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Wrongly Poems - Poems about Wrongly


Premium Member Wrongly Convicted
Accused publicly Dragged through the mud Stabbed in the heart Pinned to the cross Humiliated defaced Forsaken on my own No one to take my part Or even listen to my side I may as well be mute The verdict has been cast Everyone is satisfied Except me voiceless faceless me I’ve been thrown under the bus They’ve gotten rid of me AP: Honorable Mention 2022 Posted on December 12,...

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Categories: wrongly, betrayal, conflict, grief, hurt,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Mister Wrongly
As a boy, was told anyone could become prez Now I definitely believe it much to my distress Doubted it strongly Till Mister Wrongly Managed to hoodwink us causing us stress...

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Categories: wrongly, corruption,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member Mister Wrongly
As a boy, was told anyone could become prez Now I definitely believe it much to my distress Doubted it strongly Till Mister Wrongly Managed to hoodwink us causing much stress...

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Categories: wrongly, depression,
Form: Limerick
You Click My Heart Wrongly
You click my lonely heart every night with mouse but each time you find no message inbox Then you make conclusion that no message inbox implies I am illiterate in the computer of love But you make silly mistakes You click wrong files sometimes deleted ones surely how can you find love? Let you click in the right files What you want you will find...

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Categories: wrongly, metaphor, relationship, song,
Form: Lyric
Wrongly Spelt German One
Vass Mack doo im denn lederhosen? Vass Mack doo im den bett? So feeler loiter imm denn arbent. Frei frei drey. Skipping in a motorway cafe. Surfing in a lane. Motels full of moo. And moisture derived from a plant. Oh great leaf of leaves. How wonderful. How explosive and erotic the Zen like military...

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Categories: wrongly, anniversary, body,
Form: I do not know?



Seeking Wrongly
Crippled to my knees, bowing my head, the rain pours over my offerings, as blood runs from my head. Tears mix well with the substances and neither pain nore happiness will register. Staring at the picture of my loves, I swear to them I'd do anything, Oh how I miss them So! Carry on a whispered urge, but it is not my wish. I wish to...

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Categories: wrongly, death, depression, devotion, family,
Form: Free verse

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