Mistook Poems - Poems about Mistook

If I hadn't met your gaze in that void of youth, when I mistook impulse for absolute truth, When I believed carelessness was courage and threw words to the wind, not knowing they would wound deeply and painfully. Perhaps my words would have died unspoken, they wouldn't have deserved your silence full of meaning and pain, Now, when...

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I do desire we may be better strangers. — As You Like It, Act 3 Scene 2, Line 254; Orlando to Jacques She called it venting; I called it theater. On a loop, it was non-stop tragedy with no intermission. When I spoke of my dreams, she'd flinch, as if I had farted during her soliloquy. So,...

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I held out my hand to you, that's all I planned to do-- a helping hand's all I was thinking of But you saw through other eyes, and before I could realize, you mistook kindness for love....

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He Had Mistook Her He had mistook her Appeared to be a hooker; Not a good looker. Now who could that possibly be that I am referring to? Name That Name should be the start of a new show. Jim Horn...

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No citadel’s too tall for mortals like you. Even acclivity of mounts fear of bipeds like you. Adam’s ale in its ampleness has lost its meaning. And only with your condonance, do the flowers un-bud and birds do sing. But let’s see, if this almighty can pass in my little catechism; And a test it is; shouldn’t be misconceived with...

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My never-ending dreams reveal That destiny still lies beyond The horizon; a sacred bond My mind cannot, dare not conceal No matter how far I must walk Or if no ears will hear me talk To find my fate there is no deal. Without a map or guiding book I seek the light to make my way And find the good in ev’ry day My...

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