Warped Poems - Poems about Warped

A Warped Tree Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories The pity is that I have to write without a publisher can't...

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Bevans' lair.... You're in Bevans lair, a place of disrespect, You'll find it heaven there, if you've lost your lives respect. It's really hell beware, don't take that fateful step, I wouldn't want to be you now, I'm telling you. You've gone and bitten off, more than you can chew, C'mon, c'mon, what did you do? Why did you take that path you choose? I gave you others, yet you...

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ah...the fm radios old rock and classical stations be my mind for the day... then...the news cast echoes of the dark shadows of an all out war over... the...whole middle east with real possibilities that it may include use... of...the nuclear weaponry from many different sources for profits and or power... stan sand ...

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Diddle, diddle dumpling, my son John. Struggles to slide his trousers on; seems causation hasn’t dawned. Put down the dumplings, my son John....

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Peter, Peter pumpkin eater tried to lick the blender beater. Why he did it, I can’t tell, for he’s not speaking very well....

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Jack and Jill Went up the hill And there she broke her water She laid down Upon the ground And bore them both a daughter...

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A Warped Tree Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook or Twitter the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories The pity is, I have...

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I was a compelling abstract painter, engrossed in the world of vibrant colors, Like the endless intensities of rainbow hues, that cancel any need for others. Beauty was was always in my naked eye, in warped images of a colorful life, Like artistic nature, which always draws the eye, to where the colors are rife. A peach sun rose...

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La Forge was a big stud, a horse with the ladies, a tour de force. The action hot at his warp core: He had them begging, "Jordi, more!" (just on the holodeck, of course) ---------- Quintilla has a rhyme scheme of AABBA like a limerick, but iambic tetrameter on all lines (8 syllables). I don't think it reads quite as whimsically...

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Warped tree, kinked man Today, I will not argue with Walter on Facebook or Twitter. I was reading poems from my last collection and was surprised to find an internal rhythm. To my horror, I find Walter has unfriended me my friendly thoughts burned into insignificance. When I had a motorbike, I often visited the crooked tree I said:” you look...

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In my chemically imbalanced mind, All I can do is detest. Wandering my dismal world of the blind, Anxious of what’ll transpire next....

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Losses not consolidated leave contributor raw Arrears rip pages of rational compassionate law Turblent thoughts toss turn to channel retaliation Embittered brain rubs static into smooth radio station Nocturnal curtain eternal drawn over forgiving stance Tortured cortex tar drips coal smudge repugnance Behind lids of eyes fingertips pressing upon Lacking exposure conjures warped projection Attonement can't be granted during darkness...

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Look into the mirror What do you see A false suit of armor That doesn’t let you free Of its heaviness The false part of you, The part that brings unhappiness Makes you want to do Things others wouldn’t approve Because what you see in front Is not you, and you can prove This is true, if you show your mind’s haunt The person in the mirror...

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Racism makes me want to puke. I’ll hurl a brick or two. I’ll loot a store to make my point. Who’ll help me? How ‘bout YOU? I’m chilled by cops’ brutality. Who do they think they are? I’ll set some fires and knock folks down and cuss till eardrums jar. Huge crowds are marching peacefully. The signs they hoist are lame. If they cared...

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Harsh words, And violent blows, Hidden secrets nobody Knows, Eyes are open, Hands are fisted. Deep inside I'm Warped And Twisted. So many tricks, And so many lies. Too many whens, And too many whys. Nobody's special, Nobody's gifted. I'm just me, Warped and Twisted. Sleeping awake And choking on a dream, Listening loudly to...

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