Short Skewed Poems
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Skewed steak in my clutch
A spicy morsel too much
Loosing sense of touch
By Robb A. Kopp
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I paced as the coffee brewed
To one spot Sully stayed glued
"Dad where is my mom?"
She was held in Guam
Because her pug nose was skewed
George Stubbs artistic etude's
anatomatical exact elegant equine slightly skewed
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tilted over
skewered, impaled,
screwed senseless,
stewed to pulp.
Cheers to the blues, folks
here's to
tomorrow's
feud feast
imbued
It’s effect designed to confuse
Politics is clearly a ruse
With culture this skewed
Truths appear to be rude
And those who won’t lie always lose
Facts we look upon,
And the apparent truth we observe,
Depend upon forgone,
Opinion that we reserve,
And is perhaps not what’s deserved.
Sharon Bell
Balance
The balance is skewed
well beyond a friendly thumb
count me out for now
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT, MAINE USA
SKEWED SKYWAZE*
geese formation lost
broad strokes of clouds and blue sky
a gaggle of squawks
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
*waze is a navigation app
Stuck. Glued. Skewed.
devoted to devotion
dedicated to dancing
on a string
threw away the safety net
to take the chance on
just
once
more
give me a reason
to be here
Time folds inwards,
like paper cranes in cosmic flight.
Time folds inwards—
a twist of clocks in glass-bound wards,
its orbit skewed by quantum might.
We dream in loops by neon light—
Time folds inwards.
Skewed consciousness
Vacillating attention
Stuporous awareness
Enmeshed in stagnation
Divine entwined expansion
Synced to conscience’s voice
Or ego enmeshed contraction
Two paths: Our life our choice
I will do it tomorrow,
For I am in no mood;
Would rather prefer to brood.
Who wants to act,
Avoiding work needs tact;
But time doesn't adhere to the pact,
I end up being screwed,
For holding a view that was skewed.
The artistic viewpoint
Slightly skewed
Somewhat short
Just past the “two’s”
Water colors
On a white fridge
A bit a-kilter
Pumpkin heads
A blur of witches
‘Gainst the moon
O’er dripping leaves
‘Neath artist’s eyes
On his face is the smirk
of a tired barn owl,
like a ***** cross between
a frown and a scowl;
most expressive is the skewed
side of his mouth
that's now sliding down a few
pissed degrees south!
Things are all around
I start slipping down and down
World is still spinning...
Falling down the pit.
Every time I get the slip.
No light in sight here.
The great abyss sits
Before me, a gaping hole.
My life flashes now.
Some say you're arrogant.
You say simply confident.
They say you're hard-headed.
You tell them just opinionated.
To some you're uncommitted.
To you merely open-minded.
Differences in points of view
skewed as viewed by them and you!
Fight
back your
perception
of self. It is
tainted. Skewed by words
muttered by those who "know"
you. Implied by media.
Look deep, the soul contains your strength
We are born with a sacred nature.
Embrace this struggle to find your true self.
Together watching the sunset
the sultry shade mirrors my mood;
Paint a moment you can't forget
and add a 'To be continued';
Shouting at me yet so subdued
your whisper's the loudest music;
My senses always become skewed,
the sweet scent of love and magick.
Snowman Frosty who’s full of glee
covered the ground with his frozen pee-
This rumor spread by Rudolph
skewed Santa's sleigh, then took off.
-note: edited after judging the contest (sorry, I was so sleepy when I wrote this in the morning)
The interchange
of reluctance
waiting in the queue
Permission caught
in temporal probate
affirmation skewed
One last chance
unbegotten freedom
living in between
The will to choose
nothing left to lose
— as red lights turn to green
(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
My listless thoughts are entirely detached
My mind unable to fully equate
These feelings completely skewed and mismatched
Emotions flee my mind then dissipate
The brain concedes to devil incarnate
Yielding to a distant watching member
Recalling a past I can't remember.
No matter what you’re trying to say,
be it in your poetry or song.
There’s still going to be an expert,
who’ll tell you that you’re doing it wrong.
I think maybe there is something skewed,
going on in their philosophy.
I wonder what makes them the expert,
on what my poetry means to me.
I caught a ghostlike glimpse,
of steel breath on blunt mirror,
as my taut brain mulled scars,
from fractal bleak life motif,
zooming across skewed glass,
reflections glum and forlorn,
black ink eye ring capture,
shadow, shade, or shield,
brittle convex, abject cog,
whoa, my frail image riven
Kids screaming with joy,
toy guns fired at each other.
gifts from their parents:-
Teenagers shooting,
taking theirs' and others' lives;
firing parent’s gun:-
AI shooting games,
children joyfully playing;
parents happy:-
Murdering should not
be a gameplay for kids; let’s
check human nature:-
I strive to vanquish transparent
colors staining your true essence.
Your mood is false skewed, running loose,
and our known love is fiction trapped.
My heart insists you must come back.
I wish to leave you, or stay you,
slaying themes you now live each day.
Love now holds my loud, silent scream.