"misprint" poems
In my thoughts of poetry you are a prose
Never following any structure I impose
In the ink I press on paper you are a smear
Always making perfect chaos due to your fear
In the book of us that I am binding
Your unraveling I am finding
In my publishing process you are a misprint
Never meant to be but an everlasting imprint
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
You wore a paper white quiet
like the spaces between
words
And that’s when I realised
that we-
Are a misprint
unique, beautiful in a way
but never now to be.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
He broadcasts a misprint offender.
He is advised to question plutocracy.
He is deformed at birth and then again later.
He goes to war with a violin case as a a weapon.
He grabs all the paintings off the wall at once.
He is in an art museum.
He is in a grassroots rebellion against the free market society.
He is crashing a boat into the Pentagon.
He is chewing on a metal bottle cap and his teeth are all breaking off.
He is not allowed into the back seat of his own car.
He is watching a play from very far.
He yawns in a diner.
He lies in his bed.
Everyone overwhelms a giant.
Everyone recovers the disappointing vehicle throughout the famine.
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
He broadcasts a misprint offender.
He is advised to question plutocracy.
He is deformed at birth and then again later.
He goes to war with a violin case as a a weapon.
He grabs all the paintings off the wall at once.
He is in an art museum.
He is in a grassroots rebellion against the free market society.
He is crashing a boat into the Pentagon.
He is chewing on a metal bottle cap and his teeth are all breaking off.
He is not allowed into the back seat of his own car.
He is watching a play from very far.
He yawns in a diner.
He lies in his bed.
Everyone overwhelms a giant.
Everyone recovers the disappointing vehicle throughout the famine.
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
I came back to the poem with more ideas,
Trying to wake up the unsuspecting reader
To walk with them though my stories
I didn’t want them to think I was rapping
nor was I singing the blues
Poetry is no longer frightening
Like a sudden force of lightening;
Awakening your senses to the art
From the start: to the fuzzy end
I dared you not to walked away from this piece
However, I beg of you to read this piece with ease
Today, I wish that the little birds on my window
Will sing to me, but instead the cold morning breeze
kept them away:
An exciting dimension of their songs makes my day
Comes alive:
In my lucid dream last night, I saw beach goers
Watching the tides go in and out:
way down the harbor road
Their soak their feet in a stream
of warm running water
So I took a seat and I joined the relaxing crowd
Dreams are scarier, more than poetry.
**Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out
of the heart of darkness comes the light. ~Jean Giraudoux**
I came back to this poem with a sense of knowing, that a
Poet can survive everything but a misprint Oscar -Wilder
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
Don't Tell Me What to Do !
Just a humorous look at the ten commandments!
Handed down biblical tablets,
Telling us what not to do!
Not sure if they apply to you!
Message was I'm not to steal,
Or so the bible said,
Have no money left today,
Will starve and end up dead,
Out of sight's not out of mind,
Not sure what else to do,
Steal a sandwich,
One or maybe two!
Which I would never do!
See nothing funny,
Commandment two,
Thou shalt not ****
With this commandment,
I hereby concur with you!
Worship no-one human,
In this our mortal world of sin,
If God exists there's only one,
So let his will be done!
To make a graven image ,
Is a phoney,
Misdemeanour,
Wee mischief,
Does that include a photograph?
Maybe does,
So Moses said!
Depends interpretation,
*** I hear you say,
You took his name in vain,
Not such a great thing to say,
Within this Godly game!
Mother, mother where's my tea,
Get it now,
Get it for me,
Little honour left these days,
Sure it's there a bit,
Unfound unnoticed,
It beats me!
You married once,
Hoped for life,
What went wrong,
Found someone,
Another's husband,
Or someone else's wife,
With this statement I agree,
But don't stay if unhappy,
Steal not another's mate,
A cheating heart,
Well that ain't great!
In Adulterer's Bible, sixteen hundred and thirty one,
A misprint, stated errors, sated,
'Thou shalt commit adultery'
A.K.A, The Wicked Bible!
Thought this was really rather funny!
Steal lies and nothing else,
When stolen just discard them,
Gossip not,
Keep phantom stories to yourself,
Enough muck and lies in field of life,
Without them further spreading!
Take nothing from your neighbours,
Without their prior permission,
You may not want to love them,
Take them to your heart or care,
We all have human needs you do declare,
That one day you may need them there!
Some of these are mixed together,
In one almighty mess!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
My happiness was just a misprint
The timing can't be more awful
I rebuilt myself up from the ground
I expected that I'd grown from it
Yet somehow I've regressed to when
I let shadows seep through cracks
I've just left myself vulnerable
Is there a cure for hollow cries
Where hope could spill I swim in fear
Of retracing my oldest of habits
The future was once an invitation
And at this time has been rescinded
So I hide in my corner and wait forever
That I'd flow with the courage I lack
But as everything is taken from me
The unknown is deadlier than I wish
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
I'm a bomb set to a different drum,
combusted to an unhumanly beat.
It's not you,
it's Death,
it's fantasy,
it's you because you're me,
i'm the insanity splashed in red
against your plumage skin.
Explode to resist
tongue at my edged
tip's a tack of misprint words scattered to letters,
it's masterpieces shattered
on the holy savior's skin.
i'll beat to a new theme,
breathe Death's lips spindled on teeth so forlorn to lost.
I'm only pretending me to be,
them to redisplay
we's got issues beneath paper flesh
feels of oceans and drummer boy beats.
It's insanity me
and we speak of for angels plague days of night
and stars a light,
oh it's good,
it's so sweet as infinity's drink.
Immortality's a price for mind
and motions never could keep,
i'll take to crazy under body so age untouched,
years of bitter-sweet.
I'll lose mentality before i die with serenity,
die in minds eye before I and us,
we and them die to God's rule,
perish in fire beyond the grasp of Death's savior hands.
I'll bite bullets before Death could ever catch.
Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC
I am artsem issue
Issue not from goodsex
Unperson unfit for ownlife
Think strict bellyfeel
Doubleplus undark
Rectify misprint in oldthink
Blackwhite
Ref. joycamp issue
Not fullwise goodthinker
Of The Golden Country
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
Misfit
Misprint
I was made completely wrong
I don’t fit the standards
Size or personality wise
I’m wider than average
And less than funny
My personality is strange
My chest is larger than typical range
I can be witty at times
But those are as rare as my rhymes
I’m unloved by most
Angry and angsty even at my best
I love sleep quite a lot
Though it never sets my soul at rest
I’m bursting at the seams within
With dreams of things far out of reach
Craving attention
But not accepting what I get
Always wanting more
But I am told I deserve less
Never good enough for society
But never given a reason why
Mislabeled
just like everything else
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
She held herself high
that was until she was dragged into an all time low
she hoped to have run away from all the lies
until she noticed she was telling them left and right
staying out late at night hoping a light would light up her dull life
Everyone in town knew she was a bright girl
but no one knew the downward swirls she has when she's alone
or the thoughts she has that are nothing like the smooth jazz her parents expect
she's different
she feels like a mistake, a misprint
no one knows she feels like this
with her pretty face and good looks
she wishes it would stop and doesn't know how long it will last
maybe she just got fooled by her own mask.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
As you struggle to sleep next to their naked silhouette
with the moonlight hitting their skin perfectly
Believing that you could never be an asset in their life,
only a misprint that does not belong
Will you watch over them as they sleep,
replaying all the late night conversations you had
All the plans you made to see the world,
to try new things together
While you lay there will you reminisce
on all the nights you spent whispering
sweet nothings against them, making them moan your name
Your desire for them petrifies you
The yearning to touch them
Yet you rise and leave
You disappear into the dark world
No words spoken.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
The hearse ride was pleasant,
Through the glass windows
seeing people pass by.
But when I reached
the grave,
I realised
That there was a misprint
on my epitaph.
Now I must wait another day,
before they bury me.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 5:51 AM UTC
Some people want to be remembered
Others would rather forget
Some seek a misplaced grace
Still more drown in regret
But we're all smaller than something
Together, greater than anything
Alone, reduced to nothing
A single invisible suffering
Half-life static decay
Mental chemical waste
Earth bound grounded plague
Over-stimulated daze
Broken bottle haze
Acid rainy days
Tragic little plays
****** ******* maze
Everything's trivial
In the literal sense
That answers don't make a difference
And facts won't bring deliverance
Your life is a misprint.
So just keep crawling down the road
And see just where it goes
No one knows.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
Life’s a missed stitch, a stain, a misprint
A crumpled ball inside your head,
Ironed out and wrinkled again;
Tossed into the waste bin, I kissed the rim
And slipped, now I’m holding onto the edge
Like some failed gymnast- a trapeze artist
Without a sense of balance.
Stupid *****
You balled a fist attached to weak wrists,
Went for an easy hit, swung and missed;
Knocked yourself unconscious.
-SLuR
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
"Hmm..."
"What is it?"
"Ya know those sweethearts?"
"Those what?"
"You know, those little candies you can get around valentines that'll have like 'I love you' or 'be mine' and stuff on them."
"Yeah...What about 'em?"
"Well, sometimes they don't have anything on them. They're just like a forgotten wordless misprint..."
The leaves were crunching against our feet. Our beautiful feet. I was cold and I knew exactly what I was saying. I smoothed my hair and with a slow bright toned whisper, I said,
"...the misprints are always the best..."
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
Should you not find me...
Defining life by seconds
Etching memories on my hands
Should you not find me...
Rehearsing methods in the dressing room
Defining life, I assume
Gin and tonic
Misprint logic
Should you not find me...
Beautifully catastrophic
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
"what is love?"
a question asked by an inquisitive 3 year old
love is something I have for you
a well meaning mom attempts to explain
*love is what your dad and I have
we love each other and we love you*
she says, trying to convince herself of the same
you will be raised in a house full of love
and that was her hope
but she couldn't make a man love
and so she taught her children
what love wasn't but labeled it as what love was
in hopes that they would feel
like they had grown up
in a loving environment
but as adults they struggled
their relationships never lasting
because love had always been
half hearted attempts on holidays and birth days
but cruel words and inattention the rest of the year
it had been painful and loud
never soft and easy
It takes a lot to peel off the label of love
and realize that jar you'd been given
was a misprint
it took them years even a lifetime
to rebuild an idea of love
into something that was true
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC