Best Misinterpreting Poems

Over recent months I’ve had trouble with my hearing…
Misinterpreting what is being said isn’t so endearing


Take a step back and think of all the things you would miss if you couldn’t hear at all

The list is endless but here are a few I came up...

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Rhythms of pulses echo in souls, augmenting tenor of love song,
Reminiscing in sanctuary of life, together they shared for long;
Yet, memories sadly clamor aloud, since the day she’s been gone,
Of nightmares that cruelly shattered, dreams of their avid dawn.

Her unwritten absence now perturbs in void...

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I'm torn in poetry ~ 
like a fractured syllable 
scattered across 
altars of glistening gold, 
mirroring the maskless faces 
of those, who once 
sold their sanctity for sins. 
Perhaps, there's a
cursed moonlight, 
to which I'll tie 
the champagne mists
of my last summer roses 
and roar...

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 From the moment we met
he'd treated me like a princess
I was young and naive
flattered by his attention,
misinterpreting it as a forever love
 
Mum took an instant dislike to him
She said he was like a chameleon
and I should be wary of his dark side
but I...

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I know I have been on repeat for 15 years
 I lost all my originality when I was sick and stolen from
  My guess is it poured out along with my soul and fears 
 chasing after my sanity as it flowed away in...

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computing darkness,authentic brain;
you are so experimental in sadness:
you find new ways to make yourself sad,
you lecture without notes.
we are creative students stranded
in a boring hall,boring teachers,
only the subject interests us
yet we end up learning only
through the way of misinterpreting
and coming to know from other arts
to...

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Love is like a board game; 
One where the rules are complex 
There is no right move 
Where to go to next. 

Love is like a board game;
As it goes on you realise
You don't really understand the rules
But try play anyway.

Love is like a board...

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WRITING GAME IS ON 

Part 2

This is from, the divine consciousness communicating, but you are misinterpreting?
Hits like a sting from an insect with wings always on target,
You know I have the advantage, this is an avalanche that will put ya in a trance,
Advanced Freelance enhanced...

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Oh, that I were perfect
Full of endless love and compassion
Empathetically embracing charity
Giving selflessly from the depths of my soul.
Loving and forgiving painlessly, wisely
Enduring all manner of evil without hatred
Without complaint
Without anger 
Always…
Forever forsaking faults
Free of revengeful inklings.
Never dreaming of another’s calamity.
Never dwelling on ill wishes.
Never...

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Blow me away such a vision of day
I can't get you out of my mind.
I live on the edge, just to live on the edge,
and find that you're not by my side.
Good thing I left you when I was alone
or else I'd remember the love...

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Preface:
Aye do attest
that poetry may not be best
to express whoosh to chest

git a lee till bitta chump change
boot an overpowering literary force
   to pocket earning for a grange
(hmm...who knows maybe 

   formerly owned by Jessica Lange
thence might be within my financial...

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When accidental 
auroras stroll along 
the pale highlights of
camouflaging corpses
and death blossoms
in vulturous hearts of 
dreadful puppets, 
she always holds
pixie dusts of 
strawberry seeds within 
october's obsidian quartz. 

Gaze beyond those
glass-stitched horizons, 
as she cracks the 
carmine cocoon of 
judgemental juxtapositions 
and transforms 
carbon-coated 
milliseconds...

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The look on her face 
Told it all... 
She made me know 
That it's not 'seresere' 
I wasn't joking as well 
Then 
Two don cut four... 

I pouted 
I hissed 
I was pissed... 
Surely boys are not smiling.... 

The reason was one 
Misunderstanding... 
Misjudgment... 
Mistaking......

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Fantasies of a delinquent mind, 
Nightmares turned into reality. 
Unable to runaway from an, 
Entire life followed by tragedy. 

A neurotic mind has become an, 
Incubator of anxiety. 
Forever living in solitude, 
Nourishing thoughts of insanity. 

A blossoming friendship with chaos, 
Life eluded by tranquility....

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Momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday 
during month of May
can be traced back 
to ancient Greeks and Romans
devotional festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”

Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann...

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