Best Messy Poems

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
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Stop bleeding said the knife
I would if I could said the cut.
Stop bleeding you make me messy with the blood.
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Trust yourself and have faith in you
Bullies can't hurt you, they are few!
Why fear! Be smart and take my note
Nobody ever sees you when you vote!
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As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;
Cows weren't allowed in the trenches -- got out of the habit, y'see.)
As I was saying, our Colonel leaped up like a youngster of ten:
"Come on, lads!" he shouts, "and we'll show 'em," and he sprang to the head of the men.
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[The following little Poems are written after the Model of the Old English Ballads, and are inscribed to those who admire the simplicity of that kind of versification.]


NEAR GLARIS, on a mountain's side,
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Bou
(Oh Mother}
What a beauty there
In your vermillion smeared face
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CANTO I.XIX.
The Lady sought the lofty hall,
Where many a bold retainer lay,
And with jocund din among them all,
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Speak out my dear
Why hath thou in a state of depression?
Speak out my dear
I stand here waiting for thy confession
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(Mobile Columns of the Boer War)


Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry
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[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the Royal Academy at Florence, and Author of the Laurel of Liberty, and the Della Crusca Poems.]


O THOU, to whom superior worth's allied,
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Tilly wants to wear
her yellow shoes
with her yellow socks.
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My voice, the ink for this write
If just u ever wonder how SOUL sounds like
Not written this as another fairytale story
For real this is about you and me
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I woke to the beaming rays
Of dawn's early golden light
Birds flew singing across the sky
Breeze whizzed past telling all is right
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Pardon me, my Pakistan!
land of hopes and finest dreams!
where gently flow the shining streams
and youthful rivers...
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A little child stood thinking, sorrowfully and ill at ease,
In a forest beneath the branches of the tall pine trees -
And his big brown eyes with tears seemed dim,
While one soft arm rested on a huge dog close by him.
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You knew her better than I – you’d
looked after her when her splendid
eccentricity which the English do so well
went beyond the bounds that others set…
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Lakshmi Devi- Narayana's beloved consort -
Lovely'Sree' - the auspicious one!
Lady luck seated joyfully on a throne
Lotus - with sixteen crimson red petals!
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1. The Wrongful Death

I'm at the Hobart Law Firm
In downtown St. Louis.
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In the 'Add New Poem' instructions PH says 'Take a deep breathe',
but it should say 'breath' [rhymes with death], so I now DO grieve!
It's a grammatical error, one even (I think) 'Bri' has made in the past,
AND I'll bet my high school English teachers would....now be aghast!
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Now that the worst is over, they predict
Something messy and difficult, though not
Life-threatening. Clearly we needed
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Bathed in tepid water,
powder puffed in clouds of special talc:
this little lady is then pigtailed
with coloured ribbons
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On cold days
it is easy to be reasonable,
to button the mouth against kisses,
dust the breasts
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As he crosses into
the end zone
and the crowd
ejaculates in rapture,
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I'll make you beg
Like a dog
I can do this
All night long
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The whole world is flat
& I am round.
Even women avert their eyes,
& men, embarrassed
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they take your love, and they spit on it. and throw it in your face.
and you're standing there, holding it in your hand. like this
transparent thing, with it's little heartbeat. it once was shiny and
bright. and now it's messy, dirty, weak. dull. and you wonder what
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Like heavy boots on empty streets
His harsh words rang in my ears
Never has he been so very rude
Why did he my heart pierce?
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Love amongst the maple trees
buckets in hand
is a very messy business,
but the best in all the land
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She’s the village’s Force For Good –
or that’s the flag she sails under;
news of distant earthquakes, floods,
famines, ethnic or other massacres
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You are a leader
Not a follower.
A date is a date,
Go for the debate.
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'Spain is also a truth, '
the Blessed Virgin Mary once whispered
in my ear while we were riding the F train,
nearing the Fort Hamilton station.
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This is the dirty laundry poem-
because we have traveled from town to town
accumulating soiled linen & sweaty shirts
& blue-jeans caked & clotted with our juic
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Squirrels in Washington come
Galloping at you in fours, then brake
To halt a few feet away
And beg on hindquarters.
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Some poems are simplistic
They don't wear cryptic
lipstick
They never try to force it
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Everything messy
And you feel dizzy
Have something fizzy
Before you go crazy
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In the alleyways of Moscow
when life gets stuck into ideologies divided
in a rut,
Appears you need to break the ice
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The body of the lingerneedle is filled
with hemolymph unconstricted except
for a single dorsal vessel. A ventral
diaphragm bathes the organs of the head,
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The first area to look into is those pillars of American success I identified above: Cheap Labor, Cheap Energy, Cheap Food and a country filled with natural resources.

To this list I will now add, a decent birth rate or immigrant flow, small town and technical green enclave investment, income distribution reform, land distribution reforms, banking and financial reforms and a re-thinking of the purposes of an economy.
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TIMES NOW

The freedom to roam
The isles of imaginary land
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My head, a steaming kettle
Thoughts bleed like ink from a pen
But are muddled up and messy
They do not have a neat flow
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When the mother is left with young children,
The hands are full and the mind is not dull,
Her eyes are down on the children, who rattle,
Not on the spouse, who suddenly stops to tattle,
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The book, the Art of War by Sun Zsu, had inspired a lot with my aunt especially when she came acrossed the highlighted points of the book,
' ferocious as the fire, silent as the forest, immovable as the mountain, fast as the wind.'
She implanted those thoughts on her son for his everyday real battle in life but it went in different direction:
Fire: her son became a hot-tempered fellow
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Even as I sit and think of you
I wonder why I do the things I do.
The beats say it's the rivers of my heart's cry
Taking the shapes of words;
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Do I have Showcase-Readers who care if there IS one? So, what is YOUR answer?
Santa has deer: Dasher, Blixem, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Dunder, Prancer and Dancer …..
to pull his sleigh full of gifts for girls and boys of the world! [[only those Christian? ? ]].
I'm no Santa, but I'll deliver my ‘gift' of a showcase IF I get six "Haves" to question! !
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I prayed to the devil I prayed to the god
With scissors they were cut, that was mightier then a sword,
I Look like a school boy, I look so fkcin small
Like the end of rome, my hairs did fall
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A glassful of water
Colorless and tasteless
Nothing can quench our thirst but only water.
Boiled and added some tea leaves
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Corona Effect
(32 years old man killed by Police)

Doctors are saving the nation,
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With You In That Autumn
23 January, 2019

Leaves falling did call us urgently there
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“Who is responsible for this? ”
I wanted to question Him
When I entered His realm
I found ‘guilt’ in His eyes! Yes!
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All over the district, on leather couches
& brocade couches, on daybeds
& 'professional divans,' they are confessing.
The air is thick with it,
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Untouched by the words it sings
The voice retains its pristine quality.
Even when the lyrics signify messy happenings-
Heart-break, perfidy, crass sensuality:
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A poem written by my great niece, Kitty Cotton, who is 10 years old, for her Mother on Mother’s Day.


Darling Mother,
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I often dreamt of Swiss chocolate raining down
From the heavens above
And quaint Swiss clocks ticking accurately,
Making our messy little lives more precise,
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Wake up at eight to get my morning started
go do last nights dishes... and then make the bed.
Put out the dog... to do her duty and bark at nothing
brush my teeth...and then my messy bed of head!
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Fresh flower pass after west lake good
Messy remnant red
Fly cottony misty
Weeping willow railing all sun wind
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On the verge of tears

I try to put my thoughts in order.
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Life
Starts at
Early Six am
Ends sometime
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My suitemate Sunny is from Nebraska. She's 5'9, ' and has cinnamon brown hair that's half messy-bob, just long enough that she can twist it up with a pearl-studded comb, and half mohawk. She has the long, slanky elegance of someone who's spent most of her 18 years outdoors.

She's a cowgirl. There's a well-worn sage-nova cowgirl hat hanging on her dorm wall and she has her own horse - a red-roan quarter-horse named Valentine - at home, of course. Her best friend growing up was a Sioux girl named Wachiwi who shared her love of barrel racing and lived on a nearby reservation.
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She holds a toffee apple like a child
And he plays the mouth-organ mild.
They pass the time in the messy world
And they go on a ride in merry-go-round.
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Pigeons are an urban wildlife
That lots of humans grouse about
As causing so much stress and strife.
And pigeons could care less no doubt.
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A short while ago this poem was deactivated by PoemHunter. Since, I am sure PH does not censor ideas, and that there was no explanation given for this action, I can only assume that the editors of PoemHunter objected to my use of the word ‘a**hole'. I hesitate to insert the two ‘ss' because I would not want this comment to offend any delicate ‘eyes'. However, over the years I have often heard numerous women use this noun in its unedited form, along with other…quite colourful adjectives, to describe their ex husbands, partners, lovers etc.. So, without further comment, here is my humble contribution to International Women's Month:

Chapter 1
Our Mother Made Woman First
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woman
at times loud and messy
like a parrot
with beautiful ensemble of colors
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YOU are a gift From God
honest, like the rose buds

YOU are the only golden eagle
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[contains sexually explicit wording; a bit at least, as do most or all of the 'books' in this story, so far]
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1 The Thieves' Lane

Edged with a line of houses
Erected gigantically on both sides
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A wise man once told me, a real man never cries,
Instead he bottles it in, all the pain, sorrow, the lies,
For crying is a weakness, all men ought to know,
It's a show of love and compassion, and that you never show,
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She's a lady of transition
Four houses, yes or no her own decision
Her absence brings in a chaos
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My little brother has tickly toes,
A tickly tummy and a tickly nose.

My little brother has lots of green snot,
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Freckled arms
long and lean
soft and supple
Wiping crumbs from messy tables,
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A cooler
head of lettuce prevailed, but when the actor
asked his question and paused
for us to watch him pause and think
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Oh the chocolatey goodness
dark, sweet, and secretive
melting over the puffy,
gooey, hot hot marshmallow
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Our lives can be very difficult
We struggle every day
Schedules that we must complete
On track we try to stay
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O awaken with me
the inquiring goodbyes.
Ooh what a messy business
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You are a rambler east to west
Like the Sun
I'm like the sunflower
Looking for you right to left
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I'm typing on a 'tablet', so Bri may soon be shouting.
If 'it' acts as it does at times, I also may be pouting!
April's showcase I hope.....found one or two new friends.
My goal: 'To allow you access, with few twists and bends'.
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There is a young man named Obama
Who thinks of himself as a charmer;
He is tall, and is thin
But has got himself into
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We often wake up heart in hand
From the dross of a messy dream,
Like a crab from the moist morning sand,
Grasping a sinking, gossamer dream, grim,
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In the waiting room, I heard this strange soft conversation,
no, I was not at the psychotherapist.

come, my sweetheart, I invite you
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The exchange of words is repetitive.
Thrown back and forth in a never ending game of tag
we've been playing for years.
Balancing english and broken spanish on the tip of the tongue,
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What I love about Star Trek isn't the plots or even the characters, It's their casual, daily use of fantastic technologies (think replicators)- for them, the ordinary. It mirrors our own banal use of magic-like wireless, google searches and air travel.
We are marvelous monkeys.

I'm a teenager. I am new and agog - Jesus, I have a lot to learn. How are the many marvels that elevate our lives actually made? The millions of cars, the fuel distribution systems, our skyscrapers. Who thought of all this?
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I no longer hold you like I held you
When I held you...
I no longer want to...in my mind.
I no longer see you like I see you
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You can grow it or cut it.
You can style it or leave it to blow in the wind.
If it's long you can put it up.
You can have a parting or leave it messy.
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She gets up in the afternoon
After she slept in the morning
Checks herself in the mirror,
lips quiver as a tear starts to well
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I can love and despise in equal measure,
some things I hate, but most give me pleasure
Some days I look great but inside I feel bad,
a smile on my face will hide all the sad.
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I want to be among fleshy,
meaty, messy things,
I want to be human down to
the bloody ground.
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Thank you for bringing back my smile
Even though it’s just for a while
Coz I know sooner or later you’ll gonna leave
And I still have a life to live
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Everytime I falter, I craft a new self.
Shells lay strewn about this messy room.
They bear marks of history;
of feelings; of love, of loss.
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A bright and barefoot little girl
with a garland of cherry blossoms
enters the unattended village church.
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Forgive me

I wonder if I can
Can ever turn the night into day?
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Today’s modern children
Live in the age of revolution
So interesting is their generation
That their life begins with tension!
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Undoubtedly our whole world
Is in a great mess,
Our messy situation is
Absolutely unacceptable at all,
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O man on the hill you sent us there
To a burnin hell for worse to fare

stingin sand and the blindin glare
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Dear Mr. President Elect
I am sending you this letter today.
While I know you've not won the election yet
but there are somethings I just wanted to ask and say.
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Resurrect this corpse with the shade of dying Crimson
Enter each dropp at the will of my own forsaken hand
Undo nothing for blood shall reunite us two
Nothing stands in the way of what Crimson wants
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War is her first love,
And death is her mistress. 
Sitting in fire and raping
What few flames dare to burn. 
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There's this similarity with all the girls,
They want perfection in 2 things to unfurl.
First a set of 32 sparkling pearls
& secondly the ever so important manageable curls.
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Wakey, Wakey, it is five,
covers yanked while you're not looking.
Time to stretch and feel alive,
in the oven bread is cooking.
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Do you feel sometimes your guy
Just doesn’t have a clue?
That he isn’t trying very hard
To please and honor you?
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Hamsters in a hamster world
hamster boys and hamster girls
drive their cars and go to work every day
the unspoken 'social contract' is why they stay
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Name me ultraviolet
Like the games we like to play as kids
Ran away from that old life
Before the sun rose to tie a knot around my mind
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