Short I Have No Idea Poems
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Rooster in the rain
Cawing at noon
His morning song
Is it weird to others
I have no idea
But to me it feels strange
ANOTHER NAVIGATING DAY
I have no idea
When sleep came down upon me;
Just that of sunrise:-
Praise God for another day
To be in His Love’s labors:-
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Hello how are you
I know its been awhile
But these take time
To work their way out
But still in my heart
I cling to you
And I have no idea
What to do
are those Tiffany lamps?
the new neighbor asks me, staring at my stuff.
I have no idea, but I like them, I reply.
Were they expensive? She asks.
Rudest guest ever.
As im laying in the dark cold and alone I think of you,
I have no idea of who you are or how you came into my life,
i don't care. All I know is that I-I-I love you...
Form:
over dill
over gale
as I knit the rusty nail
and the jay nons keep crowing along….
something seems off, but I have no idea what
in a way, it sounds delightfully familiar
lets face it I am single.
I am looking for love.
Tired of being alone.
Want love and my person.
How to find love I have no idea.
I have schizophrenia.
I am 35 years old.
I am 6 ft 2.
War movies are happening in my husband’s office.
He seems to like them.
I have no idea why.
I turn on my true crime channel.
Looking for a good murder.
Thinking how crazy his tastes are.
I have no idea who or what he really is....He wears a mask, he's charming, he's
manipulative...he lies. His whole life is really a lie. To say that I am in love with him is
merely an illusion
Form:
Everything is weird I have no idea of what I feared.
It is upside down and I feel like I have been put in the pound.
They lock me up so I just say Yup.
They will not brake me.
I shall not speak.
Form:
He has unlimited dreams.
They come out quickly.
He will race cars on Monday.
On Tuesday he is an airplane pilot.
On Wednesday he is a doggy doctor.
This is Thursday. I have no idea yet, but he does.
Horizons settle
To the suns enlivening
Gardens draped in dew
With draggy eyes
From sleep arise
To dreams remembered
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Form:
In another life, I was a poet just as I am now.
I have no idea when I started writing or how.
The ambition to motivate has always been with me.
I never hesitate to motivate and lift humanity to a higher degree
I ask God to give me the faces
of the children I need to see every day
It has never failed me yet
They are almost always
the ones who never
ask for me yet
need me the
most
I am a receiver
I have no idea
if I send.
I hear you had high drama at school on Tuesday.
I have no idea what she is texting about.
And this is Wednesday morning.
She was not even at school yesterday.
I feel relieved.
I do not know of it.
Blissfully unaware and unbothered.
Moving slow and drinking fast,
I have no idea how long this dark will last,
Tears held deep inside,
Never meant to be cried.
Drink can't stop the rain,
Or soothe deep dark pain,
Happiness that was once mine,
Lost forever in time.
Brooding at the bar, Wishy was being a little bit washy.
The whiskey had made his speech a little bit sloshy.
I said, "Wishy, I have no idea ~
what is it you want me to say?"
He moaned, "Trishy was never really Wishy's, now was she?”
I often write poems for specific contests, not going wild and free
Today I am writing poems for myself, for my soul, for me.
Stand back. Anything can happen. I have no idea myself
What fires will be started, or what dragons will leap at you.
I would not say that if I were you
Too late.
I already said it
Emphatically and twice.
I would not do that if I were you
Ha!
They are not me
They have no idea how crazy I can get.
I have no idea where you are coming from.
They got that right.
king cobra rose up and gave the tourist a fantastic smile
She began screaming as if he were a bear or a crocodile
What is the deal? He asked his cousin, who was lying around on a tile.
I have no idea, humans are crazier here than they were on the Nile.
the dogs travel behind me from room to room
as if I am a kite and these three are my ribbons
my husband calls me the pied piper
they like your smell, he tells me.
I have no idea what it is, but they adore me
including me in their pack, and I feel honored
Morbidly curious?
Not really.
Want to see?
No.
But it is a black curtain.
It might be the Wizard of Oz
or a plain man
pretending to be one.
I yawn.
Uninterested
Walk away.
He follows me.
Why do you not want to see?
I have no idea
I just don’t
I love it
I hate it
That’s not art
It’s perfect
It is a train wreck
I have no idea what it is supposed to be
It calls to my soul
I despise it
It is brilliant
It is a waste of time
Art critics
overheard
at an artist’s show
where there is only one piece of art
A combined family.
A tricky situation.
One I have managed to avoid and gladly
I have no idea how they do it.
Each thinking the other one’s children
are spoiled.
Keeping their mouths shut
or worse, taking over too soon.
A tricky situation.
One I have gladly avoided
You have made me sad again
I have asked you to stop
You seem to despise me
I have no idea why
I have extended an offer of friendship
Over and over and over and over
I would like to extend it again
Please take it this time
I have no enemies and I do not want to have one