Strangeness Poems - Poems about Strangeness

Two beginners here Speaking softly Relationship to steer Both thinking loftily Never lack of boundaries so ***** Denial of the highest sort Never excepting emotions Each barrier a impenetrable fort Yet still going through the motions Only success comes through the truth of court The answer does not take a sleuth They like each other you see Open questions are uncouth Answering to no fee Oh the strangeness of...

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I sat on a chair completely nervous to know where I would do my youth service. Then came the rudest shock of my whole life, I'd have to go up north where strifes were rife. I didn't even try to change the posting, I was downcast as many were boasting, that they'd have a pleasant year of favour. Me, it'd be a...

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They've taken it away, those officers. There on the green it had remained for several days, giving off a strangeness of sorts, strangeness, of course. Yes, this kind of thing happens from time to time. The officers who have been here will be here again. Oh, sure! Yes, it will have to be removed, taken away, put away in a place, after several days. We talk of it...

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Poet is somewhat suicidal spills and cuts the soul in each bitter verse he writes...

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This strangeness can seem so insidious and violating Glaring at a stricken life while assuaging a broken lense and its tense beam Streams peter and crawl silently beside intended tears Friends till the last embrace when the bough broke Learning endures my trust Each baleful of insight ignites a trail where something burns, and another arises But this summer does in deference to its blaze require some rest, its master,...

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I am strange—so strange that I self-destructed and don't regret it. —Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch The wound is deep—companions, friends—embrace me! What, did you not even bother to stay? —Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch My nature is so strange that today I felt relieved when you didn't arrive. —Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch Night and day I...

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Let me be open to be startled to let the unexpected in, to be surprised, astonished, shocked, wide open to action happening in peripheral view. Let me be open to strangeness by looking for difference and oddity with laser cutter eyes slicing away the clutter of mundane sameness. Let me be startled by strangeness, glad to be jostled and jangled, disturbed and wrangled to action...

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Been here for four years now Battle hardened, battle worn, battle foul Killed so many strangers classed as enemies as they fell The fight is finally over 1945 sees new hope for all This strange tour of Europe where I found another me! Never thought I’d last through it all, never thought I’d sail home across the sea? Now waiting for...

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Most people put their faith in primal things Spiritual cave dwellers, living on the dark fringes of life Afraid of stepping into a brighter tomorrow, baffled by that distant light in the sky Their understanding of the solar circle of time is so ant finite, they be dumb beasts feeding on the wild grains of ignorance When the talking apes see futuristic passengers walking in...

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In the dining room I see strange people At my table Always Even if my cat is awake My wife serves crab soup my daughter does home work my neighbor reads Ramayana Sky is serene no smoke not a ghost no prehistoric emotions Or paranormal scenes At least there should not be Any bad dreams I am foolish they say I must go to a psychiatrist But I am scared of...

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Indolent yet, constant, the feeling persists of no feeling How do I do what I had no idea I would be doing? Dreams are now nothing but wishful thinking More like a thirst of unquenched drinking Going through the motions unsure now of things I had felt certain about, in my mind and almost in my heart Its a different...

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You call me weird eccentric odd too different still I am me colors are constant through seasons no one can repaint this scene the panorama of glamour you see will forever be so please take this here instruction and get accustomed to me....

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How can one once so familiar become so strange? The ease and flow of conversation, so stilted? Awkward even. Our 'in-commonness' a rarity? Our connectedness disconnected? The once passionate embrace a tentative touch: a 'should I or shouldn't I' interrelation. Now so different to then - a then quite recent, yet distant in its...

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