puzzle
Learn more about other poetry terms
The piece missing from every puzzle
And when found
I don't fit
Some will try hard
To press their thumbs
Jamming me in and out of every corner
Where I was not made to be
So many pieces,
i seem to fall in and out of love at a slightly disturbing speed.
my lovers are like puzzle pieces.
i'm always trying to find my perfect fit --
One thousand pieces spread across the table;
Completely overwhelmed with where to start.
At first look, they blend among the others,
But different shades are obsolete to the norm.
I try to put pieces of the puzzle together and make every single one fit, but I lose focus. And in returning to the puzzle, I receive more pieces even more jumbled then the first set. I struggle and struggle to make them fit.
Standing in front of a big iron gate
Waiting for you, waiving at you
To return home from long journey
From far, far foreign land away
Here you are, standing in front of me
erusaert I lliw syawlA ,syawlA dniK dna ,lufpleH ,ylevoL sgniht llA dniW eht ,seerT ,skcoR ,slaminA revoL ,tnedutS ,dneirF ,rehcaeT rehtorB ,sretsiS ,rehtaF ,rehtoM dnatsrednu llits dna ,ees nac ew yaw eht ,lla fo tsoM The mysterious of All, God,
A love, a memory, a habit,
Eyes of lunar luminance and
Fiery coldness-
This is what I remember,
This is what I know.
Urges to spend
Unnecessary packages, bottles, and boxes
On whispered voice,
A secret to be kept.
My tale never known.
Read me in gibberish,
The title the key.
Mirror identity.
We go about day to day seeking...
Shelter,
Food,
Safety.
We go about night to night hoping.
Life is a puzzle
A mystery
Finding our purpose
Is through finding ourselves
Finding ourselves
Is through our exploration
Words coursing through our veins
Yearning to share their secrets
My disease is a giant puzzle.
A garden puzzle,
containing varying shades of green,
some specs of pink and blue.
I have a few pieces;
some are part of the big picture,
others are completely irrelevant.
Where to go
What to do
I'm so confused
Heart aching
Torn in two
I always knew
Somewhere
Deep inside
This feeling
Of being lost
But knowing
And feeling
Life is like a jigsaw puzzleEvery person is a pieceYou don't know where they belongA friend could be the smallest pieceA loved one could be a bigger oneA puzzle isn't quite complete
An unsolved puzzle
With pieces scattered
Not really sure how they all fit
But someday, they will make a beautiful picture
Of all the things I have accomplished
Of all the things I've learned
When I look in the mirrorI am disgusted
Turn Tilt Smile Move on
Not a piece feels rightArms too longMouth too smallHair too straight
I am labeled with words,
Shy, reserved, quiet,
And I am judged,
For not going out more,
Not having a plethora of friends.
I don’t think before I speak,
But I say what I mean,
I am a perfect puzzle. A miserable mish-mash of jagged jigsaw edges that never seem to match up. An array of sudden splashed colors that do not make sense.Unless you painstakingly,
When I dared to finally take my own steps,
and when I dared to go my own direction,
I found and learned about myself without the intention.
I left my home country and studied abroad
Poetry is a challenge
It creates stress and anxiety
I can’t seem to write
My mind is blank
My thoughts are like a puzzle
Everything needs to be put together
Some pieces are far
I rather die...
than force myself to sleep.
Thinking that everything should be eiditic;
My life a puzzle
I'm put together to make a beautiful picture
but when pieces are missing
my image not clear.
Someone will come along
and try to complete me,
in reality they will try but not get far.
An artist’s mind is often swallowed by indigenous thoughts. Trying to balance ones conceptions on a fine thread.
Being born to death is a lot to be said
I nearly died so my birth was almost my death bed
I later on suffered from a seizure that destroyed my old life
I have now recovered thanks to those as faithful as a wife
In my puzzle,
The pieces mold together, and can’t be rearranged.Each piece stands for a part of me,And every completed section,Is a window,Looking into my past.
Our fingers intertwine
Stitching the hole that lurked in the
Crevices of our hearts
Brightening the eyes that took
The hurt
And warming our minds to the thought
Of someone always being there
Picking up the pieces
of a puzzle never seen
the edges and the center
a mess of human being
the corners and the central piece
the one that always disappears
a puzzle of a million pieces
Life is one big jigsaw puzzle,
With all of our scattered and individual pieces.
There are easy and hard parts,
And we need time and patience to finish.
Although we probably don’t realize this:
