Best Misleads Poems
My heart is yours
For what its worth
It beautiful and cruel
and it misleads many with lovers eyes
to follow what they believe are stars in the night
Like fairys dancing in the dark
It will lure you in with shining lights
And goad you into a taste
Of wine posined with a bit of lust
Fully believing that you are in love
It will take you by the hand
And drag you to the rocky cliffs
Convince you you'll want to take a swim
Breathing in the salty taste
You wont realize that as time passes
Your only wasting away
It will tell you sweet lies
They mean nothing of the truth
Though it may perhaps care
Its only infatuated with you
It will tell you that you have wings
And push you to fly to the heavens
But when you spread your arms to soar
You'll realize that is was just a fake image
It will hold you gently
Like an andaconda in a dream
Feasting like a carnivor
Silencing your scream
You'll find that you are trapped
With no way to be released
Until it wakes from its dream
- Until it wakes from its dream
If you want it you can have it
Though it will only be on lend
My heart is yours
For whats its worth
Remember I warned you my friend
Categories:
misleads, valentines day, heart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
"Dreams do this, Catcher"
mystery in the heart
misleads the kiss
the kiss bleeds
like a somersault
backwards
into the comfort
of the dream
we find hidden notes
written in the music
we miss the heart’s
true translation
we turn the page
we get down
on our knees
too late the prayers
are taken in the plate
alms waiving
backstop
out of the park
the soft fall
shot hard
left field
right field
catcher
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
misleads, dream, muse, mystery,
Form:
Narrative
To me, yea, Iris is invisible,
The scent of yours all pervading,
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes,
That gives light to me,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
With sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
Displaying rainbow colors
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
Those eyes break of the day.
I see a heart full of love,
With the gentleness of a dove,
Feel in her eyes March,
September in her heart.
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Fourth Place Win
Contest: Convert a song into lyric by Giorgio V.
*This is the revision of my Poem entitled "Break of the Day" posted on this site in 2005 based on Elton John's Amoreena. Actually it was dedicated to a Denmark Beauty.
**The fleur-de-lis is a stylized lily (in French, fleur means flower, and lis means lily) or
iris
Categories:
misleads, love, romantic, daffodils,
Form:
Free verse
Wafting in the air,sweet scent of your soul,
Like a garden of lilac shrub and sweet pea;
Exuding my path, deodorant of your whole,
Like the path of African civet cat or hill
Of scent-born-beetles. You are not afar,
Your beacon,your sweet aroma is distinct;
Yours is not red-herring,but a sun’s compass;
Ageless trajectory that never misleads .
I am close,nearer than phalanges to metacarpus;
The scent of your soul,beam of light to my sight,
The scent of your soul,eternal buoy in my life ocean;
You are the mouth, I am the hand; in sun and in shade,
Does hand miss its journey to the mouth? Does hen
Miss its path to the brood?When horse comes to stable,
It does not need the bridle ; often in hide and seek,
Romeo knows where Juliet is. The scent of your soul,
Like the moon in the sky,which hand can shroud?
The scent of your soul, effulgence of the sun,
Which curtain can veil?When thunder sparks,
Who can extinguish its light with his breath?
Doubt not, delay not, deter not,no fissure;
Like onion’s flesh we are bound;like hunchback
Glued to the back we are locked;you wait not in vain,
Because of the scent of your soul,we shall cut cake.
Oct.12th,2014.
Categories:
misleads, addiction, identity, love,
Form:
Verse
To me, yea, Iris is invisible,
the scent of yours all pervading,
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes,
that gives light to me,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
with sword-shaped leaves,
Showy coloured flowers,
displaying rainbow colours
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
those eyes, break of the day.
I see a heart full of love,
with the gentleness of a dove,
Feel in her eyes March,
September in her heart.
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Seventh Place win in
Contest: My first (second) poem on the soup by P.D.
The Poem was posted on 16-6-2005, the day I joined the PS. The first being Sonnet
written in Optimist Park have been entered in the earlier contest. This is second poem
posted on the same day.
Categories:
misleads, love, daffodils,
Form:
Lyric
Skunk Love
Your love is a bunch of fake fraudulent misleads,
You smeared your skunky scent to soften me,
I did not want us to be foe?
'Coz I knew love fills the vacuum hurt of the past tides,
Though past can never be completely erased.
Get over it, and erase it off,
Don't bliss me with the pot of your craft,
Don't enchant me with a portrait smile on your face,
Your scent chokes me, get over it.
Categories:
misleads, abuse, allusion, break up,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
To me, yea, Iris is like bleu
The scent of yours all imbued
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes bewitched
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes of glee,
That gives light to me in turn,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
With sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
Displaying rainbow colors.
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
Eyes, break of the day, enliven.
I see a heart full of love,
With the gentleness of a dove.
Feel, in her eyes, March,
September in her heart.
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October 8, 2014 (A Repost)
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: The sweetest touches of verse by Gautami Phookan
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August 31, 2014
Form: Rhyme (Song)
Third Place win
Contest: Song:Craig Cornish
Categories:
misleads, love, song, daffodils,
Form:
Rhyme
Untitled – ‘they’ say but live in jealousy!
A world away ‘they’ say
And out of reach ‘they’ preach
‘They’ say I have too many dreams
‘They’ believe I am just a dreamer
‘They’ say I need to wake
For ‘they believe’ to have dreams are the sins of a saint.
‘They’ believe and ‘they’ say
The biggest mistakes are to believe
And to see your destiny
‘They’ say this is a saint’s naivety.
But ‘they’ disbelieve
‘They’ have little faith
If you will a selfish heart?
For within their jealousy and envy
‘They’ reside within the spirit of the dark.
For ‘they’ are heartless without a heartbeat,
Just a silence in the darkness that waits and bleeds
For their evil consumes, misleads and controls
For ‘they’ are eternally lost
‘They’ have no dreams
‘They’ are just an entity with a broken soul.
Categories:
misleads, betrayal,
Form:
Cinquain
Poem for Paris
People are crying, the world is wearing black
why so much hate and massive attacks?
We cannot understand and explain it all
We should open hearts and not build walls
We have to plant love and raise good feelings
We are all the same, we are all human beings
Through love and tolerance, wars may cease
We just need love, the world craves peace
We have to help now the one who cries
no matter their skin, the color of their eyes
who says segregation is a solution, misleads and lies
Upon the life that fades and flickers and dies
We all have blood and feelings and heart
We have to hold hands, not to be set apart
It is life, we are people, it is real, not a game
We are humans, we have to know we are all the same?
Categories:
misleads, racism,
Form:
Bio
I descended the wretched trench of lies with willing defeat,
My heart severed too many times to ever even care
Of what horrors lay beneath
I face the unknown with a corrupt thirst
I have seen these familiar twisted faces,
And I greed for their ends—for the cease of their cries,
Longing for my vengeful rise
Too long I have felt the devastation of death entwining with my soul,
Too long have I tasted the heat of unimaginable, unbearable downfall
In the torment of screams,
My mind claws in desperation
To silence the never-ending agony,
The burning of unmerciful cataclysm
Claws made of frozen souls grip my own
Reaching in, extracting my life—I rip myself to shreds
I dance the Devil's dance to the song of weeping angels
With the sheltered moon bleeding plagues
Chaos and Havoc play upon my heart
Where have I let myself descend?
To the ends abstracting Happiness,
To the cruel tail whipping sorrows to Rage,
This madness inflicted sprouted from the Guilt of Failure,
Tell me, why is there no chance for Redemption?
These lashes, these Scars raw in the demons’ presence
Lowered head accepts such torment as deserving
Rain sears the eyes of the weak,
Faltering trust in the wicked
Their teeth gnashing my flesh, my bones
And sorrow misleads in hopeless promises
When false light brings me to Darkness's sweet embrace
Holding fast to self-loathing
I pierce the veil,
My eyes falling upon the face of Death
Empty Horror returns its gaze to me
Maggots devouring my flesh
And suddenly the deplorable Madness is me
I, the Devourer of souls
The Harbinger of Doom
Pain and Discourse my companions
I pierce the veil
Only to find misfortune reflected
Holding me, fixedly…Darkness,
Lay me down once more upon your hidden altar
For too long have I let the earth’s Monsters feed on my heart
Too long have I held onto Hope only to watch her fester
Too long… and long enough that my webbed eyes close to the vision of Tomorrow
I clasp the vicious claws with infant hands and wail at the top of my lungs
Cutting into me, all I have ever lived for
My wail exceeds all cries,
For no matter how terrible,
No matter how deafening,
My Misery reigns supreme
-A collaboration with Rebecca Larkin-
Categories:
misleads, adventure, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Sold Out
Self! Self! “Deny self ... take up ‘my’ cross, and follow...”!?!
What is self!?! What must I deny self? Why deny self?
Self!?! Self!?! Simply Earthly Limited Focus!
Word to ponder, “The carnal man is enmity against God...”
Self! Self is corrupt, carnal, sinful, selfish, self-seeking...;
Yes, self has to be crucified, if I am to be sold-out to Christ.
Self! Self makes me lie, steal, cheat, kill, hate, curse, disobey ...;
Self! Self hinders compassion, unity, empathy, obedience, purpose.
Self! Self leads to adultery, fornication, depravity, and such like.
Self! Self angers God, grieves the Holy Spirit, ‘re-crucifies’ Christ.
Yes, self has to be crucified, if I am to be sold-out outright..
Self! Self misleads, self misdirects, self influences, self controls;
“The things that I do not want to do, those things I do...;”
Yes, self has to be crucified, if I am to be sold-out to Christ.
I must deny self! I must “Set my mind on things above...;”
I can’t let self think, can’t let self control; “As I think, so am I.”
I don’t want to be carnal, luke-warm, and be “Spewed out...”
So, self has to be crucified, if I am to be sold-out to Christ.
Self! Beloved, self must die, if my life is to have real merit.
Then, and only then, can I truly walk, in the Holy Spirit;
End
By: Dion Penville
Categories:
misleads, self,
Form:
Verse
Success is not about Excess rather Access
Day and night, Day and night.
Life is on, Life is off
take a Step and die
than Standing dead alive
the idea of a Classic example
is know where near Perfection
man's Crave sees know Grave
Those you like you surround self with,
Great!
Those you like do they like you?
Answer!
Life misleads man to think
Death is a villain
whiles the true villain Lives
Failure with little or know regret
is quite or much fulfilling
Judging the hurt of a slap by its sound,
is to say a punch can't hurt
With fun
Patience is upheld in essence,
that is to Relax
Letting-go is Success in Failure
whiles Holding-on is Failure in Success
a devil evil vil is HELL
a World fast losing its values
holds on to nothing,
all in the name of Freedom
Feeling ecstatically free here; in this world?
Wait after death to truly know
Afraid to die? Don't waste your time.
Life holds more than enough
Fear to get used to before you leakout freely,
at last
©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah
Categories:
misleads, imagination, inspirational, life, moving
Form:
Free verse
Love with nature is bliss of life,
It misleads all dread of life.
When Clouds appear in the sky,
When beautiful birds Fly.
When florets bloom and wane,
Allah can only create them again.
When sky shed tears,
Afterward rainbow appears.
Palatial buildings shift into ground,
Pond in nature Allah`s manifestations are all around.
Love with nature is bliss of life,
It misleads all dread of life.
By,
Asma Bashir
Categories:
misleads, allah, appreciation, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Liars’ Moon
Seems we’ve been friends forever.
I think you know what I feel –
That we should be together,
Because what we have is real.
This guy has come between us.
I don't know how you feel.
I’m not sure what he’s after,
But I don’t think he’s sincere.
He misleads you with laughter
To keep you from hearing clear,
And blinds your eyes with stardust.
He’s somebody you should fear.
Chorus:
He flatters you with practiced lies
Meant to entice and thrill.
He admits nothing, only implies--
Luring you into his will.
His cold-hearted kisses, and his Pied-Piper's tune,
Are just sunshine promises beneath a Liars' Moon.
I want you to consider
What each of us means to you.
Who should be in your future,
And who wants the best for you.
Who you can really count on;
Who'll be your truest true-blue.
Categories:
misleads, anxiety, dedication, friendship, jealousy,
Form:
Lyric
" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and temperate"
- William Shakespeare
His question ponders through my mind
For he claimed how thou art more beautiful than thee
Enchanting summer with its mother; the sun
For thou are indeed my guide
Thou art my sun that never misleads
Thou art the one person I shan't leave
And shan't wish to be gone by the morning's rise
O treasure deep within my soul
Beam so strong to enlighten my days
Art thou hearing the wonderful tune?
Playing so softly with the rise of the light
But then again thou art brighter than the sun
Thou art the glass of pure water
Emerging from the steep, creamy waterfall
Gleaming sparks attached to your white neck
Purifying the light touching your skin
" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Nay, for thou art more beautiful than a summer's day
For if I do compare
The sun shall melt and the wind shall be amazed
By the beauty thou behold
Embedded deep within your soul
Beauty isn't only from the outside, but from the inside; within a soul,
For the outside might just be a disguise, to simply foul one into ambuscades
Categories:
misleads, allegory, introspection, mother, people,
Form:
Free verse