Confusion Poems | Examples of Confusion Poetry

In the Odyssey of curling bloom, The void lying within goes inerasable Even though the means used are fragile enough Yet, unable to detach complexity Yet, unable to fulfill the felicity of constructing those curling blooms, contented & voidless Is stability indeed a coffin? Or maybe it's more of a sin? Or maybe, I lose and Life always wins But...

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Do you know what it feels like to brush your fingers against a lifeless image and pretend it’s enough? To touch thread instead of skin, to cry into cloth because the man you loved is no longer made of bone and breath? It’s rage, not just grief. Because he deserved more. More than a silent death, more than a blurred photo, more than a world that...

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As my body shakes violently, In the midst of sound sleep; ...

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It's brought to you as if sincere, "The News" truth be damned! Knowingly false, the agenda, deception without compunction, to what end? Now its up to us to decipher, when the "Truth" are really lies!...

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it’s the groaning, spoken a feeling, bleeding, bruising remembering the broken silence in the heart who’s losing it’s the story, unfolding dark as a shadow, stolen by the ghostly, scolding even my breath is swollen it’s the distance between hope and the futility of grave doubting oh, if only I knew how to cope how my soul is shouting! it’s the color, gray and bleak too weary for...

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For the favor you did but never let me forget, for the “no pressure” laced with regret. for every “no big deal” that came with fine print, I paid with a thank you, and smiled like a flint. For all the gifts that came with a clause, For the cheers while citing my flaws, For every applause wrapped in dissent, I returned with...

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The clock holds nothing about time, Where a mood I star on her face. Love, still the numbers in my cry — The clock holds nothing about time, A glass that's always ~left and right~ Oh, darling, for a brief while, stay — The clock holds nothing about time, Where a mood I star on her face....

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How did you care to love someone like me Whose name is burdensome for you to bear A boy whose reputation suffers glee And whose tomorrow uncertainties scare How did you care to love someone like Wems Who wants to turn you a fornicatress Whose plans have only been to use condoms And treats you like nothing beyond mistress How did you care...

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Is my writing only good when I’m drowning? When I’m down to my knees and my soul shouts heal Is my happiness on only when I’m socializing? When I cry of laughter only so my sad tears can be sealed Is my depression the only motive of my paintings? When I pour into a canvas only so my ideas can...

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A woman sitting in an old house herself, counting paper clips. Every day, was a creaking workday that reminded her addiction was in freedom— meanings of being young, being old, being in love with the back then. She’s not a fan of not being a fan of new movies. But who can blame her for blaming herself? A helicopter that flies over the barren desert land...

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It is a weird one, To keep gracing distant sun... While moon could bail fun. Dry lips are so tight, To put words up at such sight Daring distant fright. While principles flow... Yet couldn't keep deeds off blow, In reality's show. Why not dare decide, One your past truly confide Shouldn't be denied? ...

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two dancing silhouettes, lurking in the shadows fireflies spark like static in the air a dream that bloomed from a far-fetched delusion, a love that demands lifelong care. i trip on the train of her white-laced dress, hoping some man might catch my fall. how typical of me, to make a mess, then run away before time can take it all. i envy the love i...

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Tell me how to think Tell me what to do Tell me if my politics Should be red or blue Tell me how to live What to keep or give And tell me what I know If I should stay or go Tell me what is truth Tell me what is lie Tell me how to keep Big corporate profits high Tell me how to live What to...

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"DETACHED" is not just a song—it's a rebellion from within. This hauntingly music video explores the clash between cold circuitry and the chaos of emotion in a world where artificial intelligence has evolved beyond fiction. Detached’ tells the story of a humanoid robot created to mimic human life—but rebels against living it. When sensory chips...

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Noel wilcox is pushing on..Lets hope he gets old Sad-dik to stop carrying on so strong; yet wrong'...

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