Best Misperception Poems
What is Love?
MAN I don't know!
I mean girls say it to me all the time, but I just blow off their emotions like smoke.
What is Love?
MAN I don't know!
I mean when you prove it to me the caterpillar I call my intestines goes into their Cocoon
And metamorphoses into a butterfly that in my stomach flies.
It has me feeling like a buffoon.
But I've always been misperceived by Love.
The Misperception of an ******** has me heading in the Wrong Direction.
Now I'm moving with Aggression, and Repenting for my Transgressions.
Praying for my Acceptance back into these once Promised Heavens.
And then my Phone Rings.
Hello?
The voice says, "Babe I'm Pregnant."
Damn.
How can I Accept the Present of a Baby when Love isn't even in our Presence?
All from a single 4 Letter Word with 2 Vowels and 2 Consonants.
Falsely Used
Wrongly Accused
And Considerably Abused
Categories:
misperception, love, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Written by D. W. Breidenthal
You take my breath away
I wanna stay in this entrancing paradise
I want all of the negativity to fade away
The darkness isn’t my property…I despise
Living a life that’s filled with misperception and disaster
I would love to live in the ocean’s ecstasy
That would be spectacular if we can abide in the sparkly sea
This eccentric dilemma makes your angelic features too unclear
It chills me to the bone…
My heart pounds with hope and fear… when will peace draw near
This flawless wish remains unknown
The night’s approaching…seek shelter and light
Painstaking regrets – I can’t back away from gravity’s pull
Hand me the rope and don’t bestow your burdens upon my soul
Sift away the misfortune and allow me to put up with the fight
Help me fulfill my flawless wish
And I’ll strip away your anguish
You’re a burning candle
I raise my head up from the mud
I step forward with courage that I couldn’t handle
On my own, but you stripped away the agony
Watch us grow and sprout as one flower bud!
You took my heart to a wonderful place
I wanna desert this decaying body of mine and seek you in splendid light
You forgave me for my wrongs…you thrilled me with praise
I wanna embrace the dawn’s incredible, appealing light...
Sweeping away the deploring night
It soothes my sensitive heart…dismissing my vexing misery
I have the urge to repaint the breathtaking memories I’ve spent with you
Will it scratch away the sorrow?
I have to search for shelter and burn away our calamity – slaying us with rue
Will my flawless wish store hope for tomorrow?
Categories:
misperception, absence, addiction, angel, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Hippocampus
What a memory trickling down my limbic system
Pure deep emotion released from a firing brain
Neurons transmitted untainted joy
A night dive at Stackpole Quay in Pembrokeshire
Thick wet suit in cold waters weights on the belt
No load on my shoulders apart from the aqua lung
Floating balancing below the disc of the lucid moon
Nature nurtured unburdened soul
Nearly translucent by the beam of torch in hand
A tiny Seahorse was feeding hidden by silvery rocks
Slowly nourishing its dragon like body on copepod
Swell swished a mythical world
I have jumped a stallion over fences ridden on tide-
Flooded beaches parachuted from a plane walked down
The Grand Canyon and tasted the salt of the earth
Experience cloaked human perceptions
Taj Mahal and the Sphinx Hanging Gardens in Babylon
The legendary horse at Troy Cave Art in the Drakensberg
Have left my breathless like Monet’s Garden on my travels
Camels threaded eyed needles
Yet the spiky little creature called hippocampus debunked
This human misperception that miracles and surprises
Must be larger than life in this bigger higher faster world
Seahorse and Universe are more substantial than I
18th April 2018
Categories:
misperception, life,
Form:
Free verse
One day, one day the truth shall set us free
Those cunningly told lies will be revealed
Men’s scarred characters shall be unveiled
It will be brought to the surface for all to hear and see.
On the day, the truth will shine like the morning light
Suppression and torment will be exposed and revealed
The world will see the truth, and justice will be healed
Unveiling deception, bringing darkness to flight
Night’s darkness will give way to day’s light
It will shine brightly once again, surely
To those dark rooms, corners and that alley
As all unanswered questions be put right.
Those who cried bitter tears in vain
Who were continuously tortured
Left to die, forgotten and ignored
Will be uplifted from their endless pain.
Those who once walked with a yoke of shame
Will walk with their heads held up high and tall
And their bent backs put upright, free from fall
As their slandered characters gets a new name.
Winter’s coldness will finally be proceeded by summer’s warmth
To unfreeze those endless disappointments and confusion
Liberate slavery hands of man chained in misperception
And their neglected cries, cried from their depth.
What was deceivingly known to man, as is
Will be disclosed as otherwise
As reality sprouts out and rise
To yield pure facts in splendid bliss.
Categories:
misperception, change, encouraging, hope, patriotic,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I spoke with two people at the party Saturday.
A young police officer, short-haired, fit,
chiseled face who had two young children.
He felt constrained by the law, without discretion
to question mopes (perps) aggressively
or to let go those who were obviously no threat.
Even at a family function he seemed straight-backed, correct,
devoted to his role as our protector (and his children’s)
yet I thought perhaps too deeply in debt, indentured
to the rules and laws of legislators and destined
to be disappointed (or worse). I thought his courage
and devotion (to whom or what?) would surely
be poorly repaid and that this lesson
was necessary to ready him with wisdom
for death or further living. I worried like a brother
about the unpredictable dangers, even terrors,
he must daily face, and the pleasure he takes in facing them.
How will he return to the fragility of family,
of the soul alone, after wielding the force
of the state, the blind, combined will of us all?
Next a business exec, retired from a well known
global investment firm. At first we talked about
the lush beauty of the northeast compared to the arid west
(although he loves every inch of the west, too).
Then somehow we got beyond light conversation
when he complained about the perceived decline in values
for instance how the Ten Commandments can’t be publicly
displayed. He said we can all agree on God
but I said I have a mechanistic view of the universe
(although the unknowable always sits just out of reach
of the known). I told him my dad’s theory of reincarnation,
a good man and a corporate seeker of God also, whose shoes
I could never fill unless I swore belief in a supreme being.
No hard feelings. Then he told me the story
of his dying friend, an atheist, not even a deist
like the founding fathers, who opened his eyes for the last time
to correct the exec’s misperception that now he’d meet his maker.
Having exceeded the bounds of acceptable conversation
I went looking for my children. Nothing more to question.
Categories:
misperception, brother, children, courage, death,
Form:
Free verse
Have you ever felt the time was now
To burn it all
To burn everything down
Can it suffice to say
So many ways that souls in flame
Are beautiful
Such argent tears pour forth from empty, blazing eyes
As we so desperately search to deny our own identity
Masks torn and tattered
Reveal these shattered fragments of a face still not my own
Another mask, another name, another frame of misperception
Finds direction yet unknown
And all I've ever felt was true
Now newly fades to dust before my eyes
Defined by what I see
How desperately this need for something else
Pervades the self
I've tried to see
How helplessly I've tried
to be
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~_~
The Sadness of the Sea
Categories:
misperception, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form:
Everything gone, and lost
Images, Memories, misperception
You should do better,
Echoes, jingles, cries, agony
Flashbacks!
Extreme anxiety swallows you up,
You make a choice,
Pangs of guilt, repentance,
You seek God,
Then you forget him.
You could have done better.
Regrets, consequences, it’s too late.
And there is no turning back.
Categories:
misperception, confusion, grief, heartbreak, judgement,
Form:
Prose
The root of human suffering is this
we punish ourselves
according to the evil that we see
when we have suffered enough
we say, i have suffered enough
now i can be happy
or now i will allow myself to be happy
allow
which is to say that
happiness is our natural state
so then what is this evil we see?
obviously confusion
unnatural yes violence yes
these things exist
but evil, in and of its own right
no
that is a lie, a misperception of the truth
and what is the truth
open your eyes
we punish ourselves according to the evil we see.
according to our confusion until we are clear
this is freedom from suffering.
Categories:
misperception, future, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
I'm suffocating in the darkness
blinded by misperception
trying.. so hard to escape
What do you want from me?
My mind? My body? My soul?
I turn left, looking for you still unable to see
but I feel your presence, I since your near
with panic, I turn right, I know your there
you strike me!..
on the ground, I hear the sound of your hatred
I don't deserve this!
Why am I always... always being prey'd?
Categories:
misperception, life,
Form:
Bubbles of air
Can’t you see
Straight faced
Documented memories
Lies sprinkled on truths
The misperception of dreams
Nightmares haunting
Sweaty screams
Stare away
I cannot change
Wished to
Once upon a time
Shadows and light
Toothless things bite
Laughing it off
Doesn’t mean it hurts
Any Less
Penniless
Plenty stress
Enough to go around
Given from a “have not”
Never stolen from the
“Has Enough”
Hug
Cry
Smile
Shine
Dance anyway
Be unafraid too
Making no sense
Made you
Sharing acronyms and analogies
By the bucketfuls
Been heartbroken and homeless
Been beaten and broken
Yet I shine brighter
Out in the open
My true smile no longer hides
Still sometimes afraid to cry
Because of the pain inside
That repetitively punches
My hearts face
I work hard
I play no games
Always hardly serious
Smiles hurt an acceptable pain
I let it rain
As water falls from the shower head
I dry my face
It’s how I shut it off
Do you feel
Like really really feel
What’s your deepest fear
Mines always real
Hope never fades
Met my angel
And even she prays
Mama will meet her some day
And it’ll rain again
Bring light to insane
Sharing love’s unspoken name
Daring to dream again
Shocked by awe
Heart open 24 hours
Categories:
misperception, absence, anger,
Form:
Bio
Godot had been waiting for a penultimate eternity
he had been sitting on a gossamer of misperception
like the epitome of Rodin’s thinker falling into sleep
he had to admit that the Gordian knot had opened
but only to tie the rope around his stretched neck
maybe he had not read the script carefully enough
if the mountain does not reach out for the prophet
he had to move and flee from the surreal scene
a bit incensed by the change of overpowering shift
when he tied his legendary suspense to the scaffold
the trap door opened a whole new and brave world
finally he had arrived at the portal of permanence
02nd August 2020
Categories:
misperception, celebrity,
Form:
Free verse
"Tit for that is a fair game",they say;
A tooth for another,an eye for another;
One grave to a grave; blood washes away blood!
Darkness inspires night; tears dried with tears!
It is a slap for a blow; no harm is left undealt with;
No, it's not like a Bible with slap the right,I give the left,
The misperception of "fair"
Push me into the pond,I drag you to hell;
Spill my secret, I take your nudes viral;
Snatch my man,your uterus,I evacuate;
Ruin my beauty,your life, I'll claim;
There is no fairness,no justice,
It is pain for pain, nothing else,but pain for pain;
That's tit for tat,what they say is fair.
Where would I be? Where would you be?
With all this going on around,
Hit me,I explode you;
You insult them, and they set your mansion ablaze;
This,reminds me of 8year old Jacob,
Jacob accidentally killed Malcom,
And that was the end of his life,
Jacob was sent to the farthest, thickest jungle,
The excuse being; animals lived in the wild!
Jacob was an animal.
Two sons,one mother; and the mother lost both just like that;
Tit for tat is a fair game; point at the fairness in the game!
Sin doesn't save us from sin,purity does;
Breaking my heart,me crashing more innocent hearts,
Hurting me and I, going after you, to tear you apart;
The origin of endless agony!
We learn from our masters, Christ is one,
Came down to earth,to us,in holiness,
To wash away our evil with his blood;
He could have come to avenge instead;- may be that would be the fair deal!
A deal,in which redemption would be unheard-of,
A game in which,we,all would be doomed to die.
I leave,but I say this to you;
Remain loyal to those you love, much as it seems as vanity!
They will betray and hurt you; forgive them; even when wounds still hurt,
Forgiveness is one way to healing and moving on better.
Spread love,by living with love,dying in love;
Vengeance sweeps the remains out of your sight,
Vengeance leads to war, unending!
All this,the world has labelled "fair",
Study God's word,seek to learn what he wants from a sinner,
To men,what tastes good; to God,is bitter;
Live, therefore,as God has led you;
Tit for tat is no fair game, but a fast path to ruins!
Categories:
misperception, pain,
Form:
Free verse
he looked at the gun double barreled and lean
but it was an old water pistol from his childhood
the rope around his neck had become a bunjee
and he bounced between floor boards and ceiling
the stove was a joke and fueled by laughing gas
so he giggled his epitaph and refused to inhale
Jesus had parted the waters so drowning was out
the coarse sand in his throat only made him vomit
should have filled the car tank when he had money
the garden hose was therefore absolved from misuse
an overdose of emotions failed to find rational ground
he was a loser caught between harmony and despair
‘all odds are against me and that is the story of my life’
disconnected out of control and unbearably empty
he found some old bubble gum in his treasure chest
chewed calmly and tasted cinnamon and cotton wool
‘misperception’ he cursed as the chew candy dissolved
‘should have opted for gobstoppers when I still had a choice’
‘life sucks and boiled sweets are distastefully overrated’
not fit for purpose as he failed to choke and surrender
he had be so preoccupied that he had failed to notice
a single rose that his friend had draped on the pine tree
evergreen and potent ‘maybe I barked up the wrong tree’
a heart in its bark reminded him that there was love after all
07th August 2020
Categories:
misperception, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
November 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 3-4
Key Verse – John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR LOVING US
Praise be to God for loving us amidst our:
Misery because of His mercy
Misfits through His molding
Misfortune with His magnanimity
Misperception upon His merit
Mismanagement due to His might
Misunderstanding by His mentoring
Mischief along His maneuvering
Misbehaviour by His mortification
Misdemeanor with His magnificence
Misconception because of His message
Misconduct through His monitoring
Misgiving along His ministering
John 4:10 Praise be to the Lord for
answering us with His truth while:
Nurturing our faith
Nursing our frustration
Negating our faithlessness
Nourishing our freedom’s fruitfulness
Negotiating our fears by His faithfulness
John 4:26 Praise be to the Saviour
for revealing Himself to us, so we can:
Operate on blessed opportunities
Optimize obedience beyond obstacles
Open ourselves for bestowed outreaches
Observe occupation with Biblical obligations
Offer without omission along His beneficial orders. Amen!
November 4, 2024
Categories:
misperception, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Alliteration
the reader of the stars devours the past and redresses the future
sees in crystal balls the flames at stake kindled by misperception
as slumber is kind for once I encounter the woman of my dreams
a princess no doubt a Cinderella who never wished for any shoes
they called her a witch ignoring that the gypsy had appropriated
that sinking feeling when drowned in a pond of pain and bigotry
she glows in the dark but her broomstick does not cease to the fire
propels a few Tarot cards as if to prove her guilt and kind wisdom
like a ghost of knowledge she swings on a pendulum above ashes
rises like Phoenix above mocking spectators and clutches the curtain
not a single thread of benevolence has come apart at what seems
like defeat yet carries resilience and truth for giving up is for losers
20th August 2020
Categories:
misperception, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse