once was a bald man from Helsinki
Whose mind set was often very kinky
Flight to Mars
Sails and spars
Other plans were bizarre and rink dinky
sinister thoughts
total bizarre
alarming
where to go ?
if the night's rude
dreams are all mean
sleepless nights, no peace.
Drencho POET Loads
To drive a certain German car,
No matter where it is, you are,
You have to have objection
To indicate direction
A fact that's true; but quite bizarre
We knew Trump was purely pathetic;
Also leaping, lewd and lascivious skeptic;
Bizarre;
Should see scar;
He had been overweight and a diabetic.
Jim Horn
We knew Trump was purely pathetic;
Also leaping, lewd and lascivious skeptic;
Bizarre;
Should see scar;
He had been overweight and a diabetic.
Jim Horn
highly arrogant in your delusion
i watch dazed in disbelief
bizarre human nature
Submitted for CONTEST NO.375 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - December 14, 2017
While vanilla ice cream has me snoring,
chunky types – Ben and Jerry’s – aren’t boring!
Flavors I like are
a wee bit bizarre.
Onto those many toppings I’m pouring.
Another farfetched story from Helen Louise
Bizarre, fantastique, grotesque if you please
Eccentric and strange, decidedly *****
I ran out screaming, for embellishers I fear
HOOGSTRATEN
eyecatching
interiors
DALI
bizarre
banalities
DUCHAMP
basic
necessities
TWINKU a double word distich with integral title
I found myself sitting at the bar
a shot too many to drive my car,
I hitched a ride with my "pal"
sat in the back with some gal...
Now we're married? How freakin' bizarre!
How bizarre
They are
In their underwater
Paradise
Gardens of coral and sea-plants,
Ever green,
Pregnant with billions
Of babies
Waiting
To meet their purple dad.
Sometimes I forget myself
I think this is normal, mundane even
And then I come to my senses again
I remember that it’s astonishing and bizarre
Oblivion is the norm
©dbyrneOct2013
Looking up with a gleam in the eye,
I offered to read; she said, “Why,
when your plots are bizarre,
leave emotional scars,
and most of your characters die?”
So, just where does a Winnebego go when it goes? And what did it win when it
got there? And did it really have to beg for it's prize? I find this whole subject
quite bizarre.
Form:
What we wear
How we look
Our wardrobes plucked
from the latest books
Fashion rules us
Clothes hide who we are
First make a few billion
~ Then dress bizarre
this is making me
a little crazy, sorry
but I did no wrong
I am just old now
and I want my family back
it does not have to
be so pathetic
so dramatic so bizarre
I'll leave you alone
Really aware brussel sprouts aren't that popular
Sprinkled with cheese, to some that's bizarre
A treat to die for
Soar to heaven's door
Should settle down, gonna bust my samovar
Holy crapola, depends on who we are
Some grab the brass ring and swing from a star
Others flounder about
Dribble from the mouth
But at the very least, life's still quite bizarre
Remember that old saying, “waste not, want not”!
Well from now on, gonna save all my kilowatts
Results so far
Are quite bizarre
Ladies light up when I plug into their sweet spot
George and Harry both walk into a bar
They gasped simultaneously, “CRAP, that was bizarre!”
Hardly could speak
Together side by each
Lying on the sidewalk bleeding from their picadors
Did you ever wake up with parts still asleep
You arm feels foreign and those aren't your feet
They're attached they are
But it feels bizarre
Don't try walking, bad words you'll excrete