Misunderstood Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
the way of a marriage
The way a marriage
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
#motivational
#spiritual
#patience
#misunderstood
#sacrifice
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2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
the way of a marriage
The way a marriage
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
#motivational
#spiritual
#patience
#misunderstood
#sacrifice
331 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
22nd Mar 2023 10:16am
the way of a marriage
The way a marriage
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
#motivational
#spiritual
#patience
#misunderstood
#sacrifice
331 reads
2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
6th Oct 2020 8:39pm
6th Oct 2020 8:39pm
Puritains of greed
They looked behind the closet
quoted texts from the good book
where was the evidence to indict those so dishonest ?
innocence never to escape a baited hook
Did they fly on broomsticks high
sack and cloth of scriptures vent
paranoia is the stream that undermines
the curse, that saw justice's so blind intent
The power to bend and distort
make the pact in the vein and pulse
not honest but deception, the laws escort
the devils work; did just result
To advocate, a brew of civic hate
not straight and...
quoted texts from the good book
where was the evidence to indict those so dishonest ?
innocence never to escape a baited hook
Did they fly on broomsticks high
sack and cloth of scriptures vent
paranoia is the stream that undermines
the curse, that saw justice's so blind intent
The power to bend and distort
make the pact in the vein and pulse
not honest but deception, the laws escort
the devils work; did just result
To advocate, a brew of civic hate
not straight and...
#misunderstood
#witches
#curse
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1 Comment
slipalong
Poem Published
6th Oct 2020 8:39pm
6th Oct 2020 8:39pm
Puritains of greed
They looked behind the closet
quoted texts from the good book
where was the evidence to indict those so dishonest ?
innocence never to escape a baited hook
Did they fly on broomsticks high
sack and cloth of scriptures vent
paranoia is the stream that undermines
the curse, that saw justice's so blind intent
The power to bend and distort
make the pact in the vein and pulse
not honest but deception, the laws escort
the devils work; did just result
To advocate, a brew of civic hate
not straight and...
quoted texts from the good book
where was the evidence to indict those so dishonest ?
innocence never to escape a baited hook
Did they fly on broomsticks high
sack and cloth of scriptures vent
paranoia is the stream that undermines
the curse, that saw justice's so blind intent
The power to bend and distort
make the pact in the vein and pulse
not honest but deception, the laws escort
the devils work; did just result
To advocate, a brew of civic hate
not straight and...
#misunderstood
#witches
#curse
393 reads
1 Comment
slipalong
Poem Published
6th Oct 2020 8:39pm
6th Oct 2020 8:39pm
Puritains of greed
They looked behind the closet
quoted texts from the good book
where was the evidence to indict those so dishonest ?
innocence never to escape a baited hook
Did they fly on broomsticks high
sack and cloth of scriptures vent
paranoia is the stream that undermines
the curse, that saw justice's so blind intent
The power to bend and distort
make the pact in the vein and pulse
not honest but deception, the laws escort
the devils work; did just result
To advocate, a brew of civic hate
not straight and...
quoted texts from the good book
where was the evidence to indict those so dishonest ?
innocence never to escape a baited hook
Did they fly on broomsticks high
sack and cloth of scriptures vent
paranoia is the stream that undermines
the curse, that saw justice's so blind intent
The power to bend and distort
make the pact in the vein and pulse
not honest but deception, the laws escort
the devils work; did just result
To advocate, a brew of civic hate
not straight and...
#misunderstood
#witches
#curse
393 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
10th Oct 2022 11:01am
10th Oct 2022 11:01am
Paralytic Politics
Upside down
it's how I see
like the bat
swimming in an aquarium
no radar
with the eyes closed
it's how I see
like the octopus
spinning its tentacles
hyperbolic helicopter
through a periscope
it's how I see
the blowfly
submerged in desires
with the head buried
it's how I see
the hummingbirds
the saviors
the redeemers
upside down
it's how I see
what do standing
other gentlemen see...
PAR
it's how I see
like the bat
swimming in an aquarium
no radar
with the eyes closed
it's how I see
like the octopus
spinning its tentacles
hyperbolic helicopter
through a periscope
it's how I see
the blowfly
submerged in desires
with the head buried
it's how I see
the hummingbirds
the saviors
the redeemers
upside down
it's how I see
what do standing
other gentlemen see...
PAR
#humankind
#misunderstood
211 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Oct 2022 11:01am
10th Oct 2022 11:01am
Paralytic Politics
Upside down
it's how I see
like the bat
swimming in an aquarium
no radar
with the eyes closed
it's how I see
like the octopus
spinning its tentacles
hyperbolic helicopter
through a periscope
it's how I see
the blowfly
submerged in desires
with the head buried
it's how I see
the hummingbirds
the saviors
the redeemers
upside down
it's how I see
what do standing
other gentlemen see...
PAR
it's how I see
like the bat
swimming in an aquarium
no radar
with the eyes closed
it's how I see
like the octopus
spinning its tentacles
hyperbolic helicopter
through a periscope
it's how I see
the blowfly
submerged in desires
with the head buried
it's how I see
the hummingbirds
the saviors
the redeemers
upside down
it's how I see
what do standing
other gentlemen see...
PAR
#humankind
#misunderstood
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Hashman
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 3:16pm
15th Apr 2020 3:16pm
Tender is the Night
she danced with
one eye on her beer
sang whenever she wanted to
and smoked until she choked
gave all her spare change
to the alley cats
and the mangy mutts
had a heart of gold
and punched like Rocky Marciano...
give her a boilermaker,
plus a pack of Chesterfields,
she'd have your back forever
mystery and pain
on the inside
bold and fearless
on her skin
like sunshine and midnight together
lost...but she knew where she was
one eye on her beer
sang whenever she wanted to
and smoked until she choked
gave all her spare change
to the alley cats
and the mangy mutts
had a heart of gold
and punched like Rocky Marciano...
give her a boilermaker,
plus a pack of Chesterfields,
she'd have your back forever
mystery and pain
on the inside
bold and fearless
on her skin
like sunshine and midnight together
lost...but she knew where she was
#kindness
#honesty
#misunderstood
439 reads
8 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 3:16pm
15th Apr 2020 3:16pm
Tender is the Night
she danced with
one eye on her beer
sang whenever she wanted to
and smoked until she choked
gave all her spare change
to the alley cats
and the mangy mutts
had a heart of gold
and punched like Rocky Marciano...
give her a boilermaker,
plus a pack of Chesterfields,
she'd have your back forever
mystery and pain
on the inside
bold and fearless
on her skin
like sunshine and midnight together
lost...but she knew where she was
one eye on her beer
sang whenever she wanted to
and smoked until she choked
gave all her spare change
to the alley cats
and the mangy mutts
had a heart of gold
and punched like Rocky Marciano...
give her a boilermaker,
plus a pack of Chesterfields,
she'd have your back forever
mystery and pain
on the inside
bold and fearless
on her skin
like sunshine and midnight together
lost...but she knew where she was
#kindness
#honesty
#misunderstood
439 reads
8 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 3:16pm
15th Apr 2020 3:16pm
Tender is the Night
she danced with
one eye on her beer
sang whenever she wanted to
and smoked until she choked
gave all her spare change
to the alley cats
and the mangy mutts
had a heart of gold
and punched like Rocky Marciano...
give her a boilermaker,
plus a pack of Chesterfields,
she'd have your back forever
mystery and pain
on the inside
bold and fearless
on her skin
like sunshine and midnight together
lost...but she knew where she was
one eye on her beer
sang whenever she wanted to
and smoked until she choked
gave all her spare change
to the alley cats
and the mangy mutts
had a heart of gold
and punched like Rocky Marciano...
give her a boilermaker,
plus a pack of Chesterfields,
she'd have your back forever
mystery and pain
on the inside
bold and fearless
on her skin
like sunshine and midnight together
lost...but she knew where she was
#kindness
#honesty
#misunderstood
439 reads
8 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
13th Dec 2022 5:41pm
13th Dec 2022 5:41pm
paper plane
is she paper?
is she quick to tear?
an easy rip
a skinny slip of a
deranged
dissociative
still little
girl
who can argue?
she can’t even smile, when they do
the mirror says no.
she listens.
though she knows
she’s allowed to scream
something keeps this paper
from telling the things
she dare not show.
and lord knows, she could fly
if only she chose to fold
instead of cry.
is she quick to tear?
an easy rip
a skinny slip of a
deranged
dissociative
still little
girl
who can argue?
she can’t even smile, when they do
the mirror says no.
she listens.
though she knows
she’s allowed to scream
something keeps this paper
from telling the things
she dare not show.
and lord knows, she could fly
if only she chose to fold
instead of cry.
#anxiety
#misunderstood
#SelfReflection
#healing
#weakness
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