Best Misconstrue Poems

Take from me that which you will
Those things that I possess
Strip from me the trinkets
That speak of my success

Look at me with jaundiced eye
With disdain on your face
Treat me as subordinate
Keep me in my place

Speak to me with vitriol
Mock my point of view
Contradict my every...

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Color me blue
As I think of you
A love once true
Has lost its radiant hue

Tomorrow I begin anew
How?  I haven't a clue
A love once true
Has now faded blue

Where is the joy we knew
Happiness that grew
A love once true
It's gone; it flew

I know we're through
All around...

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Love
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Love approaches and does not scare.
Love bears and does not let go.
Love cares and does not shrink.
Love declares and does not shun.
Love establishes and does not tear down.
Love forgives and does not remind.
Love gives and does not expect....

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Poe laid flowers on her grave
    His lost Lenore
    One he’d love forevermore 
    But doomed to see her nevermore

Storm clouds expelled true daylight
     Yet near her grave on a dead oak...

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Some painters challenge us with art abstract
We study them and speculate intent
My love, he takes the short route; it’s a fact
He speaks three words, no question what he meant

The intellectuals look for new ways
To speak of love in words no one has heard
Or verse for...

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Remembering days of azure skies,
     I dream of you,
     Knowing we're through.

Cerulean thoughts impose;
     Tomorrow I'll begin anew.
     How?  I haven't a clue.

My heart's encased in cobalt walls.
...

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Knowing what she knew
she let them misconstrue
and righteous was her smile
it made her feel worthwhile
Knowing what she knew

Knowing what she'd seen
She wasn't really keen
to be played like the rest
she'd passed the hardest test
Knowing what she'd seen

Knowing what she'd heard
She kept alive the word
that gave her...

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Tell me, Sweet One, if you've the nerve,
how is it, that you love to play?
Is it warm, with a touch of verve
that softly steals the breath away,
and makes all tight resistance sway?
Whatever you say, we can do.
Come on now, you can have your way;
for, I'm...

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And so legend goes, of a daisy, not a rose
of a love to behold that quickly grew cold
Etched in regret, Daisy ponders in a fret
should he return, for him would she yearn

One eve a sweet miss was given her first kiss
her heart took to flight...

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My foolish heart; I had no clue
that you could ever be untrue.
Our time was great. You can’t deny
together we were flying high!
Why did you leave? What did I do?

How did I ever misconstrue
the way you felt? The man I knew
would never want to see me...

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Sometimes my poetry flows like honey
and sometimes it's been misunderstood.
That's when I tend to find it seriously funny
that some take it personally, as if they should.

That's the way a narcissist's mind thinks.
They see themselves involved in everything...
The center of attention. The one getting winks
in every...

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You want to hear me say I’ll love you forever.
And yes, I well could say those very words to you: 
For after all, they simply state the current truth.
But at the risk of seeming callous or uncouth
They’re also words one could easily misconstrue.
And whether couched...

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As we did the month preceding 
This the next department meeting
Time and time without a reason
To be present or to listen

For there’s nothing on the floor
Beneath us different than before 
It was the last time that we met
As everybody knows and yet

Again we sit around...

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The coin snaps off the fingers
As gravity works the spin
I turn for you, flip and land
I see your patience running thin

It's heads, not what I want
So I choose tails and I choose you
Past indecision, I now confront
Our mess I must attend to

You don't need to...

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A  stunning scene. Edited for our insatiable reading pleasure.  High on a tight-rope.
The debutant wearing her 2-piece at one end. The isis general at the other.The plot is for them to tip-toe, slowly towards each other.  Marking the point where they intervene....

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