Short Mismatch Poems
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she craves to live with passion
he wants to douse her fire
this won't end well
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
The lovely poetry soup
A mismatch of all sorts of folk
But still nice
Expressing
Beautiful struggling endeavours
Good and bad
Bad that’s me
She's too short and he's too tall
When they kiss, their braces mix
Hard to untangle, twisting
Smiling, they giggle.
Written on 2/5/2015
people are falling from the sky
smog in the air and they can't fly
wearing tattered mismatch rags
they wallow in plastic bags,
waste, and rubbish remains piled high
6/23/2021
Life that just looks good on the outside-
may not be so on the inside.
25.4.2021
Sponsor: JCB Burl
Contest: Paradox of Life( First Place )
rising from a trembling heart
sadness wells up in the vacant eyes
and the tone of voice
that never lies.
From Mismatch
Ninth Place : Gregory Barden- Liberum Divisa6 Contest-5/26/21
He couldn't stand her temper tirades
She ranted and raved about bills left unpaid
A tragic couple they were, a perfect mismatch ~
Their marriage contract containing no escape hatch
It's desperate
compare our love
as parallels lines!
The lines meet only
in the infinite ...
Infinity expands
and increases the mismatch
the goals, the straights ...!
It's desperate to
compare our love
with straight parallels!
The lines only meet
in infinity...
infinity expands
and increases the mismatch
the goals, the straights...!
It's desperate
compare our love
with parallel lines !
The lines meet only
in the infinite,
Infinity expands
and increases the mismatch
of goals, straight lines,
and love ...!
love bridges vibrational mismatch
without employing use of force
wielding power ethereal
it’s our sole resource
spiritual heart hums
toroidal force compelling
yet it is a bliss mist so gentle
ascension of our soul foretelling
Stroke silly pokes
Such heavy yokes
Noise by vain choice
Hurls hurting choice
Meet odd mismatch
In vulgar sketch
In broken fest
Drama works best
Not much to say
Where moments slay
Leon Enriquez
01 September 2019
Singapore
why do we opt to trauma bond
with whims of relatives
when their expectations
are both selfish and irrational
and inconvenient to comply with
we should not
yet we tend to do
signalling bondage
to an imaginary script
we really do not need to follow
ripples in an anticipated sequence
in as a mismatch in time
if causing thoughts to go viral
are quietened betwixt bliss beat’s chime
such facilitations that are granted
require our eye to be single
that turbid winds impact not the flame
in heart of Self where pheromones mingle
vibrational mismatch
attains escape velocity
burning bridges of love
in the womb of existence
yearnings of love yet await
return of the prodigal son
two ships cross in the ocean
mixed emotions arise
on reality of separation
and possibility of union
as ordained in timeless time
With my restless eyes,
with my troubled eyes
I wait for the visit of the magic bird
that won't land on my window..
But with an enchanted mind
I describe this mismatch
in possible poetry...
I live thus in peeking beat
capturing impossible images
with poetic look
that God gave me..."
No poet
it's so much that
doesn't fit
in the verses
no poem
it's so much to be
single
therefore...
Every poem
it's never plural
even in a thousand
corners.
No poem
it's so complete that
does not show
mismatch...
no poet
is so poor that
does not
remains a little,
a bit of inspiration... !
The light bulb absolved its flickering duty
Bayonet stuck in the depth of despair
‘Screw you’ but the mismatch prevailed
Life takes a psychic but the medium is fraught
The planet a stroboscope for fits of illusion
She severed the cord and turned on the gas
Shadow play and the pantomime was over
The force of water
causes you not to stand
the wind takes you off your feet
nothing like you planned
No human can hold it back
the elements of force
we are a helpless bunch
forced to leave it to it's course
This does truly humble us
we are not anything like a match
for power leaves us behind
this is such a mismatch
poetgord@2013
central billing equal ceilings tapestry
of environmental surges
kaleidoscope of colors blurred mismatch
on its way it's a rehearsal
for dynasties tragedies
I am eloquent for the disasters,
that lies before me
man who am I to stand
in the way of clemencies-entrapmemt
1/10/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Dawn again,
novel day of the century...
I await your return
for over a millennium...
I squeeze the longing in my chest,
my intimate decomposes
the soul thinks
my heart drowns me...
food getting cold
your reheated steak...
I call your name,
despair resigned...
You don't come, neither
send message...
My insides turned...
I realize you don't feel desires,
and you're not hungry!
First, an uneasy silence,
then a definite maybe;
I hope it's just tipping
the first domino for me;
perhaps I misunderstand,
so I won't miscalculate;
she might not give her hand,
but then it might be too late;
feeling ridiculous and silly,
I fight off this stupid anxiety,
but I'm a mismatch against
old-fashioned sentimentality!
Have you ever met the troll
That lives beneath your bed?
He really is a silly chap,
His name is Mismatch Jed.
His favorite thing to do at night
Is steal one of your socks.
Then sneak back to his hidey-hole
And stash it in a box.
So when you just can’t find the match
to the sock you want to wear,
You’ll know that Mismatch Jed’s been by
…just choose a different pair.
05/02/15
Our parallel lives never crossed
Love like this, a Paradise Lost
Together but never quite in sync
You never knew how bad I felt
You had me always fighting fires
Which left me drained of all desire
I used to take my cues from you
But now delight in things I do
Life is calmer, I feel at peace
Now that I’m beyond your reach
To think I thought you such a catch
Blinded by our total mismatch
With heeled shoes
no false starts
no mismatch
safe steps.
Between my flat shoes
and your high shoes,
a lifetime for us
to hit the pitch...
Between you and me,
a long journey.
Between us and eternity
an exercise of steps
with no shoes ...
Shoes are gone,
but life passes
and it's not over ...
It's that with our inaccurate
steps we do not need
shoes ...
We need living
but life is imprecise
without our steps... !