Odd Poems - Poems about Odd

For Craig's : Blue cheese and old pickles contest 15.03.2025 In the background the Ukraine War and Europe’s dilemma whether to rearm to defend itself or go to the table to discuss a peace treaty. The odd codgers They sit together in the shadows of the baroque church, two relics biding time, perusing current affairs. An old,...

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A fresh breeze that loves to drape all around, And give hearty embrace to every heart, A bird forever of drifting orbit, Ready, lifelong and more to meander. I drift, to drift is my inane nature, To me, an inch of movement how so vague Is better than a mile of intention, World, called jagat is what moves forever....

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Should ye pry open my personal space, Remember, my core privacy to spare, Pray take me not as a child's cosy bear, Let me get lost in search of unknown me, I love to roam like a rudderless ship And seek fresh breeze from where so it may waft, Uncharted, drift to what so fancies...

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there was a politician named Rod who for his truth telling wanted to be lauded but everyone knew better that he was just another vote getter because politicians and truth together are quite odd ...

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DDO Reverse acrostic Delightfully different, humans should not be Defined by categories based on behavior, beliefs or lifestyle Otherwise, we would all be classified as odd. I must be odd as I wrote this as a reverse acrostic! ...

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In a world of laughter, he stood apart, A boy with shadows dancing in his heart. With a grin that twisted like a crooked vine, He found the punchline in the darkest line. When others wept, he’d chuckle and jest, Finding solace in chaos, a curious quest. Destruction was...

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There’s an odd thief in our neighborhood Who steals stuff that he must think is good Beginning with my small bushes and trees Which at the start, made no sense to me Then parts of my fence suddenly disappeared And a pile of firewood was totally cleared Yet when most of my porch pickets were gone It was time to dispense some...

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I saw a man Hugging a rhino, Why he was I really don’t know! I know some people Like to hug a tree, But a stuffed rhino In a museum, This surely can’t be!...

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a chance meeting digits fleeting each I could recall days so lazy odd petaled daisy I gave you a call from one hello how would I know in love I would fall would not our fate cooperate you loved me not at all fifty Summers passed they seemed so fast then another Fall and in the end we became friends under daisy's thrall ...

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A determined pull, in the opposite direction of home, Into an estranged battle field of vague dreams and gentle thought, A place where kingdoms meet, and where god must reside, What should be an ecstatic vision of the universe, instead, A tomb of sighs,...

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There was a little girl that never quite seemed to fit in out of step with a world that seemed to her full of sin No matter what she did or tried there always was a gap that seemed to grow even when she sat on her dads lap Time passed by with little change except that she was...

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ODD SOCKS EVERYWHERE! I wake up in the morning, And I don't know what to do, I can only find odd socks, This morning I have an interview! There's some with characters, But I can only find one, not two. One Grinch, one Stitch, My favourite (but there's only one) is Pikachu! There's one in the washing machine, One on the bedroom floor, One...

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The pair should be headed for fame Behind, in the draw’r, out of aim. He was the one left, Not right; he’s bereft. The sock was not chosen for game. The sock was not chosen, and why? Embarrassing gaff, he could die. Uncool was his sole. ...

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I love my socks, all colours and design The brighter the nicer, simply sublime Socks warm feet, cosy and snug as a rug Fabulous for dancing the jitterbug. Many times I find there’s holes in one sock I wonder should I keep the odd one in stock Do I throw the odd sock away, oh no I wear odd socks and...

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Grandma knitted me and my brother, he is blue and I am pink. We fit snug in Sally's shoes, off to school or to play we go. Each week we get a warm bath, then go round and round in the dryer. Life was so much fun, until my blue brother took off. I sit all alone in Sally's dresser drawer, now the...

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