Short Mixed Up Poems
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If there ain't no room for de poop
To make poets laugh on de Soup
Then humour has gone,
Flushed right down de john
Mixed up wit de natural gloop!
Mixed up
Unraveled here
Scattered around
Confusion about him
A man looks towards defeat
All twisted
Russell Sivey
Form Vignette
Pent up, jumbled up,
Hung up, so mixed up,
When will I be able to show up?
When will all things be
At last looking up for me?
When will I for once be free?
My life's ruined by myself, to the core,
I mixed up the cards with "valentines".
Now my mistress thinks that I love her,
And my wife - that I want her all times!
A group of confused minds
Searching for different things
Love is
All the dreamt happiness
Plus all the forgotten pain
Coming together as one
For this mixed up group
a Christmas market
with its stalls packed all together
blue stripes mainly
and hype mixed up with carols
we won't miss it when it's gone
12/25/2015
Believe I, we met somewhere before!
Odd times—just the matter of, think I.
Bye I said, bye you said, talked again?
Evenly eve in the skies was mixed up,
Hope I, I never confer you a goodbye.
His name was trumped,
thrown into a blender of ridicule,
and mixed up into a hilarious
combination.
Now,
the world,
glued to the T.V.,
was shocked to see him triumph
with Millennial wonder!
It's a disorganized affair -
water mixed up with the air.
Some people call it rain.
The atmosphere has gone insane.
You try so hard to stay dry, yet -
it tries just as hard to make you wet.
My life's mixed up with logic, gnarly.
I admit I'm confused. I sure do.
Every picture tells a story,
but stories paint a picture too.
Am I looking at Wuthering Heights,
or reading The Starry Night?
Enamoured of the wet.
Night-time's city-lit.
As from out whose dream seeps out
An abstract painter's.
Not least for our mixed up state
Squelchly reflected.
In love's intoxicated.
A new-met stranger's.
Sad ness and glad ness
Filling my eyes
Good ness and bad ness
Mixed up in lies
Sweet ness and sour ness
Family ties
Feelings uncertain to lean on at all
Dizzily certainly ready to fall
Who can one ask if it’s
Worth it at all
Winter's been cancelled in this frozen northland
Predicting the high 80s, a tropical winter so grand
Pinch me, must be dreaming
Or they've mixed up the seasons
Gonna vacation on Manitoulin Island to get my winter tan
I used to think I was indecisive,
But now I'm not so sure,
I used to think I was thin,
But the scales told me more.
I used to think I was handsome,
But the mirror told me no,
Why can't I make my mind up,
I'm just a mixed up so and so.
Passed this week by slow
like honey poured out
Monday over oats
and figs, milk, bowl
of mixed up fruit with.
Tuesday drinking
I two coffees
by day making
way for scheduled
busy time.
Busy week
came Friday
at last
catching
breath.
AGE
This rusty coldly
Achy moldy
Twisted bony
Thin skin only
Crusty creeping
Drooping speaking
Mixed up thinking
Poverty seeping
Loosing traction
No reaction
All abandon
Freezing standing
Waning waxing
Sunset lasting
Eyes down casting
AGE
Crawling they'll come up,
and go down again,
what they want to say,
it's hard to understand
because of all the confusion.
Too many words together mixed up
and a single mind to take decisions.
Now, what should I say,
and what should I write,
Where's my voice?
Mixed up, cornered and lost.
Questions.
Confusion.
Does she love me like I love her?
Sometimes good, or bad.
My journey causes me to overcome
to the newness of life.
Grasp this new beginning.
Everyone shall see.
No matter if her love is true,
I go on for me.
Idea One:
I'd look into my future
to see the day on which I'll die,
to know just how I'll shuffle off:
the when, the how and why.
And looking at my future,
some changes I would bring about:
avoid the place, that time of day -
and live forever then, no doubt...
I sometimes dream of things
That are mixed up together
And people live again in them
It will wake me up at its wonder
When it will seem so real
But then sleep comes to me
Then the whole thing starts again
And I am left wondering about it all.
© Paul Warren Poetry
On a stormy night,
Thoughts about past things
Pops up in my mind.
Feelings that were
Thought to be healed,
Came back to me again.
Making to stir a serie
Of mixed up emotions.
Decision about a new life
Were made, giving hope
To my life.
Nayda Ivette
9-1-2015
From a bottle
to the body it settles
drinking with no fear
drunkenness is near
views are mixed up
As we turn to look up
drinking with a smile
difficulties while walking a mile
tipsy , as I am about to fall
but i cant give up a beer at all
(to be continued)
Form:
Sectional life in the boxes or wedges.
Bold colors, mixed up life
Were you evil or prophetic?
Was it all to be noticed?
Art you way, no explainations!
Subjects cross-sectioned, dissected,
Grossly or brilliantly created?
Art observed by the viewer, for the viewer to critique.
Maneuvering a maze
muddled and dazed but not
mixed-up, I decided
my life must change in all
mimes. The mirror I see
me via denies me
my rumination of [?].
____________________________|
Verlena S. Walker
Penned April 22, 2014
For Nette Onclaud Contest LET'S PLEIADES!
Deep inside are colors
Laced with winter blue
Lost about this madness
Nothing less than you
I remain misspoken
Afraid of many things
Without a trace of sadness
Lost without a clue
Mixed up in our emotions
And trust enough to due
Deep inside our colors
Laced with winter blue