Short Incomprehension Poems

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Pleasantries and Pleasure

Watch people go about their day
  What pleasant things they say: 
Mutter, grumble, moan and gripe
  Curse and condemn, carp and snipe

Something to prove, on the run, in the groove
  Going nowhere fast, see ‘em move 
Life’s delights make no impression
  Pleasures lost ~ to incomprehension

© Gershon Wolf  

heavy-footed
he tramps his
wisdom on her
renaissance carpet
			she gives him
			thick coffee and
			sits him in a chair
			far too small
he stares about
the room & talks
about nothing in
particular, but
			thinking all the 
			time about time
she smiles and
does not understand
			he clutters out
			confused by her
			incomprehension
			stumbling over his
tears.

© Richard Allen  

Shipwreck 

As the ship exploded and sunk, her crew 
died a hundred times. 
Through portholes they saw the green sea, 
getting darker; they couldn´t hear their own 
screams as the noise of crushed iron´s was 
louder, like hundred express trains hurdling 
toward obliviousness  
And then the sea blew open doors 
filled every cabin with incomprehension
…and then, yes then, they died again.

© Jan Oskar Hansen  

Rumbling thoughts crescending,
Beyond knowledge ascending,
Wreathing daze, unfurled,
Meanings twirled…

Outlived incomprehension,
Outlived tension,
Era of delusions,
Era of illusions…

How shall our guile emphasize?
How shall our wisdom philosophize?

A million words alleged,
A million vows pledged,
A million beliefs agreed,
A million creeds…

Yet, life remains an erratic illusion of distance,
For
Knowledge stretches afar our existence…

© Farah Chamma  

Shipwrecks crowd the pub taproom
a hot breath of defeat curdles the air.

There's a coal fire;
there are black tables, small and round
just enough for two pint glasses.

One cloth cap asks another:
"What you sinking?"
He means 'drinking'.

Both old men
keep their eyes anchored
to drool-stained beer mats.
Gimpy table legs
limp aside as if kicked.

Empty glasses
drip a jaded wisdom,
each foam-licked drop
falling back
into incomprehension.

© Eric Ashford