Best Misunderstanding Poems
What is this word, betrayals?
How did it come to be?
Is it simply something less
Than you expected?
Did your hopes and your desires
Fall short of your aspires?
Perhaps others failed their duty
To protect you?
Did the trust you put in
Someone fail you?
Have you suffered grave
Abuse?
Did someone close
Back-stab you?
Was your loyalty
Unrequited?
Was contract breached or
Just misunderstanding?
Did a lover’s indiscretion
Distress you to the core?
Does your object of affection
Now love you less or more?
Did secrets kept
Destroy you? Or
Surprise with
Joy and excitation?
Was concealment
Worse than truth?
What cost to hide
Even from yourself?
Speak your truth, but speak with care
The truth can set you free!
But there is
No guarantee!
"Three things cannot long stay hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."
Gautama Siddhartha, the Buddha
I went up, to the cashier
With my bank card in my hand
She said, "Strip down facing me"
Something I'd misunderstand
"Right now and here?", I asked her
Modesty held me askew
She said, "If you want service,"
"That is what you'll have to do!"
The look on her face told me
She'd not wait a minute more
So I undid my trousers
And they fell down to the floor!
Then she rolled her eyes and said,
Words much to my chagrin
She said, "Strip down facing me,"
"Is how, your card go's in!
The father said,"Kids, God told Lot,"
"Take your wife and flee from the city!"
"His wife became salt, looking back!"
On their faces, he saw pity
"They were not suppose to look back,"
The father said, "I guess you see,"
"We should always do what God asks!"
The boy said,"Yes, but what of the flea?"
I have seen something and the something saw
a me, a scarecrow, stuffed with straw
in half with claims to more. The something’s not
into onlookers. A well done, a taut,
a plausible, I thought I looked alive
but the insightful something said: «A chive
can’t kill the stink of death». So ever since
I have been thinking what the something means
and what it meant…
Don’t see some things up close
if your vocation is to scare crows.
No talking at night,
No breakfast together,
No sparks in your eyes.
Busy most of the time,
out from this empty house.
No kisses in the morning,
nor late at night when you come back.
No flowers on Valentine's day,
no more boleros to dance.
My dear husband, I'm so sorry
to misunderstand the way you are.
Dear husband I made a mistake,
I drank the wrong cocktail on a depressing day,
thinking you were cheating me
in a Hotel with no name.
Meanwhile, I was drowning in
a glass of champagne,
dancing a new bolero with a stranger.
It was for you that I did it,
it was my bad interpretation,
my mistake no to ask.
Now, that is too late,
I understood that you didn't care
about those small things,
which really were important for me at that time,
when you were working for me to have the best,
while I was dancing a bolero with somedoy else.
I began caressing her soft, sweet, chocolate skin.
"You're like a brother to me," she said,
"This has got to stop happening."
"Are you saying," I asked,
"that I make love to you like a black man?"
"Not that kind of brother," she said, "you freaking moron."
angry, sullen face,
look closer, inside of him,
lynx or pussycat
Senryu of Being Misjudged Contest-NA
marvin celestial
8/3/2015
Her accent from Bronx in New York,
This doll said she needed a fork.
The waiter’s reply
Was, “Ma’am, I’ll comply.”
Now she frets, expecting The Stork.
something so wonderful your wiping out for your defence
how can you ignore your feelings unless it was just a pretense
I thought we had something special I thought I knew you well
Guess the fact that your'e blocking me out has a story to tell
If I'm wrong then tell me. tell me you don't love me still
My heart is aching so for you, Is this really what you will
Please dont throw away what we had, if what we had was true
Because from all this misunderstanding I couldn't stand losing you
Pride......and joy?
Pride is thinking that you know too much
Thinking that the love you have is even half enough
It's clinging to honesty as if heard earnestly spoken
Or getting hurt and saying bones and will aren't broken
It's setting aside the friendships that build us up
And giving respect to a thought or reason conveyed with guff
It's separating yourself from the mold yet fitting right in
It's kinda funny though the loser always thinks He wins
Self improvement can only come from understanding another
And standing outside oneself and be true to another
Truthfully I really hate the fact that I'm this flawed
And I wish I could change it all without fear and please our God
But apparently I'm just an instrument of destruction
And my only words at the end of this s h I t will be nothing.....
Composed on the morning of June 6th 2021 By Ryan Feller
M eaning one thing and saying another, those
I nsulting words that were never spoken
S urrendering to your own paranoia, not the truth
U ntrusting your soul, looking for what was
N ever intended so can never be found, yet
D iscovering it nonetheless, so you
E mpathise with yourself until you
R ealise that the mind can play games
S crabble with words
T urning them into your doubts:
A cknowledging the truth
D iscovering the mistake, your own
I rrational thoughts
N eeding to turn back time and start again
G iven another chance
Misunderstanding
Night outside was not as dark as the bedroom,
I could see its greyness through the window.
Lifted up my arm and with flat palm blocked
the outdoor night. Wife switched on bedside
lamp, asked why I was doing Nazi salute in bed?
Tonight's our night
We've been waiting weeks
Our favourite Bistro
For Potato soup with leeks
They gave us 'our' table
The one by the door
Where we first sat
Table number 4
I remember what you ate
Thai Curry with Fish
I had the Gnocci
Oh what a dish
It'll always be our table
Near the dance floor
Where we first fell in love
Table number 4
Tonight as we danced
I loved all our chatter
A short walk to our table
To enjoy Tempura Prawns batter
Where was your starter?
And why was there Greek salad?
It's all going wrong
It's the little things that matter
I called over to the owner
The big bearded one
I was gonna let him know
He had spoiled all our fun
With a furious glance
I looked at the wine
And quickly realised
We were at table number 9
Some words said
Much more heard
...miles apart...
What was meant to be said
What was actually heard
Were tainted & emotions apart
What one heart said
What another heart heard
Were shouts apart
Were screams apart
Both clueless
Both speachless
Both move away
From one another
Actions erupt from anger
Words drenched with sadness
The longest distance
Unfathomable depths
Between hearts
_- a misunderstanding-
Some words said
Much more heard
..miles apart...
I regret the time, when, I left you alone,
You again, stopped me, but I did not care.
Things taught me, and time has shown,
Realise now I, “how could you then bear?”
You loved me much, now, how can I atone
Just stand still, only, in the dark, to stare
I would love to be called back,”My love”
And share, the times, we were proud of.
I want back, all the warmth, you showered,
Your smiles, your hugs and your kisses.
Frighten me, why? With your face so glowered,
Don’t deny me, with my sweet reminisces.
I m repentant, for all your hopes, I devoured,
I have already cried a lot, in soft hisses.
You could not see the scars, beneath,
The sky was on me, I lost in the heath.
You insulted me at the public junction,
And threw away my composed song, apart.
Neither did you feel,why? any compunction,
With tears in my eyes, I had to depart.
I met the disgrace at the function,
My heart seemed to break, into half.
I could not bear, your applause, for my rival,
The thing I repeatedly told you, for revival.
I m not alone, the one, to be blamed,
Although I walked away, time has been tough.
All was not only my fault but you claimed.
Do forgive me now, don’t be rough,
I am saturated with, the pain I have tamed.
You’ll love me as before, I m sure enough.
We’ll again build our small cosy zoo
With no more differences between me and you.