"misunderstandings" poems
i had thought
the boy in my computer science class
with the foreign skin and army outfit
was the epitome of adorable
breaking into spanish when he got overexcited about learning
which was always
and i was excited when we were paired together today
until he seemed genuinely impressed by my competency
and contributed nothing
suddenly his misunderstandings of gender and sexism no longer
seemed like something i could cutely teach him about
but a tragic flaw
and a person i didn't want to be around
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
It means you tried to look pretty for another man. You put on your eyeliner and mascara to attract him, look good for him. You put on a skin tight dress for him. You looked at him in the eyes and let him touch your hands or your back. You sat in the front seat with him and you let him give you flowers. You tried to want him, to love the color of his eyes or to like the shape of his body. You looked at him with lustful eyes without love. For a moment, you even tried to picture him as your husband or to have his child or what his child would look like if it were yours too. You might even have thought of his lips on yours or his body on top. You spoke to him with all the wrong intentions, not for work, not because he lives at your dorm or because you know him a bit, not even because he's just a random friend, but because of all the wrong intentions.
And all this was within 10 days of your drama and now you still have the audacity to tell me all about your loyalty and about how you've been nothing but loyal but if that, you think is loyalty then you don't know half the meaning of that word because loyalty doesn't need to taste other men/women and it sure wouldn't have put him in my shoes. Loyalty wouldn't try to lust over other men like a **** or dress up in **** tight jeans for them. Loyalty wouldn't need a free trial.
And lets flip roles here and say I tried to do what you did and lets say I took a pretty girl with straight hair out for a drive in my car and lets say I used my best perfume to smell nice for her and to want her to want to kiss me and lets say she's been trained to cook the best food and look the best for a husband and she's smart too and lets say that for a moment I try to want myself to want to be her husband and lets say she's more into me than I'll ever be into her and all she wants is to be sitting on my lap but she won't say it and I know her intentions but I take her out anyway and I wear my best button down and I say no to her proposal of getting me into her bed late at night but that doesn't mean I didn't try to want to say yes.
Would you call me "loyal" then if it took me lesser than 2 weeks to **** up a 3 year relationship which was made of so much more than 2 bodies, which was made of two hearts and souls. 10 days isn't enough for "loyalty" to want to move on or to try to. Loyalty is a pledge witnessed by god. Loyalty holds itself up in distance or in despair or in sickness or in misunderstandings and it surely holds itself up much longer than 10 ******* days.
So tell me whatever, tell me you aren't sorry or that you don't want him and you want me or don't want me or tell me about why we will never happen or why we will, tell me of his seven figure salary (and I won't give a **** tell me his pros and all my cons, tell me how I was never enough or how I was too much, tell me whatever but don't you dare act loyal to make yourself feel better about your selfish **** self by calling it self-love and don't you dare tell me about stories of your loyalty with me because it only takes one to **** it all up and don't you dare disgrace my loyalty to you by ever calling yourself loyal after going out on a date with him.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Beyond the crown of clouds
darts the Rainbow Serpent
covered in shroud.
Where the magik is mundane,
world like a jewel of wonder,
the Wizard's otherworldly plane.
Dashing and spinning
through the blossoms of morning awe
A stunning Rainbow serpent, I had saw.
Visions of a madman
condemned to misunderstandings.
Am I the last of the people who dream in color?
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
Shadows bless the night
As we huddle tighter
Sharing a sacred journey
Adversity piles upon us at times
But our human nature screams
Survival at all costs
If I reached out my hand
Would you accept
If I humbled myself at your feet
Would you stay
Or would you run
Afraid and confused of your own reflection
Cotton candy
As sweet as spice
Exquisitely the spider weaves her
Majestic web
As we weave our stories with the threads of time illuminated in the heavens for those who have gone before us
Be it a simple question of time
Of misunderstandings
Or lost promises
We will return
In circles we spiral upwards
Holding onto the very thread that bore our bodies from dust and turned them into the stars I see within your eyes
You are my muse
You are all and everything
Without means words don’t flow
Feelings stay intombed
And my body will return to dust before it betrays you
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
*"Living would be an awful adventure"
Said the actor in my favorite movie
Now I understand
The meaning of those words
'Cause in life we do stupid things
Things we can't do over
No matter how much we wish
Some things can happen due to misunderstandings
And misunderstandings can lead to a lot of awful things
You might end up saying hurtful things,
which you never meant
Words you can't take back
No matter how much you regret...
In the end you'll sit back
With all the hurtful things
that you've Said and done
While all the other words
Are stuck on your tongue
As the actor said
"Living would be
an awful adventure"*
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
The strike of the cane, with the rush of pain.
Flooding you with such emotion,
Such satisfaction in the face of the man you lay with.
Though the pain is not the reasoning for your tears.
No. The tears show your sheer enjoyment. Many won't understand, but your love is not for them to understand anyway. His actions deriving from you deepest wishes.
Are for you alone.
Many long to be one with another, you have found it though. In the purest way. Equally giving into each other, willingly giving away your freedom to one another.
Ropes tighten as you feed each others fire.
A fire burning so bright untill the two of you
No longer can.
Though let it be known. Your love will clear many misunderstandings for the open minded ones. The love and need for pain. Solely for each others understanding.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
I don't know where should I start,
But lately it's been tearing me apart.
I guess I should start by apologizing,
'Coz I might have caused you too much overthinking.
I hate fighting, especially with you.
You're my bestfriend and I hope we could get this through.
You mean a lot to me more than you'll ever know.
Despite of our differences, misunderstandings and petty fights, still, I will never let you go.
I could never stay mad at you for too long,
'Coz I know this friendship is just too strong.
I also hate the fact being this far away.
It's hard to reach out and express the things I want to say.
Even though I'm deeply hurt, I will choose to set that aside and stick by your side.
Whether you like it or not I'll always be here;
So please lend me your ear.
I am hoping by the time you finished reading this, all the good memories of ours, you'll reminisce.
You are irreplaceable Pauline and you are worth fighting for. I ran out of rhymes but who cares? I just want to let you know that right now.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
Attempts to read between the lines
Can be painful and it’s true
That one must first ensure
What they interpret
Is what is meant by you
The next time you get your feelings hurt
By what you thought you read
Make sure you read the lines themselves
And understand what is said
So many misunderstandings
And arguments that ensue
Are caused by not understanding
What is said to you
Listen closely truth is silent
Let the silence speak to you
But remember to listen carefully
To what is being said too
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 12:31 PM UTC
For answering my call, despite not being free
For staying up late, giving up on your sleep,
For listening to my stories, not batting an eyelid
For singing to me, as I'd welcome my dreams!
For how you'd hold me close amidst friends, and beam
For how you've thanked every waiter who has served us a meal
For that first kiss you planted on my forehead in glee
For wiping my tear which trickled down, after some movie!
For noticing the pimple that caused a blemish on my cheeks -
And yet making me believe that I was still queen!
For how when you hug me and make me daydream
For how your eyes still look at me and brightly gleam!
For the silly misunderstandings on that Valentine's eve,
For the times you forgave and the mistakes you let be -
For respecting my choices and being with me
For the happiness you brought in, as agonies were forced to leave!
For thinking beyond the barriers of caste and creed -
For the patience shown as I kept testing if you would ever flee,
For bringing back faith and offering a love - in which I could believe
For teaching me that as we give back, more in abundance we receive!
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 10:39 AM UTC
Constantly craving a crazed
Escape
Fleeing reality, piece by piece
Aware the immortality
Isn't an option
Never ceasing to seek
Release
Questioning other's
Translucent translation
Of a world that centers
All of us each
Construals clashing, creating division
Misunderstandings at war
No point in speech
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
I can't still believe it,
You are arriving to my side
And the night is a handful
Of stars and happiness.
I feel, taste, listen and see
Your face, your long step,
Your hands and, however,
I can't still believe it.
Your return has so much
In common with you and me,
That, because I guess it I say it,
And because of the doubts I sing it.
No one ever could replace you
And the most trivial things
Become fundamental,
Because you are arriving home,
However I still
Doubt of this good luck,
Because the pleasure of having you
Seems to me like a fantasy.
But you come and it is sure
And you come with your gaze,
And for that reason your arrival
Makes the future magic.
And although I have not always understood
My blames and my breakdowns,
On the other hand I know that in your arms
The world has sense.
And if I kiss the audacity
And the mystery of your lips
There won't be doubts nor misunderstandings,
I will love you much more.
Mario Benedetti
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
All the mistakes I made in the past
They follow and chase me down my path
I'm trying to let them go
But they won't leave me alone
Errors and misunderstandings
These two words I cannot fathom
They keep pulling me down
And closer to the ground
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
For as long as I can remember
My daddy doesn't cry.
Ridiculous, I know,
But I never saw a tear leave his eyes.
When his son got sent away,
My daddy didn't cry.
When he lost his job
Again and Again and Again
My daddy didn't cry.
When his brother died
My daddy didn't cry.
When we found out my siblings had autism
My daddy didn't cry.
When his sister in law died,
My daddy didn't cry.
When his mom died 26 hours later,
My daddy didn't cry.
But when my father realized that he was slowing losing me
When I had failed to tell him how much I loved him
He sat in the car
Tears shining in his eyes
And he begged me
He begged me to give him a second chance.
And as a single tear streamed down his face
I couldn't help but tear up myself
At the thought of all the miscommunication
All the fights and all the misunderstandings
For the first time in forever
I actually felt loved by father,
That first time
I saw my daddy cry.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:19 AM UTC
PENTECOST = PINKSTEREN ( in Dutch )
Especially for Mr. Syd 4ever !! God's greatest Blessings for you.
MIS - understand - in = means stand in another place,
misunderstanding = do not understand each other.
Pentecost is the language that everyone understands,
for they are pentecosted.
An empty sack can not walk right or stand upright (African proverb).
Pentecost means that we are again people
who can understand each other in the Spirit of Jesus,
let us pray to God that He again gives us the spirit of Jesus.
Let us pray singing,
Let us pray singing,
that this Pentecost will give us new strength again,
that this Pentecost may bless us again,
that this Pentecost will give us strength again to forgive our fellow man,
that this Pentecost will breathe again life in us,
with the power that is able to forgive and overcome all the mistakes and misunderstandings,
and we will also experience as such:
Forgive and be forgiven
Do not look whether we are rich or poor,
this Pentecost may allow us to experience
that feeling of complete pleasure
in all total love and peace.
That this cup may always overflow with solidarity, love and care.
Peace of the Lord be upon us
until the end of time.
Amen....
a Dedication to Syd 4ever,
with unconditional love, Sylvia.
Sylvia Frances Chan
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
Misunderstandings can be caused
By the slightes thing
Things that have been done
Without thinking
Over the consequenses
Actions can be done in anger
Words can be said in sadness
And in the end
They can both cause problems
But...
Some times actions can
slove what words have caused
And some times words can heal
the wounds created by actions
But sometimes
only time
Can heal everything that have happened
And some wounds
Won't heal at all...
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
I.
This is just another bad poem
Just vomited-thoughts-left-on-paper poem
This is a collection of grammatical errors
This would surely make my English teacher cringe
But no worries, I didn’t write this for her
II.
This bad poem is for you
May my subject and verb disagreement
remind you of all those misunderstandings that lead to raised voices
and nights where I cried myself to sleep
Sentence construction was never my strength, it still isn’t, maybe that’s why you never truly understood me—
called me difficult and bipolar
You said that I was too much
Did it ever occur to you that you might just misread me, like homonyms,
same words but with different meanings
misread my jealousy with accusations,
my concern for excessive affection
You said that I loved you too much
but darling, did you even love me at all?
Did I put too much meaning on your words,
turned them into similes and metaphors?
Turned your literal statements into figures of speech
You told me that you liked me,
so I blissfully interpreted it as a hyperbolic expression— called it love when obviously it wasn’t
III.
I was never good at using punctuations
I put too much commas,
unnecessary, misused, I kept trying to hold on
Afraid of the inevitable end,
Switched to semi-colons in an attempt to make it a few words longer
Because despite all our grammatical errors
no matter how shameful our piece of literature was to the English language
It was beautiful to the untrained eye,
To those who read poetry as it is
To those who don’t dig deep in search of true meaning behind the metaphors
It was beautiful to me
But I eventually learned that infinitives and infinities are different,
in spite of sharing infinite as the root word
Like our love,
started with something so promising
but unlike most novels,
there’s no happy ending
So I accepted defeat,
accepted the inevitable and bitter end
No more committing the same mistakes over and over again,
the same words over and over again,
Accepted the fact that synonyms existed,
words with the same meaning but also entirely different
new and unfamiliar, foreign and peculiar
IV.
I accepted defeat
No more commas or semi-colons
We have reached the couplet of our free formed sonnet—
I was never good with endings, I don’t think I’ll ever be,
So darling I hand you the pen, set us both free.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 7:31 AM UTC
“I know why the heart gets lonely
Every time you give your love away.” (*)
Puts me in mind
Of a man who embodied our eternal, sometimes fruitless search
And why the heart is a lonely hunter.
John Singer, you silently sang,
Of heartbreak and devotion to someone
And the eternal search for those elusive qualities
Those missing puzzle pieces we all look for
Happiness
Acceptance
Love
Always seem out of our grasp
Like a puddle of water
On the sunbaked, summertime highway of our lives
Traveling
Always looking for something
Hunting for anything
To let us know we’re human
We’re loved
But still our lonely hearts search on
“I know why the heart gets lonely
Every time you give your love away.” (*)
The heart is a lonely hunter.
Staring out the window of the bus
Thinking about the ones I love
And wondering if it is all worth it.
I wish I could’ve sat down with you, Mr. Singer,
And compared notes through pantomimes
Written words of your struggles
Maybe I could’ve understood you better than others
Deaf and mute, you
Couldn't communicate with words,
Couldn't hear what other said,
Instead you communicated with looks of compassion
Serenity,
Composure
Masking a single-minded devotion to one person
And you let others who lean on you
Attaching what meaning they may
To the nonverbal cues you say to them.
When some of it wasn’t what you really intended.
Believe me, Mr. Singer.
I know all too well the misunderstandings
That come up in the name of simple love
Or the search for it.
“I know why the heart gets lonely
Every time you give your love away.”
You think you have something special
But does the other person really understand you?
And when others need you, and vice versa,
They fail to see behind the wall masking
Your true heart
What you’re really trying to tell them
And even with the powers of speech and hearing
Would you still have made yourself understood?
Misunderstanding, it’s so easy
Words are woefully inadequate
Because people will see what they want to anyway
They attach their own meanings to the words you say
Mister Singer, I can understand why you blew a hole in your chest
Sometimes that gaping hole is more preferable
To the gaping hole left by a broken, misunderstood heart
“I know why the heart gets lonely
Every time you give your love away.
And if you think that you are only
A shadow in the wind
Blowing around but when
You let somebody in
They might fade away.” (*)
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 12:28 PM UTC
I should be given the gold medal for creating misconceptions
Cause i always accidentally start misunderstandings
With my poor word structure
A sad excuse for a poet like me
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
Sixteen sweet years
Of pink promises kept
"I dos" and tender, gentle vows
Wedding rings of gold
A wedlock between two lovers
Trailing wedding veils of sheer lace
Love within a burning flame
Kept alive throughout the years
Hard times seen through together
Quarrels and misunderstandings
Even tiny little differences of opinions settled
Never interfering with the love you share
Your days of love will never end
You kept your promise ever since that day
When you both held hands and said fervently
And wholeheartedly "I do"
Then two hearts joined and became one
~Marian~
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
The picture frame is slanted
Because every time I tried to make it straight again
I remember the moment
In the photograph
When it was
You and I
Suddenly
I remember all the things
You weren't
In all the things
That were
And I see the start of my
Misery
The clothes are hanging out
In the sun
And i watched as the same light that dried them
Resembled
The spark we once had
But that wasnt the only spot
In the house
The house of flaw and misunderstandings
The house that still echoed "i love you"'s
That you didn't mean
That wasnt the only spot
That reminded me of where it all went wrong
Because upstairs
My blanket is messy
I spent
Night after night
Thinking of when it would cover the both of us again
In the living room
I have gifts left unopened
Because I spent the entire Christmas morning
Thinking
Of what I could give back to you
And even the narrowest corner
In the abandoned attic
My guitar seemed only to have five strings
And I wondered
How
Could something incomplete
Still
Sound so beautiful
But our love
Wasn't like that
I had to remind myself time in
And time out
That bluberries don't start out ripe
There was a time your porcelain teeth
Bit into the plump berry
And it didnt quite taste right
But you kept chewing even with your face
Splattered with the unripe juice
This
Is what it was like
This
Is what we were like
Because our love was a lot like the time
I ran out of acrylic paint
But the watercolors I replaced them with
Made every other picture
Blurry
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
My 9-5 doesn’t make me feel alive.
But with the money, I can put gas in my car so I can drive.
I want to drive away from all the problems of the world. The anger, the hate, and the weird situation I have with this one girl.
Although my love for her is deep and true, we had weird misunderstandings before, and now I guess her feelings are through.
Today I feel blue.
On a good day my soul would feel like mangos and pineapples in a smoothie, but because of my 9-5 my days have slowly become more gloomy.
Oh ‘boohoo’ me
“Look boy that’s just reality.
You think all day you can just sit at home play video games and watch TV?”
Well no it’s not like that, but I really do feel like this just ain’t the life for me.
I want to be happy. I want to be free. I want to have good company, and stop feeling so god **** lonely.
I want to feel hope
not sit inside the house looking for different ways to cope.
They say a job like this it’s just a stepping stone,
But why does it feel like they’re throwing stones?
Now my body and spirit feels too weak to try and find something else.
So
Cry Baby, Cry,
Cry so that you don’t lose your mind.
Cry Baby, Cry,
Cry so that you don’t feel like **** inside.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
We walked along the ocean for about an hour
Lost in conversation
I suppose it was needed after misunderstandings six months ago
We encountered lots of things on the way
There were mangroves and wet sand, hot coral, dry sand, sea **** couple dried up sea urchins
A bunch of other ****
Just things the tide had dumped
We stopped for a while to watch the sun
Which was setting, and do you remember how you said
It looked as if, far out on the horizon, this great orangey-yellow ball that was suspended in the sky with invisible ropes
Was slowly being lowered into the ocean, sinking
Never mind me, you said, I’m not making any sense
I understood what you meant, I think, I wanted to kiss you
Waves were breaking, gently crashing into our bare feet
And I noticed this cut on your foot, just a little one,
I think you hadn’t even realised it was there
But I kept quiet, didn’t say ****
And all your toenails were painted blue
And the waves would break over them and slowly retreat,
Leaving your feet wet and toenails glistening,
It was kind of a pretty thing to look at.
I don’t know how to be romantic
I don’t know how to write poetry
All I know
Is that you are a mermaid
And I am drowning,
Will you save me?
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
goal oriented affections mean nothing
do i have a problem he asked
ungripped from the idea of desire
slight misunderstandings amongst those present
watch it all unfold
beneficial mistakes led to destiny
beautiful positions fill the space between
pure vanity overtakes love not meant to be
affections without true purpose
lungs spilling the life you have
on the brink of death
all for the misuse of her humility
simply to be with the girl of your dreams
broken hearts between brought you to me he realized
the lives he's taken before was worth it
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 11:15 AM UTC