Misinformed Poems | Examples

genetic pool

The Genetic pool 

I’m my father’s son, I carry his genes
He is a part of me that is inseparable
If I hate him, I dislike myself 
These days, I’m older than my father
He is my son, and I love my son 
Once I saw my father on the bus
He reached out to say hello
Misinformed, I ignored his gesture 
Looked out of the bus window 
I saw his tears 
Wish the moment would return 
It is my eternal shame
My father is my son, I think of him
Gently. 

The last poem in my new collection

After Cummings Poems

AFTER CUMMINGS POEMS

These are poems I wrote after the poems of e. e. cummings...


teacher
by michael r. burch, age 16-17

teacher, take a look at my life,
for it has just begun
and u think that i am “misinformed”
merely because i'm young;

but the truth is often hidden
(what lies lurk behind ur eyes?)
and maybe Puff can tell u
where the Dragon flies.

teacher, take a look at my life:
urs is a dull-edged knife
(the white-hot blade long blunted).
now ur as cold as ice.

still, when u come to class,
act like u know it all,
for if u show insecurity,
surely wee will folderol.

I wrote "teacher" in either 10th or 11th grade after hearing the song "Old Man" by Neil Young. "Wee" is a pun, not a typo. 



don’t forget
by michael r. burch

for Beth

don’t forget to remember
that Space is curved
(like your Heart)
and that even Light is bent
by your Gravity.

The opening lines of my poem were inspired by a famous love poem by e. e. cummings. 


Keywords/Tags: e. e. cummings, teacher, teach, teaching, teachers' day, student, school, class, eduction, space, curved, gravity, heart, love

Happy St Froggys Day

Happy St. Froggy’s Day! The space traveler said.
I looked up and stopped eating my Irish soda bread.
It’s St. Froggy’s day, right? The alien said confidently.
That’s when I knew he had not learned enough from his TV.

It’s St. Paddy’s day, not St. Froggy’s day, I said, grabbing a beer.
He walked over, trying to fit in, and sat down, uncomfortably near.
Trying to pretend he was from this planet, but I knew he was not.
Or else he was an eejit; I turned away from the misinformed snot.

Cry, America

In the confusion 
so confounding, A Confliction, everyone’s conviction - to voice, to reason,

and 

nothing 

changes.


A man was murdered today in the streets,
Tomorrow, next week, 
next month a shooting-

a school, a grocery shop, holiday parade.

Why is it that we must die for your injustice? 
You corrupt politician! Faithless practitioner! 

Sandy Hook was a tragedy,
Look at Robb Elementary,
twenty twenty-two.
Nineteen tiny coffins, 
two teachers - our modern heroes.

A far right constipation! Begone, truth!
Up is done, left is right, sideways always!
Gather arms, gather arms! 
Second amendment! Second amendment!

Cry, Constitution! 
Founding Fathers! 
Cry, oh America!

We, the land of the Despairing, 
and the robbed - 

Raise a cry for those gone too soon,
Raise a cry for the childless mothers.
Raise a cry for the tired and the scared,
The hurting, the bruised, beaten.

Raise a cry for the confused, 
the misinformed, spoon fed fool.

Witness our bleeding hearts!
Tears! Let them fall!
Cry, oh America!

Poetic Justice

She reported everyone for everything
She called IRS, medical boards and more
On Tuesday she got a ring-a-ding-ding
A misinformed SWAT team broke down her door

Minions

Today, my homepage was deceitfully defiled
I had a visitation without any brotherly love
Her actions were similar to those of a child
Calling ME a troll, with a push and a shove

Without provocation or any hint of warning
She soiled upon my precious front stoop
Her vitriol was left for me here this morning
A pile of stinky doody is in my Poetry Soup
 
Her accusations were wrong, hurtfully made
Misinformed is what she said that I was
She's another minion who was easily swayed
I guess Forest was right, stupid is as stupid does

Wearing Saggy Pants With Pride

wearing saggy pants
misinformed about meaning
the wise inmates laughed

Keeping the Peace

I totally disagree
Worse, I think she's an idiot.
I do not speak.
Keeping the peace.

I know he is wrong.
Completely misinformed.
I keep my wise ways to myself
So we can remain friendly

I smile when I hear their conversation
Which is borderline insanity
But leave the lunch room
Not adding to anyone's stress

They do not know my opinions
And feel no need to inquire or ask
It keeps us all happy
And it keeps the peace

When I come home after a day like this
I write them up into poems
Or I draw cartoons of their idiocy
Delighting myself, so I can be calm again tomorrow

Like It Or Not

The reactions of people, angry and scared,
say society's teetering on the brink.
Where stubbornness and stupidity are shared;
misinformed ignorance is their common link.
Politics fueled a pandemic with hate
and subsequently sealed their supporters' fate.
Donning a mask and taking the vaccine shot
is how we will beat covid, like it or not.

Simon Says

Poems spring forth like the season
All these politicians guilty of treason
The trees would grow if we let them
Vaccine-ready, set, inject him
Birds and squirrels doing their job
Life on Gaia why so hard
Man has made a conscious decision to toil
Insanity he has chosen to poison the soil
The very fabric of our existence
Elite get maid when we show resistance
That also goes for the misinformed
Quarantined at home watching ****
Simon says sit your ass down
Your face best get rid of that frown
Paying snitches to surveil the hood
You know HR 6666 is no good
Master Trump can I please go to work
Broke as hell going berserk
Locking down those that won't shelter in place
Knowledge of the truth I continue to chase
Why is my vision different than most
Truth revealed at the Presidential Roast
Driving way out of my lane
The whole damn world gone insane
Dang is it them or is it me
Changing perceptions of what I see
Don't forget we write our own story
My God this chapter is gore

#rightnowrevelation; rightnowrevelation.com
Elluntate Bell

India Pakistan Border

across country border the hatred games,
played with bullets for political aims,
their history, their culture much the same,
mislead, misinformed their passions aflame!

year after year, generations of blame,
their families bear same ancestral name, 
history forgotten from whence they came,
venomous words preached breeding death and shame.

their forefathers fought and their fathers too,
their grandchildren fight and their children too,
old bleeding wounds never allowed to heal,
hatred handed down for future to deal!
 
No end in sight for foolish hatred wars,
far in to the future stretch battle scars,
innocents born across border divide
Are engulfed and lost to this evil tide!

religion, prejudice, colour and class,
walls built with ignorance are built for loss,
how do we overcome this pestilence?
with wisdom, time, goodness, resilience!

Written 19/01/2021
10 syllables each line 20 lines

Recalling Piano Sonata No 2 In B Flat Minor

We were still free to dream,
however, a tax on any imaginative writing
that contravened the rules or regulations
for literary acceptability 
or worse
were deemed counter-revolutionary.

In Poland, the last of the hold-outs
wrote odes to Chopin
but essentially all was well ordered and
compliant to the powers that be.

Now that Chinese is a compulsory language
for third graders
many have become re-programmers
for the old and recalcitrant,
but like all wrong-headed reactionaries
the old dwindle only to fade away
in disgrace.

All the false history books
have gone out of print.
Now we study the history of 
our brave new world. It is 
always sunny here in our 
equally allotted cubicles.

Any misinformed die-hards
that wander the streets begging
us to return to the old ways
are quickly rounded up
and sent to our happy 
and well attended
correction schools.

Chopin has now 
been put on a no-fly list, but few 
have heard of his dangerous sonata 
or think of it at all anyway.

Misinformed By One News Channel

Her mind was closed, she quickly bragged.
Opinionated she always nagged.
Misinformed by one channel of un-real-news.
With no social security she now sings the blues.

Live To Tell

Sit by me and listen
It’s not the right time to die, nor is it season
Tell me now,” who do you believe in”?
Humans are self destructive, I no longer search for a reason 
Live to tell, nobody can die too well not to be mourned 
I grew up misinformed, I was young and my vessel was vacant... that’s how I was destroyed 

Live to tell, don’t make me cry when you’re lifeless
Don’t leave with answers, die; but not like this
Live to tell, they don’t have any poets in hell
Build a legacy & I could wish you farewell 
Live to tell

Upside Down Pompous Cake

½ cup sass
1 tbsp eye roll
2 cups suprirotive 
1 cup white privilege 
½ tsp rudeness
1 brand new car, softened 
5 oz brand name clothing
A dash of allof, to taste 

Add all ingredients together, while whisking in misinformed news media. Mix thoroughly for pretentious.

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