"underestimating" poems
Backed in.
Upside-down yet right-side-up.
My "Days Off" are never enough.
Backed in. Feelin rough.
Being alone in my quiet place is often tough.
My mind wanders, getting lost.
Missin out on bein about.
Locked up on a cold, cloudy, winter day.
No doubt.
No trust, no love, nothing to clutch...
I hold my blanket and pout.
Loudly.
No friends wander in and out.
Undoubtedly this pen holds no cure for a broken spirit and a broken heart.
I guess this just falls under "Vague Art".
But it's a new start...to an old art.
I should've known this'd be harder than being a martyr.
Underestimating the already underestimated.
It's my time to shine.
Mesmerized by the bright light.
I try not to fight it...this paper, My Shrine.
Im an ugly person with a handsome mind, intertwined with the devine.
My life, MY throw, MY time.
It's never this easy to draw strait lines...-----------------------
Nov 27, 2009
Nov 27, 2009 at 11:02 AM UTC
isolated thoughts amidst the night
gazing in wonder what an amazing sight
never underestimating the mystery laid out
always respecting the massive power
appreciating the view hour by hour
what should I fear but that which thought it
built and named with perfect ease
always a treasure to you and me
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 3:53 AM UTC
Feels like I'm fighting forever with these demons
Underestimating the toll it's having on my body
Can't let complications control me, just confuse
Killing the negativity could resolve this
Make me realize what I'm worth
Excite me with the possibilities
Harass me with profound positivity
Accept my unpredictable atrociousness,
Realize, realistically, that I can love.
Dance with my emotions, set me free.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
Competing,
sabotaging, manipulating,
controlling, demeaning, angering,
underestimating, avenging,
hurting
stops when you
learn to respect
that person.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
A pile of human teeth,
that which does not belong to itself but to the night and the moon
and the lock and the hook, that which once did belong to itself,
or to me,
a murmur and little more,
something you shake in the hope that answers to the questions
you want or some reasons you've yet to find
will come falling out,
an inhabitant in a house that becomes a crime scene during their absence and they cannot be an eyewitness,
she who wanders along the beach by the sea,
in search of shells,
to listen in for the sound of old echoes,
the unreal, suspended, irrelevant,
the night-time fragments leftover after
daylight gets its teeth in,
a rule-bender in asymmetrical glasses,
one of a family of confused clowns, juggling dreams
that were once in trees, struggling
and underestimating distance,
a cracked window in November that seems out of place,
a Tuesday afternoon, and specifically not a Friday sunse
or Sunday dawning,
a wishful **** belonging in the boneyard,
housing an ocean of unspeakables in
attic mind,
greenhouse heart,
cavern mouth full of sea,
the container of many unspeakables,
a cup, profoundly sad for being always a touch too empty,
contained inside a small glass bottle,
a paperweight.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
1) help endures even the worst pumpernickel shortbread ***** but understanding outweighs that of the pessimistic drug lords squatting in **** ridden sandlots.
2) compassion is for the virtuistic harlequins.
3) underestimating the estimatable is the idea, even under a load of unsettling emotions. just hoard them in your fannypack.
4)the *** next door may make your head spin, and the typewriter might make your nails crack. but, beyond all of that, there lies an undisclosed truth. one that neither the walls nor the space bar underneath your thumb will ever know:
I am here, and this is now.
Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 10:20 AM UTC
My hands glide over her body
My body glides in tune with hers.
The urge,
The need, the incredible temptation.
The suddenly surreal sensation.
Hands instinctly find their slippery way down her braziere;
Touching her there
Touching her here.
Carefully caressing her
Beautiful
Flawless twin triple scoops of creamy delicious vanilla ice cream.
Eyes abeam.
I pinch my ******* hard, my teeth longing to wrap themselves around hers.
Insatiable, rationable; moment deferred.
I'd love to stay and devour her, but my way must be made.
Body contact and relations, hormones fail to fade.
Raging.
I make my way with the heat on high.
Blast on full.
Clothes flying against the car wall.
Driving with both hands down my pants
Underestimating chance.
Not even the night can cool me down.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
Logical doesn’t have taste. It has circumstance. Only to be tasteful, is to be surrounded by a taste of what gradually makes a self importance greater to yourself. Proudly underestimating yourself at first. Giving closure to the surrounding areas. Taste has no boundaries here. A made-up friction. A made-up functionality. A dripping faucet without clarity. Dripping one social taste at any given time. Clarity giving rise to the surrounding areas with logical ingredients. Logical ingredients slapping taste buds without concern for logical praise. Logical praise that doubts it’s understanding of taste buds giving praise to ingredients without concern for how praise will affect it’s priorities. Priorities finishing the diversity of something logical with a taste. The taste buds feeling the diversities finalizing ingredients in their rightful places. Like shiny white plates on display for the crowd of praises effecting one’s own priorities. Teeth whitening the taste buds for greater effect. Praises finally giving the logical praise the taste it deserves. More surrounding areas include a broader crowd. A newer logical taste starts to emerge in the practice of ingredients giving logical praise to the logical priorities that govern it so. Praise from newer surroundings influencing more ingredients in the form of logical taste. More taste buds start feeling the diversities in the praise which salivates the practice of logical assessments. A reverse act giving rise to a simplified logical taste without boundaries.
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC
Enlighten Me-
I’m always underestimating self-master bating-
Graduated-
At the top of fund frustration-
My motivation needs money relations-
The contemplation of money making has my mind at a constant hating-
My breaking patience-
Has my mind like a **** relating-
Regulations of all my banking-
See my bank account disintegrating-
I’m suffocating-making payments-Late fee statements-
Debit-Credit-Cash-oking
Debit-Credit-Cash-oking
Racking bills my back is breaking-my nerves are shaking-
Shaking more than I anticipated-
Now I’m here with a life to fear-
Writing till my mind is clear-
Writing till I feel what’s real-
Writing till I seal a deal-
Multiplying-
Adding-Subtracting-and dividing-
Signing more checks than providing-
It’s suicide I’m not denying-Rhyming trying its crucifying-
Clocking in before the sun is rising Grinding flying hoping griming-living life nine to fiving-
Its re-revising-Re-defining-Rectifying-
More so that I think I’m hiding-
Killing with finical violence-Violating my banks alliance-
Maxing plastic so fantastic now I need some re-advising-interest rates have a grown man crying-Million dollars seem so un-winding-
Now I’m whining-
Constant buying-
Gas rates got me into biking-riding-fighting-
Just surviving-any discount seems so delighting-winning lotto seems o-so-righteous-buy one get one is so exciting-
Boot leg buying I ain’t lying-
Being broke is constant rewinding-It’s reminding-so relying-over drawing is my new binding-it’s confining-so I’m finding-Making takings of my disliking-Making takings that are so dang freighting-dollar scratchers are so inviting-
But this realization is so enlightening-
Moving as fast as a bolt of lighting-
I’m asking you G-d to help me like this-
I’m feeling the pain and I think I might just-
ROB ME A BANK-
BY:
RICHARD ITSKOVICH
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 2:57 PM UTC
~ Anticipation overwhelms the air
Time slows down, freedom elopes
~ Motionless, extremely unaware
Nervousness grows stronger, as my heart beats faster
~ A familiar face, everything changes
Emotions all fade, faith is restored
~ Right back where we left off, we continue the pages
Underestimating the new changes
~ Another 'hello' soon follows another 'goodbye'
Back to reality, we go our separate ways
~ Always remembering the little things throughout time
Our paths will meet again, we both know it's true
~ Commotion of lies from people around
Never believe them, they'll never force me to frown
~ We take what we want, and give what we take
Without this, we would believe and become what we hate
~ Another journey home, don't know what to expect
I know there will be you, and the things you protect
~ Dignity, reputation, what the people see
While I protect what makes me free
~Meagan Williams
1.15.13
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 5:45 AM UTC
They mistake my softness for weakness,
Like petals scattered in storms of hurt;
Not seeing how deep my roots extend
Through layers of wisdom and lessons learned.
Each kind word I choose to speak
Is backed by mountains moved in silence;
Each tender touch I dare to give
Springs from battles fought with resilience.
I've learned that armour weighs down the spirit,
Thorns can wound the hand holding the stem;
While my quiet strength flows like morning light,
Warming others without consuming them.
So let them wonder at my gentleness,
Let them question my peaceful stance;
Because I have found that mighty rivers
Flow with grace and not arrogance.
In a world of sharpened daggers,
I choose to be the sheltering tree,
Not because I cannot withstand the storm,
But because I’ve learned to just simply be.
My strength lies in understanding
That my heart does not need to prove,
The power that sustains its caring beat
And the quiet force that dares to love.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 2:18 AM UTC
living off
of apologies and time
spent in desperation
recollecting and reflecting
on where
all of the good vibes went
then
I may have smoked them.
underestimating my
control
of the situation
like I'm not
educated in protecting
my Peace
and healing my whole
mind, body
and Spirit
deflecting questions of
my integrity
all
because I prefer
complexity -
it takes me
three lefts
to make it right.
also some
times
I have to remind
myself
that it's okay
to cry
boiling hot emotions
got this little black kettle
singing high
currently
I'm choking
on the
hard pill
of a broken home
..heartache
worse than a broken bone
this is admitting to myself
that
I could be traumatized.
True.
I need a
get away
like Lenny says
quick break
with Mary, Garcia
and Vega
the only chance I ever get
to take flight.
in all Honesty
I am really
tired
of people
pushing me
and pulling me.
college drop-outs
they think
they schooling me
they are
tools to me.
Shorty,
swing my way
with that hammer
No
I'm not
driving for that *****
some say real
Love is
Black
some say it's
blue..
I say it's both
you know
the winners
always leave with
a little
bruise .
or two . .
or3 . . .
there probably may come
a time of day
where
you have to choose
whether
to lose
yourself
in this matrix
or
to fight
by your own rules
and well
Here
is to you,
my Little Light
your presence is proof
that some
times
choosing
True
Love is
the right thing to do.
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 1:48 AM UTC
Daisy fresh girl from the garden of her mothers womb
You bloom with perfection; like a wonderful comb
Never let love cross the line
Questioning the reason why you are still alive
It will be okay don't cry it will be fine
Maybe you wonder why the sun sets but never seem to shine
And hatred is flowing straight from your veins
You are an original
Don't let people label you as freak,
That's perfectly not fine oh please don't state that obvious lie
And stop underestimating yourself
I tell you this for the three hundred and sixty-five time
As afternoon embraced
The lights all fade
So does the sparkle in your little eyes
Now take a rest, fall asleep in the river bed
And tell me about your dreams
A piece of you had died
I'll bury you some place beautiful
And when you wake up, everything will be just fine
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
Brave
Oh heart of depth
Another round of applause
For works of art that try the mind
A truly worthy cause
What goes into your process
The journey that you choose
The words that always win
In a soul that seems to lose
Bravo
Oh heart of depth
Your crescendo in evident
Each work of art a tortured one
Every word worth its pence
Quiet lips which grace your solemn expression
With eyes that blaze and scream with pencil's tip
No failure, just falling in your view
Little infants of poetry birthed within your grip
Bravo
Oh heart of depth
Tumultuous in the veil of words formed
Falling into underestimating eyes
Knowing not the whirlpool they swarm
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC
Gazing into the abyss,
Experiencing extraordinary bliss.
Irrefutably tranquil and content,
How foolish, to proudly circumvent.
The prominent beauty you observe
Could surely devistate and unnerve
This deceitful cunning entity
Obtaining the essence of identity
Becoming a grotesque atrocity
Such unexplainable ferocity
A strong burning temptation
Revenge and retaliation
Your surges on the rise
Underestimating you was unwise
Exhibiting robust and hostile motion
You are, infact, the ocean.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC
Maniac
Insane
Say you're sorry
Still betraying
Youthful, not anymore
Obvious, like you're at war
Underestimating, soon you'll see, the people you hurt, not just me
Mine forever
Or until you die
**** took you away from me, I won't believe your lies
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
Agnostic girl full of
Belief in the mirror I
Create behind closed
Doors that open wide when I
Emerge into the terrifying world
Faking so much, so often
Grieving the fear that consumes me
Holistically I am an actress
In a world full of pretenders
Jestering my pride and arrogance
Keeping an ounce of who I really am with
Love from my closest friend
Most nights I can't go to sleep without
Nodding along to the music with tears in my eyes
Opening and closing, so close to losing every
Particle of my true self who hides behind the façade of
Real tough girl, but really I'm just a
Scared little girl, seeking approval
Through abusive relationships that get me nowhere
Underestimating my worth
Vicariously living through those I help
Wondering when I'll stop pretending and wanting
Xanax to ease my mind and cure the never
Yielding ball of AGGH in my stomach reaching the
Zenith called my mouth for awful bile filled days
This is the reality
That creates me
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
You have entered my mind
I'm trying to give it time
But you've set up camp in my subconscious
Playing tricks and chopping me down
Bringing me to a state of vulnerability
So people will think you're winning somehow
Well you've got me
I'm losing control
I know you've been watching
But to you its not old
It's just beginning
Can you please let me sleep one night
Without sending me images that make me scream
If you hurt the ones I love
You will be the one who bleeds
I know you are underestimating me
Just like I underestimated you
You might of got past the cameras
But my eyes are set on you
Push me one more time
And I won't stay in line
The thoughts in my head would make even the toughest man cry
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
Miscommunication, dislocation, and the dumb
underestimating figuration, makes me numb
stagnant fluctuation, indication that I'm done
confusion, complication, confrontation, have i won?
Over powered, under fueled, restless worries scar
anger, enemies, fear and pain, never will be far
Procrastination, contemplation, the dying and the dead
These thoughts are overflowing, never going from my head
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
A defense mechanism; a shield; a lie.
You let your guard down, underestimating my wisdom and abilities.
You lack the morals you pretend are there.
You're fake, and I can destroy you.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
The skies were bright and the vegetation so green
Whispers from the grown and infants were heard aloud
The slow breeze submerged with joy blew far and wide
The miseries of man travelled like an uncertain tide
Then it came so calm and mellow at first
The mortals underestimating it's might lived with no fear
It knocked on doors and took the elders and the young with such ease
It grew on them and consumed their souls till they were just bodies left in the cold to freeze
The bravest of men fought like the knights at war
The weak had fallen to the grim reapers arms
The joys were faded and the moralities were torn
Earth was was ****** and left to scorn
It erased the desires of men which burned like the flaming sun
The place they called home turned into their tomb
To those who walked it's hardest road
It thought beauty of life is so far fetched yet so broad
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
I never wanted to see you hurt,
never crying, never unzipping your skin.
And I've only seen one of the two.
I said I loved you the month after we met and I meant it.
Because when you fall in love you do it hard.
And I wanted to have that feeling,
Never underestimating the feeling in your gut,
And I was okay with hurting you. For I didnt intentionally.
The night you fell in love with her you told me you never wanted to touch her,
But you also never wanted to loose her.
The night you lost her you cried to the heavens praying she'd come back...
And I still see you do it from time to time.
When you fell in love again, she said she wanted to **** you, and that you could be on top, and my god did that ruin everything.
She unzipped her skin in the shape of a y exposing herself to you, but not in the way she wanted.
You did not pray for anything this time.
I said I loved you in my room, when I was blackening my insides, when I heard you say I love you too.
You wrote your first poem about the girl you liked yesterday, and I screamed at you.
For it wasnt about me.
But I saw you pray for the first time in months,
And I never seond guessed who it was about.
It wasnt about me,
or her
It was for you.
Because your getting weaker and I can see it. Because whenever you speak you speak in thorns, your voice doesnt perk up with laughter and baby giggles as it did before.
And I saw you do unzip your skin for the final time.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
A is for anything to end this suffering
B is for broken, breaking like my fragile state
C is for careful, cautious of these eggshells
D is for disaster, destruction of what we had
E is for empty, emotionless cries in the night
F is for false, fake like the lies we tell ourselves
G is for grief, grieving not over the dead but mistakes
H is for horrible, hatred the purest of black
I is for insanity, insomnia plaguing my sleep
J is for jaded, just lacking in many emotional departments
K is for knavish, kiddish behaviour I exemplify
L is for lost, losing faith, happiness and you
M is for mistakes, monster at heart and in action
N is for nonsensical, never-ending
O is for officious, obnoxious demeanour and persona
P is for pathetic, powerless to make the right moves
Q is for quitter, quick to leave and walk away
R is for resentment, relationships aren't for men like me
T is for turmoil, turbulence beneath the wings of trouble
U is for understatement, underestimating
V is for violent, vindictive almost as if by nature
W is for wishful, waiting for something new
X is for xenodochial, but never to those who matter most
Y is for youthful, yokelish and distasteful to be around
Z is for zany, pertaining to the cause of most problems
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
We are walkers of the dawn
losing direction as the final star
fades from the night sky-
no internal compass to guide us
as we lose sight of the Milky Way
We are balloons children cut loose
to watch soar
above their bedroom window
with the hope one day
they will do the same
We are billows of smoke formed
from catastrophes in our minds
when our fears take hold
blowing our dreams to smithereens
We are the Harvest Moon
suffocated by the shadow of Earth
starved of the light which reveals
our existence
We revere those we see
as greater than us
sweeping ourselves
under the carpet
no account for our worth
We discount our own gifts
push them aside
underestimating their power
to save others & ourselves
We walk in the shadow
of our demons
so burned by the chains
on our own ankles
we become nothing more
than cinders
where are feet once were
We cry to the moon each night
praying for a miracle
thinking the sky is falling in
& the world ending
before our very eyes
We are all just fragments
delicately placed together
by a maker on the Moon
walking this Earth
too scared to reach
out a hand
and embrace our fellow man
© Sia Jane
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC