Best Comprehension Poems
She sat in the moonlight, her back to the bay,
Absorbed in thoughts of her own destruction.
A fortnight ago she had come to the rock;
At the break in the surf where the eddies pooled -
A night set afire by a bright blue moon.
As the surge crashed the rocks, the mist wet her face;
The dampness of the sea, like a petrichor.
Something other than the real presence of life;
A spirit or embodiment she could feel.
As she leaned into the soft spray of the sea,
She made out his form moving slowly towards her -
Not making a sound, like a leaf in the wind.
Sensing love beyond mortal comprehension,
She was drawn, into his embrace of passion.
Her mind whirled in the rapture of the moment,
As she was drawn ever further to his arms.
Voices like angels echoed on the seashore;
As the Heaven's grew brighter, she kissed his lips
Swaying in the endearment of her pleasure,
Giving a way to an enchantment unheard.
The surf splashed on the soft, wet sands, sending waves,
Over the water's bottom in rounded shapes.
What was unsaid more than spoke volumes that eve,
Eyes though unseen, peered deeply into her heart.
This strange man from perhaps yet another world,
Giving vent to a love, she cannot fathom.
An apparition lovely, yet sinister;
A figment in the night without any form.
Why was it she who stumbled, and found new love;
Was this a ghost of her imagination?
Yet somehow she feels his soft, warm embraces;
Somehow she could sense an omnipotent love.
He is her confidente, soulmate, new age friend;
She could never escape from these bonds so strong.
The sea stings her face, salt sends tears to her eyes.
She faces the moon, sees the smile on his face.
She knows now her destiny - what she must do;
Holding his hand they'll walk as one to the sea.
All poems are unfinished
Only those in sonnet are finished
Completed, done, and terminated
A poem can still be edited
Revised, retouched and rewritten
A poem is a powerful tool or weapon
Leave alone my unfinished poems
These are my spices, my stars, my emblems
You don't understand their symbols
And the words used to fill up the bowls
You just have to read my poems ten times
To fully comprehend them. Ignore the rhymes
To pay more attention to the vernacular
They are not bizarre; they are just particular
They are not regular; they are unfinished
They are not strange, they are simple. Kabish!
Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Acceptance of the truth
Heard it, comprehended
Tears eluded, insisted on suppression
Ascended to above it, insisted on overcoming
Realized and harnessed my inner power
Refused to be a victim
Empowered by recognition
This was all my doing
Inhale release it
Can get pass this
A blessing but mostly a lesson
A shaper of future choices
The fact is… it’s cherished
This experience so beautiful and heart wrenching
Like the sunset breathtaking but fleeting
Captured in my mind eyes
Stored in the special compartment of the heart
Remove the once shiny crown for now it was tarnished
Bitter, sweet experience cherished
Just before joining the military. TF
In this life of ours...
we will always be presented with images,
which will stir those inner sensations
which may,
sometimes confuse our interpretation of them...
only a certain inner strength
will translate our understanding.....
In the age of moonfall it just dawned on me: he's the rising sun
Listen to the music,
That plays in everyday.
Dance, sing, and use it,
Because we have no words to say.
How we feel or what we are
Just things we can't explain
But the music isn't so very far
And its what keeps this world sane.
He was untamed by human nature,
wild as a lion and fierce as a wolf.
Not carrying any instinct other than
intense cruelty,
he kept his brutality for safekeeping.
Like an undomesticated cat he roamed
the streets at night searching for what
seemed to be his prey.
Like a chameleon during the day he
seemed like a soul searching for
redemption,
but that was always his weak style.
He thought strength was found in
words spoken out of disrespect.
Antagonized women for pleasure
hoping he would find one to take
home without mercy.
Seeking something out of life
other than affection he made
connections with the only ones
in mankind that were savage and
fearless.
Violence was the only way he
knew how to interact with others
and the rage in his essence seemed
so sadistic he didn’t love even
if he could.
His youth was a sad one to say
the least.
Never was taught the difference
between righteousness and
wrong transgressions.
So he grew to be a man filled
with a temperament of disregard
for the safety of those around him.
One night feeling invincible he
strolled once again with too much
pride.
Encountered a woman from his past
that he treated with misconduct.
He was never found again.
Feral Contest
August 6, 2018
How does one consolidate such great feeling,
Such knowledge, such powerful, almost frightful thought?
Those passionate notions
That I am sudden to see
Unconscious revelations
Making themselves known
How has it then made itself known to me, to you, and all others
And yet, has failed to be seen to the one that truly matters
The one that will make it all better
Does he see it and scoff?
Does she close her ears to the compositions of your life?
I’ve known many deaf to such arts
I will know many more in the years to come
And of course, I am left to see your deep lakes of pains
I get it—I want to be known and plunged into
To be discovered beneath the wailing surface
Into the depths of deeper comprehension
And I want every single drop to matter
To the one that will make it all better
To the one who believes in the purpose of words
I have tried to muster such a brilliance for years,
And more so to recapture your curiosity for my existence
While the natural, bloodless pains seep into every wrong region
Eyes closing with disgust and misinterpretation
Shaming the one and only confidence “a poem” has earned
Could you not even acknowledge at least, my struggle?
Could you not admire the work, the effort, the sweat of futile determination?
Would you dare even drink from it,
From the poison of bitterest truth?
6/25/18
4:00AM
Everybody is destroying Haiti
Please stop, stop, and quit. Give the country
A rich autumn. Too many bandits, vandals
Too many thefts, lootings, too many crises and scandals
On this impoverished and exploited island
Give Haiti a chance to be and live better. Give our Land
A break with too much crimes, violence and injustice
Haiti needs real peace, real love and real justice
Why are all of you hurting Haiti so bad?
Haitians, please stop being so sad and mad
Haiti needs everybody's love and compassion
Please help Haiti in this time of destruction
Hate only knows how to burn, kill and destroy
Stop the rancor, put out the fire and bring joy
Haitians, wake-up to a new beginning and era
Get rid of the bad seeds and unite with the Diaspora
Unite to fight against corruption and waste of the aids
Be positive! Be ready to get rid of all sorts of plagues
Please stop the violence and use sheer common sense
Haiti needs a new and better season, a divine weapon
To defeat death itself, bad administration and corruption
Haitians, help our nation to be an oasis, a starry beacon
Unite to be better! Unite to help each other and to dance
Put more spices in the melting pot and spray more incense
Unite in this time of crisis; and reject death and violence.
Copyright © September 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
It is a special mention,
comprehension removes tension.
A well bring forth nutritious water for nourishment. A mothers breasts warm comfort to a baby to lay head and rest; after the hunger cured by the warm fresh milk from her breast. It only cross most minds the significance of the simple things we conceive as automatic which exist in our lives; until they're missing and we're in need but they're no longer there. Appreciation and gratitude mixed in our sorrows of longing want for the comfort in our memory that was formally there. Even a replacement don't meet the qualifications of the exact comfort we're reminiscing of the thing or person we miss. A lovers comfort and intimacy, a friends years of knowing one another and proven trustworthy valued dependability, family blood relations and ties that bind for life and create certain positive loyalties. The things or people that console the pain or aches of the soul. In this physical existence all do our best to keep happiness and our well being under control. Evil horrors persist through constant temptations to derail joy of our lives with complications and frustrations. Tools to endure and overcome all discomfort when sinful storms grow cold and become harsh are genetically imbedded in our DNA. Blessed in the beginning by the origin of creation knowing B-4hand all situations and circumstances that would occur. Bless with comprehension to comfort and cure our own hurt and others. Ameem….
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BEYOND ALL COMPREHENSION
By Roy Merritt
(A dated poem since Michele Bachmann is thankfully no longer in Congress)
I heard some news today
That promptly grabbed my attention
News beyond all belief
Beyond all comprehension
What might it be you say
What could cause me such distress
What could be just so unnerving
Leave me near mad more or less
But I’m sure if you gave it some thought
Pondered on it for a bit
You would certainly agree with me
You might even have a fit
The world has turned upside down
This news I cannot handle
Seems they’ve just appointed
Michele Bachman to the Intelligence Panel
How ironic is this
How foolish and truly inane
For we all should certainly know
This woman is quite insane
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.
COMPREHENSION
an assertive
dimension
so contemporary
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mobility
a vision
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in
an
optimistic
conscious ness
with
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afirmation
of an
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strugglea
to envision
creativity
agony & doubt
in a
predicament
a quest
of symbolic
theme
in
an
expression
of intuition
Depression kills
Real lives.
Depression steals
Real lives.
Self-punishment
Is not the answer.
Self-fulfillment
Is the profound desire
To love oneself, to be proud,
To hope and to cry out loud
That happiness and success
Are waiting near the corner.
Suicide is evidently not the answer.
Joy can neutralize anxiety, anguish and anger.
Depression is a bad disease, take it seriously.
Nothing is simplistic, simple or easy
In life. Stay active, keep your mind busy;
So your spirit can soar to the moon
And come back safe and sound. Be a spoon
Full of hope, love and sweet honey
Which can tickle and energize body and soul.
Trial and error is not bad, not failure, only a fool
Will think so. The best is yet to come, tomorrow. Easy
Come, easy go, and easy know. That’s the reality
Of everyday life. Success is definitely relative.
Keep on looking forward like a stubborn bee.
Be strong and not be overly sensitive.
Be naturally optimistic. The past is full of flaws
And every day is a new season for fresh flowers.
Even when the proverbial glass is empty,
A few drops of rain may accidentally
Fill it up to the top, to the periphery,
Completely to the brim,
Obviously to the rim.
Hope is not expensive.
Everybody has hope.
Anybody can hope.
Hope is extensive.
Hope can destroy depression,
Evil or ill feelings and isolation.
Use your words to soothe the pain.
Be your best friend all the time. Be vain
To protect and to celebrate your life,
And you’ll be able to defeat any strife.
Conquer yourself, while doing so,
You’ll surely escape or defeat the undertow.
Danger is certainly everywhere.
Be attentive and be not afraid to dare.
Strike depression early to make it feeble or vincible,
As you seek more help, aid or support.
You’ll definitely be safe and untouchable,
Before the ship leaves the harbor, the port.
Danger is always lurking somewhere,
Be resilient! Suicide is not the answer.
You can defeat depression.
You can always find a solution.
Take depression seriously.
Be a spoonful of hope, self-love and sweet honey!
Copyright © January 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.