Unconventional Poems - Poems about Unconventional

‘Tis not for the ninety and nine He goes On a dangerous midnight search. ’Tis not for the ninety and nine who sit In security safe in the church, Whose paths are set in the well-fenced bounds Of conventional Sunday suits, While the songs of their souls sound dreadfully cold To the biker in leathers and boots. ‘Tis not for the ninety and...

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Pomp and Circumstance Pageantry’s paranoia Who can’t see through it ...

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~ Four-Line Limerick ~ A soda jerk I knew at work offered customers an unconventional perk When he pulled the handle on the Coke ~ Their seats would swivel, their rear ends twerk...

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The brew in Mid East Is a high back that trigger, Being cook bigger....

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You say you love me and yet I feel you hardly know me I say I love you and yet I feel an aching emptiness within and fail to have a sense of ‘we’ It’s curious and odd to think we are in love when we have no clue where this can lead even stranger is how we are ok with that Somehow...

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Trapped behind a desk, first at school, then at work Why on earth are folks such awful jerks If we didn't like school, why continue to suffer Just because some boss made a great offer? Rebel! Break out! Do the unconventional! Find...

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It was a Bikers wedding. All the Chapter were there In brightly coloured leathers And freshly washed hair. They escorted them off To the start of their new life As Mister and Mrs, Husband and wife. They looked forward to consumation With such anticipation and delight, They thrilled and pleased each other Through that first exciting night. Their first born nicknamed ZedBed, Her twin sister...

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Jan and Nan were not just twins but best friends, so when Stan got down on one knee, he got not one, but two, to say “I do.” Some thought him blessed; some found it strange, but Stan thought he got a good deal: two for the price of one. Til the day Ole Stan made one wife cry and met...

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Let me contrast you with a rose in bloom Whose unfurled buds exude a sweet perfume. Eternal token of romantic zeal On lease from heaven with a loving seal. You, in comparison, with beard untrimmed, Complexion florid and your vision dimmed, Have no external beauty to extol; Possession of long life must take its toll. Not always temperate your moods break through And like...

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Unconventional is how we first met, Unconventional is what we are. Walls were surrounding me, yet You still tried to crash them. Brute force was your might, While quiet reserve was mine, For some reason I was in your sight, You resolved to make me yours. Unconventional was what you tried, Unconventional was just our way. Unconventional meant having to bide Your beastly modus operandi. Unconventional meant...

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unconventional mingling which deviated from the norm created atypical interactions in which the uncharacteristic irregularity became normal standard even within the land of relationships past...

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Canine the king and Feline the queen Were not quite birds of a feather In fact they fought like cats and dogs When they were reigning together! One dark night Feline ran away Canine was real mad about that He caught up to her the next day They all said, “He's quick as a cat” He barked at her, “I am the king” “Bow...

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A convention of unconventional warfare It’s the Olympics of BS, the mind boggles Unrelenting coverage; I try not to stare Through my thick, round minion goggles Slogans chanted numbly trump reality Still, there are three sides to every story Windmills fall; eclipse goes to totality Attention shoppers, Kool-Aid spill on aisle three I’m trying to grasp, the mindset eludes That would make you cheer...

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Pillows and blankets Shaped in a 'V', Bottles and pills In a wrapper-filled sea. Drool on our faces Clothes on the ceiling. These are the nights My heart is healing. My head on your feet Your toes in my hair, A repulsive aroma Sweetens the air. It's the puddle of glop Is that yours or mine? It doesn't matter We'll both decline. Though we both know it's yours You somehow persuade, And I...

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From a distance, she sees the groom in sweat; moist with tears, his lips tremble. At the pace of voices, she marches; line of gazes: her path. The contrast of white against red; petals are swept by her trail. Behind the lace she gets a glimpse of tomorrow and yesterday. She kisses her mother, who smiles; as well as her father, who cries. Then she reaches the arms of the man: august in...

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