Misinterpretations Poems | Examples

Message in a Bottle

I bottle my emotions,
Seal them tight like messages in glass,
Cast adrift in vast, uncaring seas,
Only to wash ashore, unbidden and misunderstood.

It was a journey long and weary,
These bottled whispers floating aimless,
Until sands of fate urge them ashore,
Where they're found, but often by the wrong hands.

Unintended readers unfurl my words,
Read lines meant for others—or perhaps no one,
Misinterpretations abound,
The true meanings lost in the waves of time.

Yet still, I send these bottled sentiments,
Hoping one day the right person picks them up,
Reads them right, understands the tides
That brought my deepest feelings to their feet.

Transformed

TRANSFORMED
to
  showcase
    emerging moments
 encountered
&
described

 to
  reveal
deliberate
  misinterpretations
in such
     endless
 presentations

 this
  rare
& continuing
transformation

comes
  to light
& reveals
    a major
 display
  of time

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

Christmas

if you had
a death
if you had
a birth
if you've had
nothing
then given
its worth

but you
are the one
don't pass
on your
grief 
it seems to
me you
disbelieve

to me it
seems your
words 
are a of a
slanderous sort
misinterpretations
of what all this
worth

yet you keep
stating and
saying oh so
poetically that
you emphatically
are grieving so
i say 
automatically

SHUT UP
you say us
i say we
that ask don't
remind me i
already know
it's you that
don't know

remember
December
is a month
do you relate
to getting
married
on your
birth date

then to find
in away a piece
of mind that
peace let 
your wife
on her
birthday
die

i
don't
want
to hear
your pleas
of December
.............please

Merry
Christmas

Spiralling In

Spiralling in, out, and somewhere in between existence's consciousness' subconsciousness' unconsciousness' perceptions versus realities finding meanings versus misinterpretations
learning versus understanding
knowinging versus pretending to know
doubting versus believing
giving advice and it's not taken versus not giving advice
being literate versus not being literate
disagreeing versus agreeing
being emotional versus being apathetic
adhering to one's self versus whatever everyone else wants you to adhere to
living in reality versus living in a fantasy
factualizing falsehoods versus not believing in these falsehoods
fictionalizing history to fit victors and layman's biases versus finding the truth about history
fictionalizing unpopular truths and facts versus taking them as absolutes
proud of yourself versus not being proud of yourself
and every other this versus that scenario!

Snarled Inside the Illusion

When yesterday left, today I'm a little right. 
This is a tad bereft, yet full with almight.
Misconceptions or misinterpretations, either way it's confusion. 
Dreaming of incarnations, incantations snarled in the illusion.
Mass produced catholics, should be forgotten inside their cathedral. 
Discovered some of the relics, Ancient talisman are unbelievable. 
Go forth into the tomb,
Open the sarcophagus, let the rancid stench consume.
Gathering up all that is charmed,
Born inside the depleted afterbirth. 
This does not meant to be alarmed,
However it's been full of its worth. 
Die another time, live in today.
Write another rhyme, lines lined word play.
Shaman type, opening the 3rd eye.
Extracted and ripe, breathe in to see thru the lie.
Contradiction is a great way to open minds,
Salvation is not a problem unless you are left in it`s binds.
Bells chime and chime, before you can get away with it. 
In time covered in lime, and I'm chalk full of grit.
Ready to go to the next, yes I've been there before. 
Sometimes just a little vexed, benumbed to the core of my lore.
And as always plum rotten to the core.

Extract

When yesterday left, today I'm a little right. 
This is a tad bereft, yet full with almight.
Misconceptions or misinterpretations, either way it's confusion. 
Dreaming of incarnations, and snarled in the illusion.
Mass produced Catholics, unforgotten inside their cathedral. 
Discovered some of the relics, 
Ancient talisman are unbelievable. 
Go forth into the tomb,
Open the sarcophagus, let the rancid stench consume.
Gathering up all that is charmed,
Born inside the depleted after birth. 
This does not meant to be alarmed,
However it's been full of its worth. 
Die another time, live in today.
Write another rhyme, lines lined word play.
Shaman type, opening the 3rd eye.
Extracted and ripe, breathe to see thru the lie.
Contradiction is a great way to open minds,
Salvation is not a problem unless you are in their binds.
Bells chime and chime, before you can get away with it. 
In time covered in lime, and I"m chock-full of grit.
Ready to go to the next, yes I've been there before. 
Sometimes just a little vexed, benumbed to the core of my lore.
And as always plum rotten to the core..

Deflection

There is a whirling of color-
impressions and pulses of raw being-
-unidentifiable-
      -    intangible   -
shards that wiggle and pulse

through a cortex of subconscious 
  just invisible to my knowing.

I am raw.

A sieve for the experiences I can not name.

A building of thunderclaps and swells.

Give me release.

Give me not this irrational deflection
twirling definitves with misinterpretations.

Give me acute sorrow, that I can name.
Give me the source of anger so I can rage-
      let the fire burn to embers
and mourn the smoke that clouded my foresight. 

Give me wisdom before I repeat all my errors.

Artistic Integrity

Artistic Integrity
squeamish questions abound
	about the art of love,
impressionistic and commonly given
	to misinterpretations,
but with gall declared;

“my art has hung with grandeur in halls never”
“my art been the conversation of royalty,
	haughtily, but fleeting once”
“my art has been declared in periodicals, 
none”
“my art has nary been spoken of”

on your walls abound
	the integrity and depth
	of an artist’s vision

Harmless Innuendos

-Quiet voices with low decibels are taken with offense. Preconceived notions, spoken words without thought, inserting smileys to disclaim. Invertebrate personas can be seen evaporating from the skin, with the naked eye. Forming a resin that keeps building up over time. Labeling you with defects of character. Beating around the bush, hiding from problems; loose ends form. Texts twist the dough sprinkled with good intentions. Life's a *****, it hurts, don't it? Untied shoes are today's special, featuring potential failure. Intentional lack of preparation. Detached from the lanyard of civilization. Eyes disconnect; declining their calls. Reading the texts with disregard. Getting notifications and silencing alarms. Misdirected; free-falling off the imaginary edge of fictional beliefs. Playing a new version of make believe. Pretending with the help of it's big brother assumption, the answers we do not know. Taking offense to the actions committed with good intent. Overthinking the simple things in life. Misinterpretations of the harmless innuendos.

Beginning, End, Vast, Empty

The beginning is never the same by the end. There is just to much empty unknown in between the two.

The vastness consumes so many of us. The us that were all once innocent, naive, hopeful, and unaware. The us who were just trying to navigate through the empty.

Our conscious misinterpretations of the already misconstrued-ed lies thought to be truth no longer hold any relevance.

So many souls succumbed to the nothing, and became nothing. Hollowed eyes perpetually fixed on the apathetic empty.

Forever staring yet never again capable of seeing, for even our minds eye must have eternal light to glimpse our world within and the world just beyond.

Witness

But one day I will, a witness
Muslims and Christians,
      even, the traditionalists
When tears will grace this face
Within which my joy will cry
In it my pains of insecurity
The anguish in misinterpretations
The one of which siblings and kids
    friends and families in lost
But my tears will wash away
The sorrows of the past
When Muslims, and Christians
     even, the traditionalists
Will kiss and exchange breads
In it my tears will grace this face
Within which my joy will cry
That pains and insecurity has gone
When Arabs will sought the Jews
And Ibos will hold Fulanis in kiss
That day, I will, a witness

{Culled from Colours In My Rhythms by Abimbola Davis}

Misinterpretations

Some people always have false impressions
In their intricately folded, convoluted brains
Associating Kindness with Weakness;
Thinking of Straightforwardness as of Stupidity
Making it form of mental sickness of the mind;
Not appreciating or comprehending either.
Instead, preferring Callousness to Others 
Sprinkled with Mindless Lies - to top it all off.

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Blood ran slowly down my cheeks 
Desperation 
Fingers trace the cryptic meanings 
Written on the wall
Misinterpretations
Cross down and over the lines and boundaries we drew together 
I am not your slave
God will sit lazily on his throne 
Forged from lost human hopes 
Lined with forgotten dreams and draped with screams 
I am so afraid of the voices I hear in my quiet places 
Sometimes I want to pack up everything that rests inside my memories of you
And not leave a single trace

Searching For Her Self Esteem Behind Every Zipper In Town

She's aware he's awfully chivalrous for carrying such casual intent
While there's subconscious recognition he's a blend of canny ways
Mixed with filthy desire 

Leaving her plenty of room for discontent
His finicky facade that this helpless girl can't help but admire
While to herself she's being a liar

As if she could deny this mans selfish pursuance
Her misinterpretations are inevitable
A genitive surefire 

He'll maintain his obvious avoidance for exclusivity
She'll claim to have been perpetually blinded by his witty ways
As she induced her own misfire 

Those eyes of his will misconstrue
Betting on the fact she'll negate her own savvy finesse
That self proclaimed ability to see through 

Inevitably he'll be praised and built up as a statue
Like his soul
He'll be mended of stone

While in the interim
She'll be gazing pitifully 
Into shades of blue

I Wish

Hello everyone after reading quite a few of your poems today I was inspired to write 
this one on the spot... I am at work and it took me 2mins to compose. I welcome 
feedback and I have about 50 poems from about the age of 14 to upload 
eventually… Love this site and you guys...


HERE GOES....

I Wish

I wish I could give you free reign to explore my mind to understand my motives and 
intentions
I wish I could do the same with yours so that every expression I utter you would get 
the meaning without misinterpretations

I wish I could explain ‘a feeling’ indeed so you would know exactly how I feel
I wish I could taste literally an emotion so somehow I could re-create that portion

I wish you could know, how much you would grow if only my wish could come true

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