Understood Poems - Poems about Understood

...Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening strings its somber beads, The echo of a twilight stifles discreetly on the plain bound for eternal crossing; Floating, floating over the velvet of d......Read the rest...

... My galaxy in those round eyes. Smiling while unknowingly getting lost. Face lit up so much to be the Sun I need. Embraced by the strings of the Guitar you played. Each string whis......Read the rest...

...An early breath of air fresh by the cusp of a rising sun up in the sky a gold coin shines bright, tinged in ruby red All of life is good when it is understood by the pilgrim who loves the pul......Read the rest...

...Cobwebs cling to memories, whisper in the gloom, Once vibrant threads of knowledge, shrouded in a tomb. Skills like dusty treasures, hidden from the light, Yearning for a touch, a chance to tak......Read the rest...

...Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening beads its somber pearls, An echo of twilight suffocates discreetly across the plain towards eternal passing; It floats, it floats over the velvet bl......Read the rest...

... hello below are three separate entries may this day find you well thank you "the beauty of life" show us such beauty of life a running horse who is free an angelic bird who sings a ......Read the rest...

...You were like the last page of an old notebook Which I doodled on and scribbled on Torn off So that others couldn’t see it Couldn’t peep in To the place I displayed my soul on A chapter bette......Read the rest...

...Once upon a Christmas donkey Mary in labor was led to a door The man inside took pity on the young couple Allowed them to stay in his stable Where animals kept watch Four-footed, hooved, and h......Read the rest...

... "The Pages" Missing all those years like a page you could turn, a book you could throw casually aside, to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries; at som......Read the rest...

...I never understood love... Always was I the one who adorned his life with dreams. Music was my compass through the fog towards all that I was to become. Often, love seemed a superfluous entity, I......Read the rest...

...Last few years I had so many fears. Tears I knew I was dying. To myself I was not lying. Dying alone made me afraid In my brain I stayed Life is good Must be understood I had to learn fai......Read the rest...

...I tell you my secrets through the hums Of buzzing, stringed bees The rumblings of my thumb I pretend to play it all with ease My memories seem to wane But my fingers know their place A screec......Read the rest...

...And no, when I heard your name I did no longer shake with my legs and watched myself if my hair was made right. If I had the right clothes on, shoes, make up. Did I say too much? Less? ,,Mhm..was h......Read the rest...

...I never understood this condition that continued to invade my writing skills at first I would write then go back to put the punctuation in this made my poems end abruptly when I needed my......Read the rest...

...More important than any conference In the world Is the conference of the crows. Which took place Just outside my balcony at four. The President of the crows called the others looking troubled.......Read the rest...