Short Mistakenly Poems
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There once was a leader of a gang
Whose doorbell I mistakenly rang
He pulled out a gun
Aimed at me just for fun
~ I'd never known how fast I could run
She was she and me was me,
Together we made an incredible ‘WE’
Through the passing of time,
With no reason or rhyme,
‘WE’ were not to be ‘WE’.
But mistakenly, I thought to be married,
The ‘WE’ would gain immortality.
Once there was a cowboy named Baldwin
who shot off his gun with a big grin
he didn't know why
the photo girl died
he just sadly mistakenly sinned
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Delusion manifests as a thought form,
which we mistakenly take to be ours,
whereby arises a need to conform
but the taste of the fruit over time sours,
with ego seeking magical powers.
Though dreams within dreams in this way replay,
detached from outcomes, the pure of heart play.
Seventh Grade Craziness
Written: by Miracle Man
August 12 2021
Some days my decisions made me look like a master,
but at some other times I've donned the hat of a dunce.
With my nose in the corner due to some disaster,
I was mistakenly taken for a dunce more than once.
I loved you.
If I ever wanted to be so badly broken, I'd go to you.
You were the queen of broken hearts.
You collected so many and shoved them into your treasure chest.
Sometimes, you'd open it to admire your winnings that were mistakenly given to you.
You destroy hearts to make make up for the one that you don't have.
In basketball, there is a hoop
Through which an orange ball
When arcing, in a graceful loop,
May very likely fall.
A candidate, in quite a gaffe,
Mistakenly said “ring”
Instead of “hoop;” on his behalf,
Attention it did bring.
But notoriety is not
Considered as a plus
And lack of sporting lingo’s what
Makes him not one of us!
They grow so alike
In form and features,face and limb
Both looks tall and slim
They are john and mike
It puzzled kith and kin
Not a soul knows which
But waits on nature to teach
Which is which among the twin
This fatal likeness of two brother
When there is an offence
causes confusion and argument,hence
one is mistakenly flogged for another
I apologize immensely, I have not been on for over a year. I have been caught up in school
work, and there's a lot now that Im in middleschool. And I have just recently got my
account back, I mistakenly forgot my password.
But as I have been gone a while I have written more poems. I shall post them soon, as I
have them near; and my pen and paper at the ready.
Form:
Mistakenly believing we’re body-mind,
we begin to trauma bond with our ego,
with fears and desires, gripping us in their bind,
transient objects we seek, we’re loathe to let go,
so as we become self-centred and unkind,
distanced from pulse of love and light, we sink low.
After death life review, shows us our soul’s stain,
so to repay debts of love, we’re born-again.
I truly must have filled a form,
But when we both agreed to warm;
The tenacity of feelings like storm,
To see how well I can perform.
Remember, I acted according to the norm
And I didn't mistakenly cum*...
Definitely, nothing plus nothing can't sum,
Yet you claim something is growing to transform:
Into what life is thou of I, a reform.
How can that be to have really come?
I live life,
As if i am the virgin Mary's aborted child,
Mistakenly born,
Tainted purity in actuality,
Beaten for kindness,
Respected by none,
Accidental struggle,
Tug of war between bad an evil,
A one winged dirty dove,
Flying in circles,
I am the confused of the world,
I am a child lost in Life's supermarket,
Screaming and pleading for help,
Desiring only one person,
God.
MOUSE HOUSE*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In my shoe, I found quite a sight,
a small mouse, with fur soft and light.
He twitched and he squeaked,
as I gasped and I freaked,
Then we both took off running in fright!
*This poem is written in memoriam and dedicated to the field mouse who mistakenly decided our garage would be a cool place to wait out summer's heat.
Take the flask
Out from my pocket
If it were
Some golden locket
What's the point
If I've forgot it
Killing me
Slow death you see
Can't say why
I'm drowning she
Adored me once
But since has gone
A tell-tale sign
Of something wrong
And now I too
Am lost to you
To live inside
A bottle who
Mistakenly
Has taken me
And drained me of
Fidelity
The past I see
One big mistake
And drink my life
For her fair sake
squirrels run wild I see
it's been so long coming
as though they're set free
the first faint sense of spring air
sewn in March mistakenly
hear how they chatter
hear how they scold each other
who knows the matter?
could be released energy
that long winter chill set free
so i'll out of doors
i've put winter's coat away
and yet I shiver
such a bright sunny day i've
thought it spring mistakenly
There is no need to apologize for the things you mistakenly forget to do
What type of person would I be to make a mockery of patience and virtue?
You did right with direct condolences, which most would seldom bother to do
A smile means more than a fork and spoon; the steak needed the rest in my humblest of view
Feelings of appreciation are my hope for the rest of your evening after reading this; my gratitude is for all that you do
A lifeless house sparrow lays dead
In the middle of the towpath
As if asleep on a green sheet;
Its body still warmed by the sun
That one could mistakenly guess
Its demise was moments before
My arrival except that its
Only exposed eyeball was gone
Indicating an earlier
Death. No decomposers arrived
As yet, usually the maggot
Flies are the first at a death scene.
I picked up the feathery corpse
And buried it beside the path.
Listen to poem:
In Reverence of Autumn
David J Walker
I see the traces of
A stream
Flowing through the
canopy of downed leaves
That have changed colors
In the gray places of
the cold ground now
Ruled by Fall
It is complete
It is all
In natures cycle
A reclamation of life
We mistakenly believed
Belonged to us
It is complete
It is the call
That has settled in a
Mist holding the note
In reverence of Autumns
Firm but gentle hand
To find someone cruel or who’s lacking in sense,
The use of “retarded” is good evidence.
It’s always a put-down, it’s mean and it’s low
And aimed most at those who are not in the know.
The person who’d utter this word with contempt
Mistakenly thinks from its barb he’s exempt.
We can’t help our looks or our size or our brain
But we choose our words, which can cause someone pain.
“Retarded” can get my blood boiling, but
I look at its user and keep my mouth shut.
Do you oft feel grit inside your shoes, like an oyster filled with sand?
Maybe something in life is difficult: something you just don’t understand.
Please don’t take your shoes off and mistakenly discard them on their way.
Just keep looking to God, persevere and continue, as you ever in Him stay.
All things will be brought to your understanding in Gods perfect love & time.
Don’t let sand discourage you: for one day a beautiful pearl is simply all you’ll find.
You never really know what’s in
Another person’s mind.
If you could look, who knows
The kind of secrets you would find.
Though face and body language
May give off a subtle clue,
It’s not enough to figure out
Or maybe misconstrue.
So you can guess, though there’s a chance
That what you had assumed
Is far from the reality
Mistakenly presumed.
The only way to know, then,
Is to come right out and ask;
Then ascertaining honesty
Becomes another task.
My pain doesn’t decorate me like precious gems
It’s a raggedy noose around my neck
That I can’t stop tugging
My scars aren’t displayed as badges of honour
They’re fetid rotted wounds
That I won’t stop picking at
My experiences weren’t lessons for growth
They’re barbs of poisonous shame
That I flagellate myself with daily
Mistakenly I thought that I’d let go
Confused, yet I thought I’d grown and improved
Tender thoughts and hands to myself I must use
time to take tumbles,
time to mistakenly make mistakes,
and not worry.
time for tag,
and tagging onto friends,
rightfully running around in circles until you're dizzy.
wondering "why" every second of the day,
why friends favoured fudgesicle over creamsicle,
why you couldn't and grown ups could.
time to be carefree and curious,
and wonder about the little things.
amused by the little things,
and by the simple things in life,
only wishing to stay seven forever.
With my love comes a peace of mind,
That I will forgive you for your previous lies,
Though untruthful words muttered bruise my heart,
The love bursting through your soul could be considered art,
I feel the peace that you receive,
While you lay beside and watch me sleep,
I hear the silent thoughts within your mind,
That you will love me for all of time,
For my love I'll forgive you dear,
But for next time lets make it clear,
I will not be a used word bin,
Do not mistakenly lie again.
I have mistakenly kissed a cloud
passing through the wedding hall,
She forsook the sky and her fall
was after the silver bell’s sound.
Her lips tasted like early morning,
when the sun blinked his eyes
and painted in rosy the blue skies,
wiping the stars that were adorning
the night who departed to sleep,
Perhaps it had a jealous motive,
hiding the stars in her gloom hive:
her fancy was only hers to keep .
but I confess: that was my intent
to make the cloud remain content.