Short Offbeat Poems

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Premium Member Picky Eater

My sister's so picky 'bout what she'll eat.
Her food quirks are annoying and offbeat.
At breakfast and lunch
or Saturday brunch
we all roll our eyes and admit defeat!
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Deep

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
fun
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Tinseled Jesus

The tree looked magnificently gaudy.
I gave and received some offbeat gifts.
Some were expected; others highly inappropriate.
We snacked on strange potato chip dip and orange chocolate.
Baby Jesus was covered in tinsel, ribbons, and the aroma of honey-dipped ham.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hop In

Buzzards have always been there.
On the glaze-eyed periphery. 
Patient and nonchalant
awaiting opportunity.

Looking for subtle signs
a dusty stumble
An abbreviated breath
one offbeat from a sunken chest.

A wee bug kills millions.
Society falters, and the buzzards hop in.

Premium Member B Side Myself

Never B Flat
Sometimes B Sharp 
Always B Natural

Orpheus and
Apollo and
The guided Muses

Octoecho
Dorian mode
Uneven float note

Thoth inventor
Ihy child
Lord of vibrations

True rhythm is
Jehovah’s biz
Created for us

Led by music
Offbeat, weak beat
Syncopated trope


Premium Member Revelations a Freed Verse

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

Premium Member Offbeat Poetry and Me

             Archaic, outdated, obsolete
                 my tools of the trade, offbeat

             No electronic devices or other compromises for me
                 number two pencil and pink rubber eraser
                                                      ~ cover the letters, a to z
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Bizarre

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!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pie-In-The-Sky-Dream

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.
Form: Rhyme

A Bluegrass Band

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
Form: Quatrain

Slam Time - So You Think You Can Rhyme

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Origin of Those CA Wild Fires - Contest

    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
Form: Limerick

Im Sorry Daddy

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
dad
Form: Rhyme

Nothing is Not What I am Meant to be

my chest has been exploding for years,
no rhythm, the offbeat
heart thrums—
the eyes harp ocean water charged 
faux tears.
Who is this assailant wearing my
face?
she has no right to feel this way,
She is not
who
I
want
to
be.
sad little nothing, begging for love—
pleading for scraps
from siblings tongues
resign, release.
Please

Nothing is not what
I am meant to be.

Premium Member The Dance of Anger

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.
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Other

Premium Member Wagon John

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.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

Young Woman - Gone

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

Knows a Lot

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!
© Pat Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member EBONY WE ON THE WAY

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

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
Form: Acrostic

Awkward Space

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
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Traffic is Finally Moving

I’ve got nothing done today.
I’ll get nothing done tomorrow.

That is to say, not the normal.
Still, much was accomplished.

A gift dropped off. A photo moment.
A long talk with an emergent friend.

Cardio and Tai Chi; time outside,
where traffic is finally moving,

that is to say, streets with cars
and Queen of Hearts is open.

All in all, an uncommon day,
but productive and stupendous.

There is much to check off.
Tomorrow’s another offbeat day.

Premium Member Unstructured Grace

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

Fear

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.
Form:

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