Why Poems - Poems about Why

Mirror, mirror on the wall, how do you choose the fairest of them all? why do you get to pick apart every single person that never gave you the right? Snow White ate less and less apples until she became so thin a gust of wind could’ve blown her away and she needed a strange man to save her What if he tried...

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I accidentally burned my breakfast toast. I gave a thirty minute monologue on this heinous crime. To what’s left of the crust, I stared, then cursed, then laughed so hard the room shivered and in the echoes— Surprise! I found the voice I choked for being ‘inappropriate’— —Time to toast. I was startled by my cracked laughter, as the cat groomed herself indifferently witnessing my twenties spent...

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"How sad when it comes to face the world as an orphan! Chasing shadows, he/she searches for the love and protection lost. Having no trail to follow, the search goes on endless"~ By Poet I am a street urchin, once abandoned, and hurled into the bin like a piece of trash, now roaming to find the...

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Why I Write He asks why I write And I say I must Because the words, you see Flow as easy as blood in my veins The pen as natural as the air I breathe Without it, I explain The maze of my mind couldn't handle it He asks how I write And I say that my method cannot be taught For my...

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There is a reason rooserpecked is not a word And henpecked is not thought to be absurd....

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2024.05.18 One year ago, on a Saturday @ 20:10:00, I wrote "Now, I just remember something to ask you. If I lost my memory and/or Was not able to read English any more, Would you be kind enough to read my life story back to me? Nay, maybe not, by then You would have a lovely family To enjoy and...

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Collecting collateral fuzzy Fred said Keeping the secret of his co-worker Ned Ned was unconcerned, he paid the money Fred is missing, reported his live-in Honey This man has not been found since ‘84 Ned is relieved, he’s not been extorted anymore...

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Why Can't You Be Serious? I Am Always Asked That; And I Try To Think Of An Honest Answer All Of The Time. I Am Serious. I Am Too Serious. I Am WAYYY TOO SERIOUS! Thanks A Lot! (Effin' Spoiler-Alert.) Use the correct tone of voice. Shut-up! -Gray Squirrel 05-16-2025 ...

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In one corner of your room you’d hung a faded photograph of Charles Lindbergh and his plane in sepia covering a lighter-colored square of wall exactly the same size. He looked so dashing with his scarf and smile but his eyes were dark and sad (like yours) beneath his aviator’s cap and it was signed, “To Mildred.” Why did...

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Now I understand why ghosts rise from the past, shimmering shadows and whispers, For the past never truly dies; it just hides in dark, deep corners, Until silence can no longer last and echoes begin to sing again, It’s in the mirror, in the voice that sounds like mine, in that endlessly repeated "I’m fine." All the things I've...

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My life at stake and I didn’t realize Where there’s truth there are lies, That good could come from bad Sorrow from what makes you glad, Life sets us in many varying guises deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes. Life is one long stretch of compromise Hard to break free before one’s demise, Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay Life and death...

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For velvet vanity and silver sanity I write to unite mind and heart on sleeve To free myself while imprisoning God in me I write to escape at the same time I chase My own path and wrath just to save face I write to erase my sins and rewrite them But this time with a whimsical smile For a...

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...Have you ever seen true madness take full possession of a man? Gobayth’s dreams of coming home were now all well and truly damned. It’s said he screamed for half the night, so much that it damaged his throat, and it was not long after that he started slaying ‘settled’ folk. The first target was a merchant travelling with his concubine and his two slaves...

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...A jolt ran though the broken men, like wraiths they rose, streamed for the door, Gobayth waved them on until nobody remained anymore. They raced on towards the small hut where all of the pick-aces lay, some guards were starting to notice, running about every which way. Gobayth wished the poor men luck, but he did not follow their path, and instead ran to the...

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...After a bit her cries died down, everyone could see she was dead, a small head hung between her thighs, mother and son covered in red. He had seen so much callousness, but this he just couldn’t believe, it was after seeing this horror Gobayth decided to leave. Of course, it took some time to plan, in the day the watch was intense, men along...

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