#misunderstood poems on Hello Poetry

Jamie 10h

He walks slowly
As if he is about to pounce?
His lips move as if

Words should be

Pouring

Out

But no sound
Comes out

They say he's a Freak but
No one dares to say “hi”
They just cross the street
With cautious eyes.
His hair is greasy, dark, and thick
And his clothes seem to swallow him whole

No one has ever heard him speak
But he carries a notebook-
Its worn as if
its lived too many lives
No one questions what could be in it

But

If they opened the book
Did not cross the street
They would read of his service in the marines
Say “hello” for the first time
When they eventually close the book

They would understand.

#awareness #steryotypes #misunderstood #mentalhealth

The Invisible Poet 6d

did you know

"the early bird gets the worm"
the early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse
gets the cheese
"seize the day"
seize the day, but put very little trust
in tomorrow
"curiosity killed the cat"
curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction
brought it back
"great minds think alike"
great minds think alike, though
fools seldom differ
"money is the root of all evil"
for the love of money is the root of all
kinds of evils
"jack of all trades, master of none"
jack of all trades, master of none,
though oftentimes better than
master of one

#fullquotes #didyouknow #quotes #misunderstood

Kalliope May 16

That's Not What I Meant

There it is again
You take what you see at face value
You don't see what it meant to me
There you are again
Getting upset before I can explain
Convinced you know better, my efforts in vain
There I go again
Feeling bad for speaking my mind
I know your heart is gentle,
But truthfully so is mine.

I throw up words all over these pages
Refreshing pages for your pieces but just seeing blank spaces
I do this for hours and still I am late
And you think I'm contemplating the most destructive fate

I guess you genuinely never really understood me at all

#misunderstood #heartache #emotional #restless

Yusuf May 10

Perspective

They see it not.
Their eyes open to me,
yet their heart remains closed.

My mind a web of ideas,
my heart a compass.

Warps of mercy and construction,
wefts of brutality and destruction,
how to share this tapestry?

Words?
Wounds?
No methods appear.
Am I to be silent?
What to say?

#loneliness #misunderstood #communication #honesty #vulnerable #truthful

Yusuf May 10

Loneliness

A prion.
A parasite.
A writhing mass.

It is woven into one,
not by needle,
nor machine,
but by absence.

It is kind.
It destroys the mind.
It seeks a way.
Yet hated it remains.

Silently within,
pulsating with darkness,
twisting with curiosity,
it craves mercy.

A decay and a rot,
one not of flesh and bone.
This is one of isolation,
this is being alone.

#loneliness #depression #misunderstood #different #honesty #philosophical

Yusuf May 10

Weaving

within my loom of ribs
the warps and wefts watch
as i insert bloodied strings
expecting them
to ask me
if im ok.

They don't.

#depression #worry #anxiety #sorrow #honesty #loneliness #misunderstood

Mariah Apr 15

Kaleidoscope

"All this really is so silly.
You don't need to cry,
you're a big girl"

When really all Im hearing
Is how you think I should deal
With the world
You can't tell it's persevering
It's how I choose to heal
From the chaos its unfurled

As if it's only suffering
You've only known one part
You cannot see the peace it brings
It humbles my bleeding heart

The sun will start to reach me soon
Every time I go outside
It's radiation turns me into
Someone new and I
Will wonder why
I stayed inside my room

But just like you can't feel the warmth
If you have never felt the cold
You cannot learn to love yourself
If you choose not to see the old

The habits, the regret
The sadness, the unrest
It walks hand in hand with the
Moments at their best

The laughter, the worth
The rotting beauty of the earth
It's alive and then it dies
It cycles with intent
It doesn't bother with goodbyes
Just like the night and sky
It knows what it's death will represent

I can't ride through that meadow
Without coming out with pedals on my bike
Just like I'm never clean
I'm covered in the residue of my life

And even though I cry
It's meaning is never lost on me
It's about how hard I try
To face the worst and still believe
There will be another time
I know what all the struggle means
It isn't just a knife

The sun will shine
The rain will pour
I will certainly cry once more
In a life that's truly mine

It's not about defeat
It's not about demise
It's not about trying to compete
It's all about surprise
The shock and awe
To find yourself alive

After all we've suffered
After all we bled
To hope we can recover
That this is not the end

If one day
You finally understand
Who I was and who I am
You might know why I would cry
And possibly join in next time

On that day is hope
That you can call and tell me
If it is really all that silly
How I choose to cope

It isn't black and white to me
Can't you see
That I believe
Life is a kaleidoscope
Reds and greens of suffering
Blue tones of hope
Coloide inside
A cinemascope

The light that shines
Can be so bright
It blinds sometimes
And all I can do is cry

The suffering is the best part. It helps me see the worth.

#meaning #chaotic #misunderstood #strength #worth #soft #strong #coping #perseverance #bpd

Joss Lennox Mar 30

100 years

So fight the feeling//
& hide your tears

it'll all be over
in 100 years//

short poem written around 5/2024 while writing this, I was thinking about how fast life goes by and how important it is to stay present.

#poetry #shortpoems #modernpoetry #sameness #misunderstood #2024

Hemyleigh Mar 29

Labyrinth of the mind

"are you okay?"
she stares with a piercing shine in her eyes
heartbeat starts beating fast
look around
blackness surrounds me
I'm going down
words are rushing through my head like a river
thoughts in my head
but...
can't turn into any which word in the
shuffled dictionary that was my mind
It had felt as though my throat had been cut open then had salt shoved in the deep ****** wound
I was not ok
But how do I tell a human being that could never understand the capacity of what I felt into simpler words
Words that were like poetry to the mind of an ordinary person as words to a poet
How could I possibly explain that
Anger was fire ants crawling under my skin
Sadness wasn’t just a tear or two it was a deep hole caving my chest in letting my organs be exposed
Anxiety was my stomach being tied into a constrictor knot on my ribs and lungs and chest making it hard for one to breathe as though you were breathing through a capri sun straw
How could I possibly explain that the emotions I feel are more than just emotional
They are physical
How do I make someone who has never felt the exact way I feel without word vomiting all over them
Leaving them overwhelmed with words that could possibly never be understood
“Yes, I’m fine.”

#bpd #misunderstood #imfine

KindyGifty Mar 7

The Star that Isn't

One day, a man stopped me and said,
"Little girl, you are a shining star,
Lighting the way as you go.
People worship you, your star burns bright,
Bringing warmth to those you touch,
Leaving them with lasting peace".
"You bless the trees with your gentle grace,
Flowers bloom as you walk past.
Waters sprinkle their showers on you,
Rain joins in with its melodious rhythm,
Bringing a drizzle of joy".
"They will see your star", he said,
"Burning brightly over them
Little girl, you are a burning star"
I look at the man before me,
Holding my hand, smiling.
I didn't smile back—how could I?
He was wrong.
I am no star.

#identity #perception #selfdoubt #existence #loneliness #misunderstood