Short Misread Poems
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an idea suffocated by conversation
a stifling situation completely misread
rhyming words falling apart
so I'll dream up some others instead
Cyril the short-sighted cook,
Misread the recipe book,
It said add custard
But he instead added mustard,
The hot dessert made everyone crook.
Glowing like a hot fire
Any shade of red just won't do;
Renegade shadows
Nearly misread as blood;
Energizing the cold
The flame of January.
The life of a magicians cat is dread
Especially when old spells are misread
He magicked a canary
But alas, O'contrary
I ended up in the darn cage instead
For that one shining moment
I thought you were mine
A fragile house of cards
Constructed in my heart
I misread the lyrics
The song was not for me
I know it never was
Should have read more carefully
Finally through fading fog
to crash into new weather;
Striking back with equal force,
they thought they found a worthy foe;
Stronger now but so was she;
Misread the torrential fight
within a storm flying blind.
Did I hear what you said
or have I misread?
Is your heart filled with dread,
worried about troubles ahead,
lying sleepless in your bed?
Don't worry your little head.
Instead,
find hope through love you spread.
if depth goes over not under one’s head ~ is this point clearly misread
flailing wildly inside a cloud ~ the fog blinds again but rumours spread
not lies far worse my friend ~ it’s true i don’t know if i’m alive or dead
Owning the consequence
of all that you do
Intentions when pure,
dark minds misconstrue
When twisted and spun,
then torn into shreds
The words once pristine
—denounced when misread
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
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There once was an ostrich named Stu,
Whose face made the emus say "Ew!"
But he'd wink and would coo,
Darling, I choose you~
Till a kick proved he'd misread the queue.
your eyes told me you'd never leave me
and I believed it
your voice soothed my worries, and promised nothing but peace.
and I believed it
you may not have said you loved me
but the way you held me, made me believe you might.
I was wrong.
I read you all wrong.
They misread, not misjudged, what was being said.
I lugged it up with my tenebrous mirrorings instead.
The denial to force trials remains an aware voidance.
And my calm is lit, despite the sprinkler's presence.
Written: January 21, 2022
O~ what dread
My muse in bed
Dear me~ that's ink she's bled
Tried sopping it with bread
Her boots been filled with lead
I think she's good as dead
O~ good grief she said
Shaking her head
You've been misled
You plain misread
She left her body there and fled
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The land lies sick.
Its fever rages, but diagnosis wrong-
misread by hands that lie.
Cure the disease
at its poisoned root.
Let the tainted flow be purified,
then watch it rise.
No balm can soothe
till graft's stain is purged.
Purge the venom first -
free her from corruption's grip.
S he coyly looked at me that day
E yes beckoning for an approach
D are I venture on my way
U nnerved by her reproach
C autiously I introduce myself
T errified her glance was misread
I nstinctively keeping my desire stealth
O bsessed with the sexuality she bled
N ot realizing she was the seducer instead
some neurons are easily led ~ feeding on one that's sick in the head
logic fails them the signal misread ~ out of control a cancer spreads
thought consumed a mind misled ~ begins eating itself alive instead
pointed words allusively said ~ can’t resurrect what was always dead
By
David Kavanagh
every now
and again
and again
there is a
shot that's
heard around
the
world
maybe it's
something
said or maybe
it is or its misread
but when spoken
or said or sung
even painted
or even hung
when served
palette plate
or tongue
one knows
this is a shot
or shhhh
it heard
round the
world
Form:
A forest path does wind,
All shrubs with love entwined
Atop trees, monkeys live,
Another deathly strive
Abhorrent humans lie,
And trees, grass, shrubs will sigh
As oxygen will die
Unfortunately misread the rules for this contest, so I am withdrawing
Entering contest
The " Pleiades 3 poetry Contest
Sponsor Joseph May
2020/10/25
The Cell
These bars confine and constrain
A cage of my own design
Built of illusions, wishes
A picture of a life dreamed
Chapters read, misread
My compass deflected
The map outdated, no one spoke
Signposts faded and fallen
Life larger than this cell
Expanding, awareness awakening
Testing these feeble boundaries
Self imposed, self removed
Stoic
He is waiting for someone else
to put the words into his mouth
instead, he would say out loud his own.
And as pretending the singing,
he merges into unpossessed voices
hiding his song in the noise.
I cannot make out his words, though:
I misread his lips - mistaking a pop song for a pray;
a lip-synced psalm,
and believe every word he shares.
I destroy it all
When feeling small
When I feel alone
I embrace the fall
True words come out
Without a doubt
I pitch a fit
I scream and shout
I make my bed
Like it’s been said
Though not quite fair
I’ve been misread
But no one cares
For scars I wear
I lost control
They point and stare
I’ll never face
An ounce of grace
For, I was wrong
And out of place
Jaded unbecometh truth
forlorn thee heart being torn
madness of the reapers might
sadness be the weepers night
Darkened wings of night befalling
upon tear stained pillows comfort
dread is read as blood flow bled
as life becometh hard misread
Journey's other trail of tears
releasing all that one once fear
love is dear,as also near
cleaning what was once a smear......
Real me
Upma Sharma my name,
Passionate heart,
Mercurial bubbly being,
Always lost in words,
Sea deep desires,
Horizon sends an invite,
Arrows ache my tender heart,
Rising sea throws me back to start,
Mistaken misread sometimes,
Acclivity and admiration keep me alive!
Written September 11th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest 'Keep it real' by SKAT A
Awarded 6th place
With a spark to get the goal,
I set myself ablaze.
Discoverers are rovers,
Misread as directionless.
Trendsetters are drifters,
Misinterpreted as irresolute.
Innovators are venturers,
Misconstrued as frivolous .
What a falsified perception about me,
Of being an aimless wanderer,
Like a toy car striking wall and moving wayward.
I am on my way to my expedition,
With a zeal of reconnaissance ,
Voyager I am !!
everyone has been mistaken
and mistakened
and suddenly awakened
everyone has been misread
and over and under analyzed instead
and woken up alive rather than dead
everyone has been misinterpreted
acted out actions and thought out thoughts
regretted
and mass-apathetically indebted
listen to me -- ignorance is not bliss
open your eyes and open your fists
we are all the same
because we think that we are different