Misdoings poems on Hello Poetry

NicoleRuth Jul 2014

If I die tonight, there is so much to be said that will be left unsaid.

The memories your only company of me.

Time and nature making me one with dirt.

Out of all the people whom I thought I loved or said I did, one has remained the closest to my heart always.

19 years seems far too little a time to have made an impact on the world.

But I hope I may have made a difference in the lives of the few I knew and cherished.

I ask those whom I have hurt to forgive my misdoings.

For no one, not even I could understand the emotional conflicts of this young teenage heart.

I thank the friends who have stayed by my side through the sands of time.

Through every test, every crush and every fight.

For their unfathomable faith in me and their love gave me the strength I needed.

I also thank those who did not stay for long.

Your presence even for the shortest minute in my whirlwind drama of a life was a gift.

You certainly made a difference no matter how short your stay.

The memories of you have stayed with me even though your physical presence could not.

My parents, whom I have blamed, cursed and hated for countless reasons on occasions, I am glad you gave birth to me.

Them adopting me into their family of love, eccentricity and laughter is a gift I can never stop thanking for.

I don't blame them for their faults after all; we humans are all flawed to the core of our souls.

This was not the way I had planned on leaving.

The hopes and dreams and ideas of my young self now lay in the dust beside my cold body.

Nothing but shattered thoughts of what could have been.

The journey ahead is unknown and terrifying to me.

To walk into the tunnel alone is definitely not what I wished for.

To leave those precious without another word or kiss pains me.

I float away into an adventure or oblivion I know not.

Yet I float away all the same.

#love #death #friendship

Nicole Lourette Aug 2010

Masquerade

Disguises.
Masks concealing the visage
of the man I love.
Icy blue, forest green, earthy brown eyes
stare
glance
peer out, saying nothing.
Their disguise.
Hideous horns,
Grotesque grooves,
Fictitious fangs all make up their loathsome personas.

The smells; rotten odors, musky remnants of vile misdoings-
disguised by a ring of violets
rung about their necks
Their perfume is strong, but cannot mask their sins.

It’s a circus.
Full of games, entertainment and wonder.
No tricks are explained, no disguises revealed.
An applause – and the lights go down,
the audience goes home.
He sleeps with his mask on.
He sleeps with a smile.

William A Poppen Jul 2015

Ruminations

Within stirs a persistent bane 
birthed while on her mother’s knee,
endorsed with fiery warnings
loudly proclaimed from weekly pulpit.

Now her bones grate
against the cushion
while the rhythmic cadence
of rocking chair
runners on hardwood
breaks the dim silence  
as past misdoings reverberate 
on the back walls of her mind.

Disquietude prompts obsessions
she endeavors to prove invalid.
Her desire to flee 
from reminders of falsehoods 
and fake passions 
nags her endlessly
 like unforgivable sins
 haunt a cloistered sister.
Neither pleas nor prayers
 quell her remorseful ruminations.

Comments about wording, enjambments, content appreciated

#guilt #remorse #obsessions

JDH Jun 2017

Bird killer

Moon butcher- weaned on courting flesh from safe
viewing, whistling to draw the blinds over fettered
flocks, all whose beaks are wired. Upon his eyes, a
monastic charm, cuffed by all means toward profane
morality, are his deeds and are his perfect misdoings.
And in the most miserable quarters of the mind,
along sad shrines where these supple thoughts are
stowed and ferried as the cattle he should drive;
Bird killer.

How mad you are– crimp hearted figure, without
lament for tattered homes and frayed hulls of a child's
laughter, pulled from heavy sacks. But all are beaten dogs
on morbid eyes, clubbed all with gentle hands and choked
with deft ideals-malformed. How artful though, that no
pinion primed should go clipped, nor aviaries-bold should
hold them here, but only should their minds be tainted–
Made whole in mechanics-belt driven. Just stay and take
my woeful Ode: Tyranny be your maxim; conformity be
our dying ways.

Dark ways; made so dark only in their leaden glare, that all
should turn and close their eyes for night. Monolithic as
mauled humans, ravished as the bark of black Willows and
pawing tides‒ all an empty obelisk of horrors-makeshift.
Pavlovian; cold soup; torn rags on the dashboard‒ and
for miles upon miles, ravaged quill over sunken hills, the
feathers poured here as ink into my ebbing dreams. Though,
to think yet that all had been warm upon a day, now too
distant and criminal. Too nefarious for notion, to hold
wolves for wool, and kooks for feathers stalked to hiding.

How to taint a mind softly, to cage a bird without clipping its' wings.

#gradualism #indoctrination #propaganda #toxicity #technocracy

Nur Almaz May 2015

Knowledge

Knowledge is power, knowledge is light,
Knowledge is for the fearless,
It is not for the faint at heart.

Ignorance is bliss,
but never when it comes to our religion.
How can you say this is the City of Destruction,
when you refuse to see the majesty of His creation.
How can you say this life is Hell,
when all you do is dwell,
on you life, on your sins,
on your mistakes, and past misdoings.

He is powerful, He is kind.
He is forgiving, and with His light,
you will never be blind.

Seek His help, seek His guidance,
Don't ever give up, and never be in despair.
Face every difficulty with patience.
Verily with every hardship comes ease.
Only then will you savour the sweetness of the Heavens.

Loveless Mar 2016

***** Tricks.

Though we’re from different worlds,
The red string of fate joins us together.
Is this a cruel trick played on us by the gods,
Or are we being punished for past misdoings.

Loving someone so deeply,
And yet knowing you can never be together..
Such a thing is so unfortunate,
That I cannot help but question why..

What was the point of us meeting?
Of us falling in love?
If it will only bring us both pain,
I wish I could free your sorrow.

Is there a place that exists just for us?
Or is such a place only reserved for those pure at heart?
Our love will always be tainted with our betrayal,
In the end.. We can only bleed together.

#love #sin #sadness #darkness #affair #him #longing #loneliness

Melancholy of Innocence Aug 2019

Martyr's LOVE Cry

I promise on everything I LOVE
In your LOVE, I'm ready to die
I'll fight life at every longing
I'll sing your LOVE tunes every moment

It's our messenger of LOVE that proclaims
It is only worthy to live
If only one lives and dies for LOVE

With each progressive footsteps of yours
I will live a new life with my death
So that you can tread towards happiness

Everyone comes with something for you
I come with my LOVE
To gift my EGO "I" for YOU

Let people shower red rose flowers
On path of your success
I surrender my head on a plate
As a present of your achievements

Whatever name you call me as
Whatever name worlds teases me with
But my intense passion is to LOVE YOU
I will ignite the fire with LOVEz flame
YOU have blessed me to live

If any thing, if anyone
Tries to come on your way
With my prayers and devotion
I will stop them to protect YOU
From any adversary to come your way

I will remove all the traces of
Any misdoings from your way
That may be a reason for any hindrance
To your riding the path of glory

If you encounter a prison
If you bump into a wall
If you face the shackles
I will break them all for you
With the power of my LOVE

I've borne every agony on me
I've gone through every pain
I've embrace your sorrows
I've drank your sadness

Yet BELOVEDz I'm still not done
I know this is just the beginning
I'm prepared for bigger sufferings

Be aware that till I'm alive
I'll walk with the flag of your LOVE
Carrying your victory medals on my chest
I'll never stop LOVING YOU
Even if I've to suffer more
And in the process I'll die for you
I'm ever more ready for that too

I've tied the shroud on my head
I'll embrace miseries and plights
I'll hug humiliations & subjugation
I'll invite sacrifice and forfeit

I'll smile on this path of your LOVE
And show you - how much I LOVE YOU
So that when you see and feel
My sufferings and my slow death
You can TRUST me and my LOVE

So promise me that
You will never cry - my BELOVEDz
Promise me - YOU'll never be sad
YOU are my LOVERz - my BELOVEDz
In sufferings and death
My LOVE for you will live forever

It is for YOU - I became your LOVER
I've stopped existing
Since YOU became my LOVERz

Everyone rides the horse of life
Let the world see me as a LOVERz
Galloping riding the horse of death

We'll FREE each other with our LOVE
YOU'll feel EMPOWERED by LOVING

Such LOVE STORIES are rare
Created once in a millennium
Only with BELOVEDz like YOU
One gives birth to a LOVERz like me

Let the world raise
The benediction of our LOVE
While seeing our LOVE
Let the world learn to LOVE

Martyr's LOVE Cry

Greenie Mar 2017

Bonescream

But one of the times,
the lake
s w allo w e d us when we’d been
reckless, swore too hard, acted out, it
gobbled
us
up with its ‘YOU’s and its ‘CEDE’s
!
On cursed days,
I wake up
!!
I caught a glimpse of your face as we drowned,
nacreous skin over your willow tree bones, you,
weren’t looking at me, you
may have been dead
!!!
Still, you ossificate as you rust
and spill at me with unintentional toxins,
continue to quote Bradbury, self-comatize with rain-
tainted sunsets and suffocating darknesses
!!!!
Of course it’s unjust
That I must adhere to these chains of flesh,
marinate in my own foamed misdoings
!!!!!
*******
!!!!!!
I will be whole again
I will be whole again
I will be whole again

Jamesb Sep 2023

Enough!

I have been my own castigator far too long,
I have beaten myself up for my misdoings,
And rightly so but no more!
What matters is not the man I have been,
It is the man that writes these words,
It is the sorrow regret and repentance
In my heart that matters now,
More than that,
It is my actions moving forward,

For I am no more a monster or an ****,
Or other descriptor of how I was,
I am now just me,
The real me,
A man inherently decent; back in integrity,
A man who loves,
Oh dear Lord GOD how I love!
And just one Lord and one lady there
For all eternity,

I am a solid man with love and strength and skills,
A man who pours himself into the help of others
Often un reported and usually un remarked
Yet effective all the same,
And this man no longer needs castigation,
There is no more point nor place in it,
He needs love for sure
But more than that he needs
Permission to love

Permission to love and see that love accepted
Treasured and valued,
Permission to be someone's person and them mine,
Love is what we all are born for,
Not hate or anger revenge or retribution,
Why **** a man or his love "just in case"?
Be ready to react if it fails but
For my part it will not fail,
I will not fail,

Not this day,
Not tomorrow,
Nor any other day,

I am like a ship in a storm with monster seas and wallowing under thousands of tons of water. Finally my bouyancy is kicking in. My ship is rising, shedding the seas and my engines are still running. I am making way and I am setting course to a better way of being

#newcourse #redirection #love #truth #integrty

abs May 2016

rebuild pt: 11

constantly, i attempt
to bury the betrayal
but it burns my insides
and allows you
to conseal your misdoings

Àŧùl Nov 2016

Inside My Head And Inside My Heart

You have left your imprint,
On each one of my mannerisms,
Underlining my psyche.

Loving your tantrums,
Overgrew my age,
So dearly loving you,
Ever so deeply I used to.

Minding your misdoings not,
E*ver I was useful for you.

#you #me #lose

Ayeglasses Apr 2020

Mistiming

They are so few and so fleeting
Wispy ghosts of a feeling
Made into powerful poltergeist
Emboldened into something nice

Rarely do they come to breathe
From the suffocating coffin sea
Of all the hopes making pleas
Crying out to care for me

Mistimings grand and misdoings few
Such a simple want to care for you

"Well I am currently seeing someone..."

Tom Shields Jun 2020

Eat Crow

I am so angry that I slip away from a recognizable persona in my rage
in my younger days I called this temper by a name, mistaken
for a personality all its own, I called him Thomas
I hated him, myself, separated from my actions
to claim responsibility for wicked mischief, misdeeds
amoral, apathetic and unconscionable misdoings
that by burying him I only cried wolf to seem safe
to those who loved me, as even years might pass
and I would be so well-behaved and never slip
but the bitterness is repressed, bottled
it is the Irish, my grandfather dancing a jig on my heart
and my father before, who withdraws into remorseful isolation
from standing over me with his belt and seething,
who works away for weeks,
it is the curse of all the men in my family
the predisposition to heart attacks
we who die of broken hearts; explosive
ignoble, ignorant and all the damning damage we do
only the very best of men grow beyond themselves in this regard
as my father did, though in his shadow I cool my heels
content for this poison to run its course
that I might die in touch with an honest merging
of two sides
of one dead snake.

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