Absurdity Poems - Poems about Absurdity

...An idea whispers, sneaking in on cat’s paws, a sly grin curling at the edges, as I sip morning coffee, unaware. It dances on tiptoes, skipping across my mind, twirling, pirouetting, a baller......Read the rest...

...In the marrow of our bones, politics is inscribed, an ancient script of dominance and submission, etched deep in the bedrock of our being. We are actors on a stage, where every gesture, every ......Read the rest...

...I believe everybody should and can Write poetry or at least one or A few poems every now and then. We all HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO WIN! that essential within. You should begin with reading poems ......Read the rest...

... Today, this black oak forest will become my grave. A crow caws in the distance, but I swear it is calling my name. I have never believed in omens or curses but perhaps there are such hateful th......Read the rest...

...Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy” Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music Blends of subversive elements and anxious acous......Read the rest...

... "Supernature" The walls have eyes here they are all hungry they reach up to pluck words like apples to eat from sacred trees, it feeds and fuels them on their irr......Read the rest...

...The apostles of decadence claim that the divine spark demands lust, power and material goods. Why pay attention to these puppets enlightened by the dogmatic obscurantism of the West? Our heavenly......Read the rest...

...In the depths of the laundry pile, where chaos reigns supreme, Lies the mystery of the missing sock, a perplexing, absurd scheme. One by one, they enter the wash, a pair so neat and fine, But some......Read the rest...

...Here I stand, entirely symmetrical with the longitudinal lines that thrusts perfectly through the balance of our planet with not a moment of fluctuation. Stiffly positioned in a direct sta......Read the rest...

...A young girl’s voice, lost in the data, cries out, "Why are we here?" Pixie Pixela, her words soft and low, murmurs, "This world is yours, dear, a garden for stories to grow." But her digital e......Read the rest...

...In borrowed plumes, a masquerade we stage, Thoughts echo doctrines, passions preordained. From broken families, where fractured spirits weep, Mothers of sorrow, With eyes that never slee......Read the rest...

...In the tapestry of life, memories weave their threads, and the echoes of past workplaces linger like faint perfume. Seacrest, with its morning shifts and graveyard hours, left an indelible mark—a mix......Read the rest...

...Down the rabbit hole I'm falling Can't you hear the voices calling From the darkness Creeping, crawling Insanity, absurdity A new day dawning Judgements pending, Sins atoning Wicked people and ......Read the rest...

...Down the rabbit hole I'm falling Can't you hear the voices calling From the darkness Creeping, crawling Insanity, absurdity A new day dawning Judgements pending, Sins atoning Wicked people and ......Read the rest...

... She was called the Lyin’ Tamer. Absurdity would enflame her. She could spot a line way back from foot nine. She’d decline and who could blame her?......Read the rest...