Short Offbeat Poems
Short Offbeat Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Offbeat by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Offbeat by length and keyword.
It's nature's will in Autumn trees—
To slip out of offbeat colors.
There lay crushed prose he saw through her.
My unattached ground still does bleed
From raked walks on lanes— those who leave.
I dig, you dig, she dig, we all dig, it makes us weep
This may not be beautiful, but it's certainly “deep”
How tricky was that
Such clever chitchat
Surely could make it in showbiz, though a little offbeat
REVELATIONS
uncomplicted
staightforward
revealed
&extractedx
a discerned
illusion
dismantled
feelings
permeate
& proliferate
ina
disorientated
rhythm
so
refreshing
&sensitive
distinct
&offbeat
disrupting
status
changing rigour
the
direction
resting
heavy
&listening
What means this word, bizarre?
Quirky in appearance and character- offbeat!
Strange, by far!
Platypus has
Beaver's tail, duck's bill, and webbed feet.
Pizzazz!
Revered
Yet bittersweet!
Weird.
What means this word, bizarre?
Beaver's tail, duck's bill, and webbed feet.
Weird!
So sublime my dream that I want to scream,
for a guy who is a sweet offbeat character;
he is kind, gentle and helps where he can,
this sort of wonderful man appeals to me !
I wish that I could be his forever girl friend,
with love to transcend that grows over time.
You have to have a banjo
To get that Bluegrass sound
The bass is a necessity
To nail the rhythm down
When the fiddler plays a lead
It shoots tingles up your spine
A guitar helps to keep the beat
Or pick the melody line
The Mandolin’s offbeat chop
Makes the Bluegrass whole
Greater than the sum of the parts
This music’s solid gold
you think you can rhyme
your words out of time
like a dancer offbeat
you step and repeat
you sound like a fool
your mouth open to drool
trying to take me down
like bozo the clown
no words to be heard
and nothing to say
so you flip them the bird
then you walk away
like a sucker in a suit
you're better off mute
Contest: So You Think You Can Rhyme
A California babe named Lizzy
As hot as her best friend named Dizzy
These two girls are on fire
Desires climbing higher
Fanning and licking flames ~ His name’s Izzy
An 'offbeat entry' for "Dumpster Fire" contest
Sponsor: Margaret Lillico
Date: Jan. 14, 2025
Gershon Wolf
What was I thinking
I should have prepared
Offbeat was my blinking
It’s clear, I don’t care
I’m only a fraud
Incompetent fake
An average facade
Even that isn’t great
Unfortunate victims
Who saw false potential
It seems that I’ve tricked them
With phony credentials
Make no mistake
This is not a confession
I, too, took the bait
Subconscious deception
The Dance of Anger…
A weary waltz,
on a sheenless floor.
Offbeat music
gyrates an endless cycle.
On two, accent anxiety’s weakness
Syncopated rhythms erupt.
Love songs
are a miss.
Vinyl scratched,
for a touch
a large charge
or a bit of blood.*
Choreographed to move timely and allay tears.
Uncrazy!
Dance to a different drum.
Wisdom he passed on to school children in his travels.
Active man with no pretenses.
Good Man that was a recovering alcoholic
Oasis of knowledge.
Nature had captivated his lifestyle.
Joining him in his travels were Sugar Foot his saddle horse.
Offbeat from the mainstream lifestyle.
His home, two covered wagons pulled by six mules.
Negativity had no part of his life.
She was a woman
who fought for her rights
Struck down by a
mindless murderer
An offbeat note
in a symphony of hate
Her legs will no longer
traverse the green campus
All of her love
Her desires for the future
ended
A newspaper tells
this tale
An empty seat in the
class
Just as spring returns
So life will continue
The earth still revolves
Around the sun
Minus one
Her nose was slightly big I saw
When at first we were to meet
Not enough to call a flaw
But only just a tad offbeat
She said, "I think on you I will grow"
I asked,"Is that what you suppose?"
She said, "No, I know what I know"
Smiling, I said,"That's a lot of knows!"
Then she did something very sad
She stomped off with no goodbye
I could see she was very mad
Then I knew what I said was why!
EBONY WE ON THE WAY
Beating our drums
singing our songs
rhythmically
foot printing
our hued feet
with eyes
still on the prize
and the summit
brightly in sight
we be proudly
marching
in blues-jazz
liberty
faithfully assured
no sisyphus-like
rocky rolling
oppression tappings
can get us offbeat
in our sojourn
to mountain to
liberation
awaiting
the dream’s
reality
for the ebony we:-
The Joys of Snowshoeing
S ~ suspense, silent steps, scenery
N ~ natural, Nordic, noiseless
O ~ outdoors, open heart, offbeat
W~ woods, wildlife, winter
S ~ stamina, suspended in snow, solitude
H ~ heart healthy, happiness
O ~ ocean of snow, one with nature, outstanding
E ~ exploration, energetic, exercise
I ~ impressive, idyllic, intense
N~ new, native, normal
G~ groomed trails, graphic tracks, generate warmth
Limericks as stanzas.. is that a thing?
In a little corner, by the window
A tiny, potted, plant does grow
Odd and unconventional
Awfully untraditional
But this is where I tend to go
Something that feels so out of place
Rejected, awkward, filler space
An offbeat
Few square feet
In my mind, along the lines, I trace
We share a moment every single day
When our time is up, I want to stay
Feet hit floor
Out the door
The world around looks beige and grey
Sugar cubes and coffee grounds
May skies beckon birds soaring
Sunlit paths lead to fields of gold
An exodus from darknesses’ gloom
Sail away to transitional fame
In route to where u’re meant to be
Appeal scorn’s judgement of you
A freedom sought is one to cherish
Pages turn and chapters burn
Poetic notes break the mold
Offbeat tales bold and untold
Dare to carve thru the untamed path
Play in the margins where rules decay
Strive to recognize unstructured grace
The ever growing sense of danger
prevails through
sweat and quick glances,
the shadow ballet
with offbeat dances.
The melodrama playing out in your heart
vibrating with each beat.
All in the synaptic choir
singing the intro of your panic.
As the people start to chant
while tension wounds even tighter,
the warrior in you the fighter
comes through.
To save the day and be a hero
from the pain staking moments
leading to and fro
that equals to nothing less
than pure fear.
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