Best Understand Poems
There are things I don't understand
And would really like to know
Such as why they call it rush hour
And you move so freakin' slow
How come you get a learner's permit
To get a license to drive a car
But they don't give one for a marriage license
Now I think that's going too far
Why do they put deer crossing signs up
Do you believe there is really any need
In all my years of driving
I've never met a single deer who can read
I was reading a map in the park
And it definitely astonished me so
It had a red X that said you are here
And I was wondering how they know.
We talked at length
The hours we passed
The life you lived
Oh the horrors
So many men's live snuffed
Oh Arizona, a dedication
Whose souls be at rest
Amidst oily scum
And so many others
Sightless eyes watch
The world in disintegration.
Yes, you’ve seen
Many unimaginable horrors
Those only Man can inflict
You’ve grasped my heart
I watched you whither away
A hero by all accounts
God rest your soul
Oh gentle man.
God rest ye gentle man.
My heart aches
With your passing
Now I have your cherished one
She that you know
Rested in my heart
For years and years and years
The one that tended you
All that time
Oh yes, that woman of women
She is in my arms
Forever… my very first love
The thought of whose love
Brings tears to my eyes
Together… finally…
Forever.
Never
Worry…
Never
Forget…
Just so you know…
Semper Fidelis... you are my hero Donald Canan,USMC, WWII veteran Western
Pacific... he told death to get bent. May God Rest your soul.
And I know you didn't plan it
it's so hard for us to understand it
I love you, I hate you - I just don't understand it
One moment we're feeling bliss- like we're on another planet
you love me, you hate me...the story goes...we took our love for granted
caught up in memories, now everything's pixelated
everything spoken is debated
everything valued has been faded
what was token...has been broken
you used to leave my heart smokin'
- she flipped the tarot cards -
now I'm hoping...
instead of dealing with it...I'm coping
you promised me everything would be copacetic
...but everything's gotten quite hectic
we lost our way- I can admit...I detected it
nevertheless...I didn't expect it
the process...I can't respect it
love...how you do love like that?
from dormant to torment
it didn't rain...it stormed
"and don't you tell me days like this is the "norm"
I used to think you were the bomb
I used to think you were the title to my poem
now I'm sitting here with my hands in my palms
thinking you could care less
cause everything you've done was careless
I digress...
I gave you your best
can't believe my reward is this mess
...it was never a contest...
but I thought we were each other's trophy
...and I know you didn't plan it
it's so hard for us to understand it
I love you, I hate you...I just don't understand it
as i began to understand Virginia Woolf
her voice from a room of her own
i realized i was upon a mountain
she had exposed the molehill it was
the dirt soon revealed a tunnel
entering it opened a new horizon
where i finally fully grasped the world
surrounding Jane Austen
in that moment the mist upon the horizon
disappeared and i could finally grasp
her words between the lines
denied a seat upon the Parthenon
forbidden attending The School of Athens
she displays the truth about her gender
that soft restraint we find in mother
its wisdom resplendent
in that hardened fist of reality
covered in a glove of soft lamb
we forgive ignorance
or become yet another in the mirror
who denies the freedom the world
breathes in every breath
the child's first cry
should echo, i am born free
deserving a room of my own
all warrant the miracle life is
nascent in the gratitude within
OKC 6/22
I understand,
Each time you held our little hands,
How lucky we were and yet,
Such moments that glow midst the hearts swirling core,
Are the easiest to forget.
I understand,
When you wrapped us in blankets,so tight.
Rocking us patiently, deep in the night,
Knowing that someday you wouldn't be there,
The sad, silent witness of our nightly prayers.
I understand,
Every Christmas,snowed cold on your pride,
For the tinsel and toys that you couldn't provide.
Unscathed by deprival, in ignorance, blessed,
We learned Dickens and Yeats and loved Busby and Best.
In grief, at last, I understand,
You'd never hold MY children's hands,
But through times passage, comfort brings,
To know they sleep 'neath Angels wings.
Pappou, means grandfather in Greek,
He would listen carefully then speak,
Cleanse yourself first and heal,
Any rifts or wounds that gnaw.
Chose wisdom over wrath he’d say
Your time to fail, he would explain,
Will be entirely of your own choosing.
So open your minds and listen,
Understand your words,
And keep improving.
Don’t waste precious words, like snow
Falling in the desert,
Or as the claws of barren branches
Reaching out from a lone tree
Just prepare yourself,
To be body, mind, and soul free.
A war of words can be intelligently
Won, Without any snapping or
Or fighting back,
For then you loose the track,
By fighting back,
So keep on the track,
And you will victoriously
Have won this war of words.
One more thing, before you speak,
Remember my grandfather the Greek.
On Reading a Poem That I Don’t Understand
By Elton Camp
Those lines that an author has penned
I would like very much to commend
I read it carefully twice more,
But remain confused as before
The words chosen are those I’ve seen
But the sentences, what do they mean?
Maybe the poem is just too profound
For a simple man like me to expound
Does the poet speak of himself or another man?
In his writing of it, just what may be his plan?
I can’t see coherent thought
To me, it expresses naught
That doesn’t mean the poem is no good
Only that by me it isn’t being understood
Comments that others post
Say that it is just “the most”
I am sure that true that must be
It’s just too hard for one like me
I have to seek an easier verse
With its author I may converse
Hello I'm your brother, I can see your pain. Tell me what's the problem, help me
understand. If you're feeling weary, I will bear the load, let me make a difference I
really think I can.
If you're cold and hungry, I will find a way, to help get you what you need. I'm no
super hero, I'm an ordinary man, but I will give my all to keep you from a fall.
If you're sad and lonely, I will be your friend, If you have a problem, I will
understand. Don't be filled with anger, don't give in to hate. That is only darkness,
turning from the light. Fill your heart with love, let it shine so bright, everyone
around you will smile to see the light.
When you are discouraged reach out and take my hand, I will help you through it, I
will be the man. I will not abandon, I'll stand by your side, We can walk together
through the darkest night.
I am far from perfect, there are so many times I fall. Sometimes I need a hero to
help me along the way. Sometimes I need a smile, to brighten up my day.
Please just tell me that you’re sorry and all will be forgiven.
All these things in my past just hold me back from living.
You showed me all the things I shouldn’t be.
You showed me all the things I shouldn’t see.
Is forgiving you really that selfish of me?
Now that I’m older this feather must float on.
On the winds of change that will never bring us together.
If I never come to visit I hope you understand.
No one really knows what it means to grow.
You take water, you take the light.
You take two clenched fists in a nasty fight.
You take the anger, you take the might.
And you get set back where you started from.
You take all the things but where do we go?
Maybe now you’ll have what it takes to grow.
I hope one day when I have kids,
I can take everything and reflect on this.
I’ll never say empty promises.
Anger resolved in hugs and kisses.
A happy wife to a happy home means that I’ll never be left alone.
If I never come to visit I hope you understand.
And maybe then I could stop telling myself that:
I never really knew what it means to grow.
I took the water, I took the light.
I put my hands in my pocket to prevent a fight.
I took the anger, I took the might.
And found the place where it started from.
I took all these things but where do I go?
Maybe now I’ll have what it takes to grow.
And if I never come to visit I hope you understand,
That I have what it takes to be a man.
I want to understand.
Make me understand.
I know you want me and dad to understand.
If you truly believe I do not love you your insain!
You're my brother.
I would do anything for you.
Dad doesnt know what to do.
Boy straitin up!
Before its to late.
What do you want out of Life?
The question seemed simple enough.
But not only had I never thought about it,
I didn’t understand it.
I really didn’t.
We’d always been poor and
taught to never ask for anything.
Why raise expectations
only to be disappointed?
How do you ask for anything?
Then what? Actually expect to get it?
Wouldn’t I just get shot down?
really ~
It was my last day of high school
and I was being launched out into the world
without understanding the meaning of that
one simple question that seemed so important.
What do you want out of Life?
It would be years till I thought
I vaguely figured it out.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Nobody don't understand me anymore
because i am not the same person
i use to be because i am somebody
in Christ Jesus.
Nobody don't understand me anymore
because they don't know what i
went through during my trials
and tribulation.
Nobody don't understand me anymore
because i have been wash in the blood
of Jesus and i might not know it all
but my father in heaven loves me anyway.
Nobody don't understand me anymore
because i thank god for renewing my
mind with the word of god and
fix my heart to loves everybody
that an't right in the kingdom.
Once the First Nation people owned the land,
from one coast of Canada to the next coast;
the mighty warrior is now just a ghost.
The people rounded up no matter what band,
put in Indian reservations to be controlled;
with unspeakable restrictions still untold.
Even in 2019, the housing is still badly planned,
homes poorly constructed and full of black mold;
overcrowded, no clean water and in winter cold.
The people make a health and education demand,
eggs $15, jug of juice $26, veggies, meat rotten;
these are people the government has forgotten.
Suicide deaths -this I don't accept or understand,
the government brag about helping refugees;
I am pleading, help the First Nation people, please.
Once the First Nation People owned the land,
then people rounded up no matter what band;
even in 2019, the housing is still badly planned.
The people make a health and education demand,
suicide deaths- this I do not accept or understand.
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April 3, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/I Don't Accept or Understand
Copyright Protected, ID 1129-897-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Protest Poem
sponsor, Stephen Pennell
Second Place
I Don't Understand ?
why do some people get away with things and others don't
people are people so why should it be you and I appear awfully
no one questions anymore no one has a voice
it's the blind leading the blind soon will fall into a ditch
all the hero's and legends I knew as a child turned into idols of clay
don't you believe in what t.v. or the radio says about you
many seek for solace amidst the inner plight of silence
death is there doormat they squeeze all the love out of you
some seek to drawn there sorrows in a bottle like no tomorrow
the impulse of a hug takes a back seat with cheap lust
why does one equate logic for fear ?
I sit again in the silence alone,
minds that plug for bitter destruction in their brain washed minds
how it rains on the just & unjust...
a tug at the heart will light the inner spark to what I've been waiting for....
man has constructed living pyramids to honor their dead,
the notion of no atheists in fox holes
I don't debate them anymore only choose to love them instead
the walking dead having viscous hanging fangs that bite...
dot the i's and cross the t's
we resign as living socialites in our miniature soldier war
a toast of friends only to discover there is no love in their hearts
there are heads in the street for a burning cause but for what ?
they all claim its a banner of love but its hate in disguise
a lover in life is not the sinner
weak willed tyrants feeling a funeral in their brain
Why is love cheap lust these days get back to the basics
we choose to hide behind the false garb of compromise
Can't we see through all those twisted Satanic lies ?
Sometimes you act as though you want to be with me,
And others you don't.
Sometimes you claim you know what I want,
And others you don't.
All I wish is for you to understand.
I wish you could see what I see,
I wish you could feel my feelings,
I wish you could hurt the way I hurt,
And I wish you would love me the way I love you!
but you can't because you don't understand!