Best Misspell Poems
SPELLING TEST (there are over 30 words contained within this poem that are often
misspelt by the common man)
We all do on occasion temporarily misspell.
Amateur or connoisseur of language,who can tell?
Conscientiously piece together,peculiar bits of rhyme.
Manoeuvre letters gorgeously for others to refine.
Discipline and experience,all apparent to you and me.
Pronunciation not enough to spell linguistically.
Skilful realignment of the letters needs addressed.
Paralytic implications quintessentially expressed.
A ricochet of rhythm,sabotaged in a queue of verse.
Cacophony of tone with their spellings unrehearsed.
Is your spelling kamikaze,a haemorrhaging of ink.
A karaoke nightmare,communication on the brink.
So literary geniuses,i am all apologetic.
If my utterance is rabbled and my spelling is pathetic.
You see,many words i utilize in this poem i create.
Have been misspelt for centuries,the most common is
separate
Categories:
misspell, educationwords,
Form:
Rhyme
I feel like I want to cross the boundaries with you
I feel like I want to tell you about me, my feelings about you
I feel like I need not to
Am afraid of losing you if I do so
Am afraid that I don't have that pass
Even thou you are my biggest sport to cheer
Do I have to spell correctly?
Do I have to proofread?
Or do you want me to come mispelled?
Or do you want me to keep no time?
Because I will misspell, if you want me too
Categories:
misspell, desire, fantasy, how i
Form:
Free verse
Fine Line
A fine line between madness and sane,
Sometimes I wonder which side I am playing,
The rhyming goes on, it rattles her name,
which side am I playing, sidestep the insane,
I look at the women, they don’t see me pass,
Guess I’m just made of that, see through glass,
Rhymes they keep coming, they misspell my name,
Who is that bugger, that talks in the brain?
The doctors can’t tell me, am I insane,
I break into chuckles, when I hear my name,
Too late I am doubting , the looks of disdain,
Sometimes on the one side, the other again.
24-sep-11
Nancy Jones
Contest Name Fine Line
Categories:
misspell, adventure,
Form:
Ballade
I thank all Participants in my endeavor to create a POETRYSOUP Dictionary I f YOU do not
see Your word yet Please be Patient I was not expecting such a Great response You may
send in more than one word(per : Brian Strand, Dane Ann, and Sean Kelly) Thank-YOU
Again YOUR POETRY Brother ALWAYS...HG
Coffee --- The Person Upon Whom You Cough --- Sean Kelly
Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
Hypnosis --- Your Sister Who Refuses Her Hip Operation --- Sean Kelly
Coffee --- Life's Spark Plug --- Karen O'Leary
Wallflower --- Take Five - Hand Jive --- Brian Strand
Bank Promissory Note --- My Gosh, What Tosh --- Brian Strand
Clueless --- Oh No - Clouseau --- Brian Strand
Futures Trading --- I Bet - You Sweat --- Brian Strand
Still Life --- Tableau Stage Show --- Briand Strand
Hobo --- No Bread - in Shed ---Brian Strand
Taize-Rondo --- Sung Low ---Brian Strand
Chaplin --- No Sound Around --- Brian Strand
Rsvp --- See You - Chez Nous --- Brian strand
Veni, Vedi, Vici --- Old Ode, In Code --- Brian Strand
Dear John --- Sweetheart, We Part --- Brian Strand
C A I - Misspell - Ssh Don't Tell --- Briand Strand
One Party State --- I Choose - You Loose ---Brian Strand
Conredanse --- Line Dance - In France --- Brian Strand
Democracy --- Fair Do's -You Choose --- Briand
Charleston --- Kick Feet - Off Beat ---Briand Strand
WIKIPEDIA --- Free Facts - Unpacked ---Briand Strand
Blog (1) --- Essay Today --- Brian Strand
Blog (2) --- Bio To Show --- Brian Strand
Solid State --- Opacity Capacity --- Robert A. Dufresne
Not Fit For Purpose --- Useless, I Guess --- Brian Strand
Off The Record --- You Wrote My Note --- Brian Strand
Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
Intuition --- Sat - Nav Less --- Brian Strand
Xylophone --- Music's Home --- Dane Ann
X-Ray --- Bone Inspector --- Dane Ann
Zeal --- Eagerness Squeal --- Dane Ann
Zoo --- Animal Crew --- Dane Ann
Categories:
misspell, education, family, friendship, funny
Form:
Light Verse
Hypocrites’ oath
Dirt-cheep government clinics treat death
And disease just like they are dirt and refuse
Which in a way is just about fine.
Today’s multi specialities, housing as they are ,
A subtle tree branching off into labs,
A stethoscope hanging from every crotch of its,
Pre-set to prescribe a slew of tests whether it’s
Common cold or cancer,
Ninety-year-old or tiny tot,
Sugar coating their contempt for the medically illiterate
By glorifying life and ridiculing death and selling it to us
For a vulgar price, often a fortune for a sniffles.
How would they not? When folks are willing
To sell off homesteads to treat a harmless swelling.
Here, in one such, folks sit cursing their ‘fate’ology
Before a board which says Neurology
Like the rare cucumber slice floating about
In its chic eatery’s sambhar* hot. Thinking of how, once out,
They could wear the physician’s famous name around
Like a red and yellow flower garland
Bought at the wayside stall at a price, a hundred
Times over what the farmer who grew them got .
The good old physician seems gone, genial , suave,
Sitting in his modest office, respecting your illness,
Your money and the Hippocrates’ oath more than you
Which the new crowd misspell as Hypocrites’ oath too
Not because they did not pass the spelling bee
But acquired the all important degree
And an incurable greed for money.
11th Sept 14
Form: free verse
Categories:
misspell, health,
Form:
Free verse
Named after NZ's native bird,
there's an awesome fruit, it's concurred.
Sold with a spoon, never stirred
adored in salad, so I've heard,
it sounds absurd, it sounds absurd.
Fuzzy outside, brilliant green inner,
helping to digest your dinner.
Eat it raw to make you thinner,
when you work out, makes you trimmer.
It’s a winner, it’s a winner.
Its Vitamin c keeps you well,
boosting each immunity cell.
By binding toxin’s, they expel
the illnesses we all misspell.
They way excel, they, way excel.
Kiwis are tasty raw or stewed,
consuming one improves your mood.
Enjoy one now, go on, be shrewd,
help to end the growing fruit feud
it’s a superfood, superfood.
Categories:
misspell, food, fruit, green, health,
Form:
Verse
farting sounds or not
it's confirmed passes with smell
at that time certainly
mouth of anus gets swell
causes irritation to nose
temporarily makes difficulty to dwell
under high situation
it's impossible to quell
underground system's that
it always makes compel
at market if any one leaves
something bystanders does spell
at the time of farting
for pain someone does yell
farting is indeed not bad
ever never misspell
as per bowel analysis
farting sometimes makes out gel
Categories:
misspell, funny, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Words are written down in a dictionary.
Each word makes a notable meaning.
But one word truly outshines...
Incomparable than any adjective word,
You can use this most beautiful verb.
Oh it can also be the most exquisite noun!
Do you know how does this word pronounce?
Trembles and thrills can be described
in a most figurative way of speech.
As you started to be poetic
to write this subject verb on your seat
My favorite word could be more intense,
luscious and sweet putting I-N-G…
You forget bunch rules in grammar
because you like to express what you feel.
Surely won’t misspell the word but
you can add climax in plot.
Then it could be recorded in books
A story to read in English Literature.
So wherever this word will take you
Whether English, History, Math or Music
Long live “LOVE” in our hearts
This Valentine’s poem is for us – beloved one!
Categories:
misspell, love, valentines day, ,
Form:
Free verse
Iniquity, impunity, injustice invade Internet interaction
Alongside odious obliteration and cunning coercion
Facilitated and militated with unabashed attention and intention
To minutest details
To misspell the capture of heads and tails
Which in essence sells injustice and slays sails
The freedom Internet users
Ought to enjoy without being the losers
In their contest against data users and choosers
Who profess innocence against their intrusive offence from users
To peel and steal data from users whom data abusers
Ignore, preferring the status not of beggars but choosers and misusers
Who spend colossal resources
To glean data from user sources
In asymmetric interactions and discourses
In which users’ voice
Deprived of consultation channel and choice
Grants no invoice
To stalkers
Hackers
With their technology backers
Ascertain they enjoy monopoly
In mining and refining user data sold to a duopoly
Within their Tripoli oligopoly
To gain and regain the stranglehold
They impose on a user’s household
Where they deprive the user of room to withhold
Permission in any session
Early in his life or late in his pension
Within a notorious dispensation
In which users as victims
Join slave and knave teams
Roasting from scolding steams
As they watch helpless
Their data resource plundered in a place
On the Internet shoe from which a disgrace necklace
Dangles
Bungles
Angles
In shame and blame
To claim a lame and tame name
That boasts of a brutal claim from a dotcom dame
Whose achievement stems from stealing
Stalking, dealing and feeling
Superior upon stealing data and using desecrated data on a sordid ceiling.
Categories:
misspell, poems,
Form:
Free verse
I explain why the life is plain
"Life is beauty, admire it."
It costs only a few, but you can't buy it,
Only by paying attention, doing it with passion,
Having a long regard on the nature's fashion:
On the greeny trees, and fleeing streams,
On the orange sunset, and the spider's net,
On the bluish sky, or the animals' style:
On a Husky's map, or a Bengal cat-
Do not seek a perfect image of happiness,
Who enjoys his actual picture is the happiest.
"Life is sorrow, overcome it."
No one sees the tomorrow, today's unique,
Face the truth: life is ups-and-downs,
You cannot cry always, but must sometimes:
Since sadness has happiness as yin has yang,
Since darkness must forthcome brightness,
Since we have endless features as creatures,
Since we are living without giving anything-
Even a rainforest has its dry season,
With your patience, time does have salvation.
"Life is an adventure, dare it."
If you don't know a word, just misspell it,
Do! Write! Live! Be an artist, virtuose,
Enjoy your play before the curtains close:
Act the confident ever-knowing student,
Act the modest never-snob boss,
Act the funmaker no-grace trollface,
Act no one, but your own role-
Do not seek passively the luckiness,
If you are living already, you're the luckiest.
Categories:
misspell, adventure, cheer up, life,
Form:
Terzanelle
As I misspell lettered life—I find hope in a shower.
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6/18/16
Categories:
misspell, absence, giggle, hope, humor,
Form:
A poets prerogative, poetic licence
It has to be said in whispered silence.
To misspell a word to make it rhyme.
You know some do it to end a line.
Its poetic licence, like a rapids dimple.
Whirlpool, avoid, like a simple pimple.
Ere you could get sucked in so deep.
Poetic licence, that’s all, don’t freak.
Playing with words too, a poetic trait.
Fun and sad, play or work, love or hate.
Chase all your dreams, don’t just follow,
Live one's life, like there is no tomorrow.
Poetic licence used to express the truth
A poets prerogative their words forsooth
What form their poems, their prerogative
Rest assured their heart they will give
Their true feelings, their souls exposed
Inspirations, life, into poems composed
In desperation, an attempt to enlighten
To make life easier, not at all to frighten
For oft poets see the way life is going
They write in hope, their words cajoling
Persuading wrongdoers to make good
Ere their culture, from whatever hood
They know the world is suffering badly
Their governments don’t care, well hardly
We’ve begged for all wars to decease
Oh how we’ve tried to peace unleash
As a fellow poet, I appeal to poets all
To make people aware the world will fall
Use our poetic licence to convince all folk
Pollution, climate warnings real, no joke.
Categories:
misspell, poetry, poets, pollution, war,
Form:
Free verse
A barren paradise
Paper parachutes
Bleed, I before we
Except after deaths
String of light suctions
Screams captioned
Vocalizing muffles
Fleas flee
Parasites sight
Leaches beseech
Conventions plateau
Wonted into winter
Inept untaught cling
Polluting prospects
Tasting achilles
Oxidizing tongues
Clip urinating lips
Pressurizing knuckles
To freeze ends mean
Of inks soap
Washing pluto pores
Till burning gain
Is nothing lost
Samold verse
An inkling fresh
What's left to not do?
Peddle soup cans?
Underline oddities?
Misspell mutiny?
Lying in a sensible
Juxtaposition
A fruitful prison
Categories:
misspell, angst, art,
Form:
Blank verse
Jake Ends It All
By Elton Camp
Alice, his wife, was the plague of his life
Poor Jake felt he couldn’t stand the strife
He took a pen and made out a note
And the following is what he wrote
“Your constent criticisum is more than I can stand.
So I’ve decided that I should die by my own hand.”
For him to continue living there was no use
So he carefully suspended a hangman’s noose
Then Jake placed the rope tightly over his head
He kicked away the chair and soon he was dead
When Alice came and found him hanging there,
The note pinned to his chest she read with care
That Jake was correct anyone could easily tell
She said, “‘Constant criticism’ you did misspell.”
Categories:
misspell, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Jack's a nickname, my real name's Charles
Guess I've got some 'splaining to do
My sisters and Mom wanted “Jack Norman”
Dad won, that's why you're confused
My sisters and Mom said they wouldn't give in
And would call me Jack anyway
For my entire life been called by a nickname
Confusing? You betcha to this day
A bone of contention all through my life
Whenever I'd sign legal documents
Am looked at like I'm a bit on the shady side
So I'd play up this silly pretence
Acte suspicious, stutter and stammer
Misspell my name C-a-r-l-e-s
Get a kick out the sideways glances I get
As they considered a possible arrest
Finally fill them in on this problem I've had
Since the very first day of my birth
Chuckled as they realized I was who I was
And apologized for what it was worth
Jack's a nickname, my real name's Charles
Now you know the rest of the story
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
misspell,
Form:
Quatrain