Best Misgiving Poems
I’m Pushing
I’m Pushing,
I’m pushing into shadow bringing light,
Trapped in a prison of my own misgiving,,
I am living,
But every morning I wake up tired,
Because I am pushing,
Into a kingdom that awaits me,
Into a harmony that awaits my family,
Into a compassion that awaits my society,
I am pushing into shadow bringing light
Fighting with weapons of unconditional love,
Holding to the promise that by his stripes we are healed,
I’m pushing,
I’m tired,
But I will win,
For there is a man who holds the victory in his hand,
And he gives it to me freely,
I’m pushing,
And I will win,
Thank God!!
Categories:
misgiving, endurance, faith,
Form:
Blank verse
Do you ever think of the good ole days,
And what they really were?
Such peace and understanding,
Such joy filled our hearts,
No time for demanding,
How about a game of darts?
We all pulled together,
So no ONE did all the work.
The air so much cleaner,
No one went berserk.
Now you look around you,
Only if you dare,
It seems such an issue,
Doesn’t anyone care?
But we go on living,
That’s what they call it now,
Too much a misgiving,
Makes you wonder how.
Peace on earth,
Goodwill to men,
These are just words,
That have been.
So when you wake in the morning,
And breathe in your smog,
Your tale is dragging,
No time to jog.
Just for a second,
Think about life,
Think of your children,
Don’t forget your wife.
Think about living,
The best that you can.
Think about giving,
An extra hand.
What can you do,
About things as they are?
Maybe a new muffler,
On that Junker of a car.
Maybe a smile,
Wherever you are.
I have heard it contagious,
So be careful out there,
Some think it outrageous,
To show that you care.
Lets bring back the old days,
Lets breathe again,
Lets enjoy our life,
The best that we can.
Categories:
misgiving, fantasy, happiness, history, life,
Form:
Rhyme
My heart was a mess
I was in complete distress
but I laid those thoughts to rest
and now I'm trying my best
Holding on to the memories
but never looking for more than a moment at the past
For my eyes stay forward and leave the past at my back
Stay positive, stay hopeful, don't let the world leave you a mess
I used to be afraid of failing but I'm soaring high above distress
Facing my fears head on and conquering the anxious voice inside
I ignore that bitter voice and love is all that will reside
Hate will not consume me, control me, i wont let it doom me or ever again even know me
The thoughts of depression are much more than a lesson
It taught me that happiness is where I am destined
You cannot have the good without the bad, this I know
So I'll let the sadness blanket over me like a frigid winter's snow
But I will not stay there in that deep abyss of sorrow
Because I know with sadness comes happiness and there's always tomorrow
Without sadness, happiness loses its astounding appeal
I want to experience every emotion, I want to know that it's real
To fear is not living, it only takes without giving, and the life i was living, was more than misgiving
The regrets and mistakes that I had made were all just trial and error
I will not let this depression instill me with unnecessary terror
So let's reach for the skies and break free from this awful vice
We only get one life, one chance, so let us dance away into blissful paradise
Categories:
misgiving, anxiety, depression, emotions, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
I walked on by a graveyard, very late, alone one night.
No ghosts sprung from their moldy graves: no evil ghoulish sights.
It seemed no vampires lurked about, to sip my blood like wine.
And any hulking werewolves must have previously dined.
I watched in vain for zombies, with their gruesome, bloody stares.
But they seemed to be as plentiful, as wayward teddy bears.
Yet, I would duck behind a tree, on guard quite through and through,
At every car that passed me by . . transporting who knows who?
While I recalled what mother said, no doubt with some misgiving:
It’s not the dead you have to fear . . but watch out for the living!
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
Categories:
misgiving, anxiety, death, evil, grave,
Form:
Rhyme
You’re such a nasty bugger,
You slumming, scheming lout,
No conscience or misgiving,
No arguing about!
And when next time I see you,
Sucking on the poor, I’ll give to
You no quarter, you shameless
Writhing whore.
To you people are just profits,
You stinking rotten rat,
I’d love to squash your laurels
With my old ash cricket bat!
Drugs are for the sick, not
For pockets to be lined,
To be in this type of business,
You really must be kind
So take your profit margins
And income streams and like,
And point yourself at nearest cliff
While tied on to your bike
HURRAH!
Categories:
misgiving, anger, humanity, humor, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
HARRYSAURUS
(Limerick)
Lost within the realm of modern living
Simple tasks of electronics unforgiving
Wasted upon the keyboard
An unique energy fraud
A life in truth of realistic misgiving.
WHY
(Haiku)
Incompatible
Left behind a historic...
Nature’s dinosaur.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
misgiving, funny,
Form:
Limerick
written months ago commemorating
the graduation from a vaunted charter school
in Bend, Oregon of thy lovely youngest,
this papa could not attend -
geographical distance constituting the primary determinant.
* * * * * *
Soundcloud springboard no matter
what destiny each young man or woman
decides to pursue. Though accolades dedicated
genuinely (just my outlying participation)
special veneration x2c accorded beautiful
radiant daughter ecstatic gloating honestly jubilant
kindred made noble perseverance reaching
the ultimate write x zit that will usher her
onward toward opportunities sustained
by confidence gained thru academic ambition,
dynamic dedication, and gigantic germination
of maturation, whose individual future
* * * * * *
trajectory predicated with the rubric of essential
scholastic tools essential to gain positive
further education and thence employment endeavors.
So Punim (whom this papa does
love and miss) attempted to let the words
tumble upon the display screen communicating
in my patois, (a gallimaufry of mumbo jumbo
shrimp limp ping missive) at your success
attaining a laudable momentous occasion per
rejoicing, no matter the message possibly
lost amidst this cobbled gobbledygook,
which attempts to pass as acclaimed literary
endeavor. Okay, I experience tears of euphoria
and misgiving at lack of finances to share
in person how this dada daubs dribbling
tears ducts. Congratulations thy beloved Shana.
Categories:
misgiving, age, angel, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Elegy
By Buffs and shrugs experts revive the dead
detect means of two worlds how spread
they call the being extraterrestrial living
looking for water in space with misgiving
Depict art sign's formed by ancient designs
laid there for centuries among pines
having textural and deep meaning
still thou scientists search by screening
Ancient Paradise i call for thou art skewed slantwise
an sought to show us a future advice
tho' myth still exists in thee
from about there i buy my fee
Categories:
misgiving, history,
Form:
Elegy
Ill will
Hatred
Malignant
Malign
Malicious
Spiteful
Dirt under feet
Have tried
Have cried
The woes
The strife
The sleepless nights
Haunting thoughts
Of no one there
Fills the air
Something of sorrow
Today and tomorrow
Where do we borrow
Hearts not made of sorrow
Life that's not hollow
Or made to wallow
Misjudge
Mislabel
Misgiving
Misfortune
The dead and
The living
Kicked when down
It's all around
The cycle is long
And overdue to end
It just takes a moment
Humanity
My friends
04/19/11
D.C.
Categories:
misgiving, abuse, spoken word,
Form:
Lyric
Flowing from sad eyes, weeping while mourning
Rivers of tears caused by words of lewd scorning
Angry insults inflict wounds too painful to abide
Garnering grief that no gentle person could hide
Imagine the suffering vile contentions can start
Lamentable lacerations that pierce a fragile heart
Emotional bruises often tear relationships apart
How can sensitive people protect themselves?
Encourage them to look within, where valor delves
Allow no bitter words to be the cause of misgiving
Restraint of an evil tongue would need no forgiving
Take these admonishing phrases into consideration
Safeguard fragile hearts with benevolent veneration
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October 15, 2016 * Acrostic Contest * Sponsored by John Hamilton
Categories:
misgiving, encouraging, heart,
Form:
Acrostic
I am bound for home,
A little after midnight
After an earthly nightly owl,
Over wines, songs and dances
The wee hours till we adjourned.
While driving in a wooded area
When a sudden downpour
With a big thunder climaxed me around
With total darkness and a blackout prevailed
Then, my car slowed to a stop
And stranded in the middle of nowhere
Oh, I have an empty fuel, my goodness!
This very untimely and unfortunate
Opportune misgiving on my part!
Thinking of some of my remedial intuitions
My cell phone is dead!
At last, a car light at my back
Perhaps a law enforcer
Or, maybe somebody came to a rescue
A loud knock at my left window
Pointing my flashlight where the knock came
I saw a… lady in a white gown smiling at me!!
Dalila Agtani 4/26/12
Entered in a contest:
Sponsor Gail Doyle
Contest Name: Stranded
Categories:
misgiving, fear, car,
Form:
Free verse
While writing about the History of Jazz Music in verse , I got the idea for composing this
fictitious poem ! I hope the readers will like it !
Harlem Blues !
Lingering perfumes float through the night air ,
Life was a drudgery for him and no one cared !
With neon lights blinking and flashing every-
where !
The jazz band in the saloon played a soft tune ,
And the lady there sang the blues and also
crooned !
Now the solitude of the night gets to him ,
As he drops down into a corner seat where lights
are rather dim !
Signals the waiter as he lights his cigar ,
And orders a large whiskey and soda , having
come down so far !
He remains enthralled by the lone singer’s
voice ,
He must spend this ‘blue night’ all alone , -
since he had no other choice !
The singer now comes pretty close to him ,
And he could see her white teeth dazzle and
gleam !
But when he looked into those dark eye lashes , -
Sad memories form the past before his eyes
flashes !
He had been a clarinet player of some renown ,
But his wife couldn’t tolerate its piping sound !
His habit of playing his pipe at mid-night hours ,
Made her to desert him for their marriage had
gone sour !
The blue notes in the saloon soon comes to an
end ,
But the music goes on simply to entertain !
The singer now invites this loner to her room ,
He accompanies - trying to forget his loneliness
and gloom !
She pours out two drinks in her upstairs room ,
And places his head gently between her bosom , -
Which makes him to swoon !
The ‘blue notes’ still plays on in his mind ,
It is then when she pulls out a clarinet form
behind !
Seeing him surprised - she laughs out loud ,
He stares at the clarinet with misgiving and doubt !
“Don’t worry darling I had met you wife ,
She had shown me your picture and told me about
your life !
From my childhood days I had loved the clarinet ,
It turns me on before I go to bed !
So play the pipe gently as I get into my slip-on ,
And we shall make love right into the morn !”
He picked up the clarinet and played ‘the blues’
so tender and so light , -
The music echoed through the lonely Harlem
night....... !
- Raj Nandy
New Delhi
Categories:
misgiving, imagination, musicme, night, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
I am yours not a fate,
You are mine just a date.
We would better say: Whatever?
Nothing lasts forever.
Life is worth living
without any misgiving.
Nevertheless I say: Take care!
In your heart be fair.
Though love didn’t come,
but you were a charm.
You were only my passion,
my confusion, my obsession.
We can not be together
whether bad or good weather.
I am yours not a fate,
You are mine just a date.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
Categories:
misgiving, life, love, passion, ,
Form:
Free verse
When you’re shaken and stirred by your love for another
And the song of the heart sends the head to the nether
When you clean all the grim off the hope to discover
The pale ghostly figure of a once strong lover
Standing over your shoulder and in the path before yer
All the words that was spent, all the touches too
How the blood pays the rent when the heart’s overdue
How the future’s forgotten when the past clutches you
How temperament is timed to the reenactments untrue
In the old habitual view of the beacons in the blue
All the wistful dreams admired in the over-exposed night
Secretly mishandled in the darkening morning light
Brilliantly disguised amidst the many a broken right
All pent up, packed and unboxed at heart’s aching sight
For the hard-eyed delight of which no ashes reignite
It’s a curled lip glossy spread and a pout at the ghost
It’s a damaged motor chanting on the road to the coast
Where lone-isle weary figures are cloaked standing on post
Claiming their measure, their misgiving, their bitter boast
About the thieving dream-host to whom they gave their heart most
Categories:
misgiving, angst, depression, devotion, life,
Form:
Free verse
The labels you give me
are only for you
I'm only me
see that much is true
There is hatred,
misgiving, for this
all to be
leave the bully to blame
If I could be me
The rudeness,
the nasty
weren't they once
like me
leave the judgment aside
just let me be
"The binary gender can not describe me.
I may be both, all, none, another, or beyond."
Categories:
misgiving, anti bullying,
Form:
Choka