Best Comprehend Poems
I've always had my pen and paper rescue me from my thoughts
Now..now i feel i have to rescue them from your toxicity
'Cause lately you've been all that runs through my mind
You seem to interfere with my every thought
And i just comprehend to the scale of each interference
I feel so caged , i feel so naked...
I am so subdued to reason that;
I had taken your love and painted a fine piece of art
And hanged it upon the walls of my heart
A sacred place within this museum
That you chose to tear apart....
I'd expected you to show some thriftness to my heart
But you went rough on it
Now I'm left to deal with these broken pieces
Behold the cosmos's bounty
Where elements combine
Into leopards and ladybugs
Dolphins and sea fans
The hot spring's white mists
The glistening sweat of man
See the infinite display
Black holes and stellar lights
Gifts of such generosity
This unfolding diversity
Unnatural the shadowed
History of man--the claims
Of one path, of one way
Amidst such an array
Of wisdom and worlds
Therein lies our failure
To comprehend
Open-mindedness
Empowers opportunity
Perfect for understanding
Through objective thinking
Russell Sivey
Hopeless I went to my mattress,
Started to stare at the wall,
Unawared, she got painted after all,
Tried to close my eyes,
but, her outline got materialized.
Desperate , I turned aside.
Attempted to clear my imagination,
Her inflection , got my attention,
Hurriedly I seeled my auditory,
but.. her intonation still apply,
Wretched, I held close cushion.
Struggled to quit my observance,
My essence , got too irascent.
Gradually my head got out of bed,
Andsaid:
You wisely accomplished what you can
but..
She'll never ever fractionally comprehend.
Poem: I need you
Mom, you’ve left us so unexpected
Since then, I feel nothing inside
You were my shadow
Now you’re gone, I feel so hollow
I admit,
when I write these lines,
I’m emotionally scarred
People say it is very evident from eyes
I hate to tell lie,
These emotions are real,
Let me, paint the picture for you,
how I feel inside my mind.
I’m trapped here, I need to release
Being vulnerable is so hard to comprehend
Pain is a prison for me, it looks like there is no end
I’m not here for people; to please
I’ve realized, at some point in life
people will always leave.
Now, I live on the dark side
So much self-consumed by the fear,
that has comfortably got settled in my mind
you left us so unexpected,
we were waiting for your recovery
but life played a game of treachery
every time I heard the door-bell,
I run to window-side
Coz you’ve kept us at the window, waiting for you
believe me, there’s no secret
I wish, when my mom took the last breath
I should have been there, that’s the only regret
I still feel like, I’m dreaming
It’s hard to comprehend the fact that,
you are not here anymore
I was too young to understand that,
When your soul departure to home-of-God, oh Lord!
I’ve lost the old me
I’m bleeding to death, with the holes in my chest
I’m living with regret;
I don’t trust the thing beating inside my chest
It’s harder to face this all alone
These thoughts make me feel captivated
I don’t want to feel this way,
I’m always aggravated
These emotions are automated.
I wish someday,
I wake up and I’m able to get rid of this burden
I’m a perfect definition of wreck-soul
In our last conversation, sitting in the bedroom
We talked about career and life,
I remember you told me,
” If I’m gone, son: strive hard to make your life”.
I’ll be your guardian angel, to protect you from any harm
We’ll meet in your dreams, and I’ll keep you warm
I was crying my eyes out, that kid was feeling pitiful
Now, this relationship is something
we will never have,
It’s not funny, it’s hard for me to grasp
It took me everything- not to scream at your funeral
It hit my brain, especially the frontal
I need you; I need you, mom
I cannot face this alone
© -Vishal Singh.
Comprehend
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you,
only if you have a mind !
A redolence to perceive,
melody to comprehend,
brush to the soul's eternal truth,
beauty to an eye's content !
Written July 26th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
On line 7- Rumi
For contest "Complete six lines" by Nette
I don’t comprehend why
Human beings cannot get along
Why can’t they play and sing the same song
Of Peace and Love together? Why, Why?
Why human beings are killing each other
In the streets, the straits, the strips and on the river
Of life? Our stay on Earth is so short, too short
Why is somebody bombing the sea and the main port
Which leads to the avenue of reconciliation and peace
Why can’t each of us be happy with a piece
Of the pie? Why are we killing each other
Over nonsense and things that we didn’t bring over
Over here and over there?
I tried, tried to comprehend but I can no longer bear
This and that, these and those. I cannot understand why
Why some groups want the whole pie?
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Look, love.
You're an
Enemy.
Its as
Simple as
That.
What helps
Is the
Hatred, the
Venom, the
Cruelty.
All from
Your mouth.
Not an
Excuse,
A reality.
Of how
Awful
You are
As well.
I wish that we had some understanding on a subject
For Pete's sake because he's tired of explaining himself
To dim-witted losers who call themselves philosophers
I wish that if you speak, convey where your words come from or better yet,
Where mine come from
Every time I open my mouth you hear the sounds
But never realize why the noise is made
You make me believe that hearing is lost in the world
Or maybe the world was lost to non-hearing
However your handicaps may be,
Capitalize on the fact that there's too much wax
Not enough cleaning aids
Earwax can prevent hearing
So I'll shout this "BEFORE YOU CAN RECITE, CHECK ALL SOURCES FOR THE
APPROPRIATE TERMS OR MEANING, YOU'LL GET EVERYONE CONFUSED BUT MOST
IMPORTANTLY YOURSELF BY MEANS OF SHEER STUPIDITY"
Now since I'm calm, lets revisit the issue at hand
Unless the government is paying anyone monthly for being deaf
Let us hear and see correctly,
Remind our self that major dilemmas in the Universe occurs due to lack of
understanding or,
Lack of trying to understand
Of the millions
Of stars out there
Expanding,
Stretching time,
Described by numbers
That mesmerise-
Larger than the
Universal Container
Of all comprehension
And light-
Near one, are cares!
Of the billions
Of cares on there-
Nothing but Nothing
Compares, in a
Pivotal moment,
To a single one’s
Despair!
Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox!
While inside me noggin legions
of monstrous demons abhor
protest being force fed
arcane and obscure
assaying into religious dogma
hence mind chatter goes full bore
thus crafting poem quite a difficult chore,
one lightweight bag of bones
basketcase weave gotta deplore,
nevertheless mine tincup rattled
courtesy garden variety eyesore
athwart slip stream
of space/time continuum
twenty two minus
seven years and fourscore
orbitz around black hole sun
scattering cremains galore
camouflage ashes colored like hoar.
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Matthew Scott's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!
My mother my everything so rare
Like a diamond blooming with pure love
Not to be compared to or bargained for
A very precious and priceless gem
My life giver right from the womb
Before existence even now and forever
A leaning shoulder in times of despair.
My mother my redeemer in times of loses
Comforts with her rejuvenating speeches
Picks me up from nothing to everything
Giving me awareness and insight to thrive
Without hesitating or fear of the unknown
My mantle of grace in all dealings and wins
My anchor in all realms of possession and actions.
My mother my warrior warring my adversary
Leading me to victory over all obstacles easily
The remedy for all my illness or complaint
Supporting without any hidden intentions or profit
Liberating me from any denial, setback and chains
Unique but meek, courageous, wise and inspirational
Words can't comprehend her attributes so enigmatic.
Whirling comprehensions
Swirled into dendrite paths
Confusing me greatly
Shook my schemata
Woods and wind blowing through brain
Howling at me, challenging beliefs
Not ready
Who would be?
No armour or sword to fight them
Caught in their frenzy I was entrapped
and engaged in spite of my soul's protest.
You can't forget your grudges,
Without taking full revenge on the offender!
Believe me, he will be very happy
If it can keep you awake.
You know what if not with us,
Then you went against all of us.
And you will see with your own eyes,
What happens to those who betray.
I only exist here,
And I live for movement.
A fiery mixture is burning in me,
She's calling me to battle.
I don't want to be able to forgive,
And my memory is excellent.
I will break the seventh seal,
And I will give myself to the element of anger.
I hover on the edge, so I live.
No one knows my secret.
I'll fall with you in the grass,
I'll burn you by accident.
One day I'll tell you my secrets
And don't be afraid of me at that moment.
I will open a window to you in my soul
To you the true me comprehend.
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