Misunderstood Poems

Poetry Misunderstood

Poetry Misunderstood  
Instrumental music flows through me 
Coffee is soothing 
Writing poetry is therapeutic 
I didn’t invent the pen 
Mind racing, document waves perspective 
A melody journey 
Paper writer purity 
For we are misunderstood 
Deep thinkers 
Limitless potential 
Creative sculptures 
Vision absurdities 
Ink bleeding 
Candles burning 
Beautiful scenery 
Pictures travel photography 
Paint a master

a poet's nonsense

I buried your voice.

                                  How?

Echoes of my apologies.
They hit nothing but the cold stone.
So hard the cliff splintered—
Killing the cries before
they ever

canary yellow

canary yellow
voiding wings to gifted voice
lost in translation


AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Misunderstood II

Whispers in the dark
Silence an audience 
I wish for an ear
Never to hear 
But to understand 

Nobody there again in
Fractured confusion
Maybe....
Maybe...

If I had wished you there 
Maybe you would've listened

You didn't want to hear 
Be near
With         
          

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Extraordinary people hide,
The beauty they most treasure inside,
Instead, they pay attention around,
To a wonderful world rich with sound.

Hide and seek can be fun for awhile,
Inside the mind, magicians beguile,
Around the world challenges the brain,
Sound manifests around us like rain.

Great, good, most always misunderstood.

Gethsemane

Gethsemane,
And sweat like blood.
Disciples quite
Misunderstood.
Golgotha's cross,
Forsaken cry,
Misunderstood.
Why does he die?
In borrowed grave,
Cold death entombed.
Misunderstood —
Disciples' gloom.

Alive again!
Still disbelieved,
Misunderstood
By hearts deceived.
Misunderstood
Today? By you?
Know you not what
He came to do?

See Matthew chapter 26 and Mark chapter 14

Misunderstood

I don’t even know if I know the real me,
Isolation, invalidation, a life going unseen
I’ve always felt this way,
invisible I guess
Automatic assumptions -
of my intellect
Like rumors spreading, from ear to ear
Never caught by surprise,
but always masked by fear

Playboy In Disguise

They label you a rogue, a jest,
A playboy cloaked in careless jest,
Yet here I stand, my heart steadfast,
For in your chaos, my love is cast.

You wear no emblem of your soul,
But in your gaze, I find my whole.
A dance of kindness, subtle and rare,
In secret gardens, love takes care.

To others, you're a monarch bold,
A figure

Misunderstood

I can hear,
But not what you say to me,
Because what you say to me 
Is meant to hurt me,
And I don’t want
To be hurt.
Do you hear me? 

I can see,
But I can’t see you,
Because you do not wish 
To be seen.
I will show myself,
If you show you first. 
Do you see me?

I can feel,
Hands reaching

Clearly Misunderstood

Some years ago I met a young lady 
Looked unhappy, a definite maybe
I also found her pretty ugly too 
Never smiled or interacted with you.

One day came modification in her
She chatted and laughed as never before
With a glow in her eyes, a smile mile wide
And a happiness she just could not hide.

The reason for the

Angela DeVil

(To be sung to the tune of “Cruella DeVil” from Disney’s 101 Dalmatian)

Angela DeVil, Angela DeVil.
Often misunderstood
As after a kill
To see her is to think
Of a devil from hell.
Angela, Angela
Why not give the girl a chance
Perhaps you will
See the real Angela DeVil.

At first you’d think
Angela had no heart 
But know her better
In time you’ll realize
She’s

Misunderstood Gesture-dodo

Taking him to a garden, 
She sprinkled flowers on him.
He mistook it for child’s play!
Now, she’s someone’s wife!!





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1st place

FROM THE DIARY OF AN EMPLOYER

I want you to come to me
With all the reasons good.
With nothing much to worry about,
Less to be misunderstood.

I want you to look at me
With love and care and hope.
I want you to read my eyes,
Where words find little scope.

I want you to be heard 'midst all
And spread the dew of love.
I want you to

Misunderstood Muse

Oh my misunderstood muse - 
love and life;
It's not just a hobby -
It's my dream,
but demons in my mind 
                                  run wild

Misunderstood

My heart is heavy, I cannot deny,
Life is tough, I can't help but sigh.

The weight I carry, it seems to grow,
It's hard to bear, this feeling of woe.

Loneliness surrounds me, it clings to my skin,
I try to shake it, but it won't give in.

No friends to turn to, no one to talk to,
It's hard to

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