Strange Poems - Poems about Strange

There was an old man from Fargo, With a wife whose name was Margo. They were quite the pair Neither had much hair They traveled the world with no cargo! ...

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I'm not like you you're not like me on that you and I we can agree but strange to say and there's no mystique Snap! we're really all the same in that... we are all unique! ...

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If love for your spouse you choose to neglect, Your neighbor may swoop in with fond respect. If workers you treat with little care, Your rivals will claim them, sharp and aware. A job in your field may keep you afloat, Yet greatness is born where no lessons were wrote....

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Isn't it strange how we cannot see the air, but we feel every bit of it, it slips into our lungs without asking, leaves without farewell, and yet, we call it nothing, but it is something, the breath between silences, the ghost of a world in motion, unseen but always present around us. It weaves through the trees like...

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In the middle of the night, I got up thirsty. And I went to the kitchen To drink a glass of water; Iit was 2 o'clock And everybody was sleeping, But the television was on; I got surprised; I remembered very well I had turned it off before; As I headed towards it To turn it...

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A soggy teddy bear lay on the shoulder of the highway— head twisted, limbs askew, its damp fur clinging to gravel and its sightless eyes beseeching heaven. I watched from the backseat, wondering if it was dropped in sorrow or thrown in rage, or left behind after something that didn’t leave anything else. Two women in white nightgowns ran across their front lawn on a frosty full...

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It's strange how you don't lose yourself all at once, but slowly, like a shadow that slips away unnoticed, One morning you wake up and you're just... someone else, a stranger in your own story, The motivation, the discipline, the routines you once clung to have vanished like the smoke of a memory, That version of you, full...

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Such an immense love disrupts my infinite thoughts can't know what to do...

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pain is strange its range you can walk it inhibits how fast more than that it hurts now I get it no one knows but the soul who lumbers along I look and see all the other bumblebees and my buzz resounds in my own head it’s not that no one cares it’s more that so many are limping you only notice when you have the same ailment oh boy, age is deranged arrange yourself in the lineup point point point what’s the point “OUCH!” ...

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Time has no wings But it flies faster than bald eagles and fast jets Time has no rings But it is engaged or bound to ‘no safety nets’ And married with death. We are all migrants in the depth Of the valleys. We are passing by Like the wind. No matter how hard we try We will have to go Like an unwanted cargo. Time...

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There was a rocky hill where I thought could rest myself, But when I sat there; saw people as small as elves, The sky was dark over there, All that the self knew was- the place where I sat wasn't fair. But my tired feet still forced me , The bats flew above my head with an attitude of fully...

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I always takes a strange road I sees a strange scenery I listen to strange song I felt a strange feeling Then, in a casual moment I find that the things I wanted to forget Are really forgotten now....

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poetry, fleeting verses first they arrive and enchant then they settle and leave if they are not enthroned...

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i hate the saying i met you at the wrong time or we met at a strange time because when isn't a strange time? we're on a planet perfectly aligned for us so i think every second on this planet is a strange time...

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A strange little boy, a curious sight. With dark hair that danced like the shadows at night, With eyes that sparkled with stories of light. While others would play in the fields and the trees, He'd sit by himself, lost in whispers and dreams. With a notebook in hand, he’d...

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