From this list of words, I made 3 poems.

compass
noggin
tablecloths
mouthwashes
garlic
chain
platinum
bulldozer
microphones
chessboard
textile
peasant
coral
midget

Here they are:

Nobleman that I am,
I enjoy the finer things in life,
my day consists of silk-woven table cloths, upon which the finest
garlic breads are eaten.
I own the finest threaded textiles,
the finest platinum jewelry.

What, then, am I to do,
When approached by a young peasant,
in full midget armor?
The pawns on Europe's chessboard
have reached their ultimatum

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My noggin can't comprehend
the purpose of this exercise
no matter how hard it tries

What do compasses, mouthwashes,
platinum, armor, coral,
bulldozers, chessboards and peasants
have in common?

They make for a frustrating poem.


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When they give me platinum,
I up and try to flatten 'em.

When the give me chains,
I bow even to their stains

The compass of my mind points south
From my noggin to my mouth

When I see a midget,
I can't help but fidget

I pocket rare oceanic coral,
even if it is immoral

I can't help but smile
when others feel rough textile

I speak into the microphone
only when I am alone



I'm pretty sure most poets don't even know what the hell they're own poems are supposed to be about. I can admit that these make little to no sense at all.