Mistaking Poems - Poems about Mistaking

... drinking the water… … from his bath… destroying whatever’s… … in his path… mistaking the floor … for the loo… whatever’s a parent … to do?!... Wit......Read the rest...

... When I feel like crying, Because my prayers aren’t heard, I remember, I’d be lying, If I didn’t thank God for His word. When I feel like complaining, Because my life is so dark......Read the rest...

...Thank you for the guilt you planted in me for making me worry for what I never did for mistaking my intentions and make me plead for stealing my confidence and my peace......Read the rest...

...Singing is an art So hard to understand But let me sing you a song Of a girl who was greeted by adulthood Far too soon. Her young hands tremble Under the weight of what they carry A burden ......Read the rest...

... My son Scottie and me Are like two peas in a pod The word “clone” comes to mind His humour is the same His carefree look at life matches mine There is no mistaking Scottie boy is my so......Read the rest...

... What's needed to write good poetry A vivid imagination and flair General knowledge and a good vocabulary Much love and you're almost there A sense of humour is also important Each ......Read the rest...

...The chance to love is born from the silence of a divine verse, An altar in the firmament where heaven shares its secret with the grand void. A lost art among the golden pages of a celestial book, ......Read the rest...

..."Yes, I affirm, I have seen God But He appeared and then disappeared This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared" He's omniprese......Read the rest...

... There is so little space I could give in my skies, Every moon has left a whole cluster of clouds full of lies, I cannot unclog a product polluted in disguise, Don’t ask me to lay in your web ......Read the rest...

... I have this framed photo of my brothers and me…it hangs upon my wall It captures a moment from long ago…when we were all quite small. Mark, the eldest is in the middle. I’m sitting on his le......Read the rest...

...I am, for the most part, most scared to speak. Not because I don't necessarily have anything to say, My mouth, alongside the virility of my brain, just seem to like putting me in reticence But eve......Read the rest...

...Before the carbon dioxide, is a breath worth taking We'd be stranded without the pointed fingers of our finest locators But even hell frozen over would still leave me bound and shaking You’r......Read the rest...

...She here elbowed past me stomping, pausing not (although me whomping With her wildly swinging handbag – five kilograms, if not more). Cackling brusquely in a lather, that I should her baggage gathe......Read the rest...

...Mistaking side by side pluralism for more resonant co-infested polyculturalism Is like mistaking chaotic divisions for resilient organic complexity, integral multiplicity Like only perceiv......Read the rest...

...A girl ate a hat, what a thrill, Mistaking it for her contraceptive pill. In her moment of haste, A hat she did taste, Now she's throwing up, her tummy's bloated still!......Read the rest...