Distraction Poems - Poems about Distraction

...(FICTION, PLEASE. It is easy for me to write in the first person, but nearly all my poems are fiction. Please don't attribute this poem to me. I loved my wife to distraction. For ten years she......Read the rest...

..."As you live Deeper in the Heart, the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner" Rumi I can get as close as I like You wouldn't, couldn't back away Though I'll become hazy Air from my lungs capable of ......Read the rest...

...In the early hours Thoughts turn crystalline In the silky silent Nothingness In the dark field Of endeavour With no opposition They gather No longer Corralled by barks Of Distraction ......Read the rest...

...I can't relate how I feel within metaphor For I'm unpoetic in this frozen state Any move I make ruins my life But stillness means I don't live it I can't paint a poem atop these days See them......Read the rest...

...“Truth a distraction” the media pouts Constricting those voices trying to shout Dumber than dumb brain dead by degree Digging new graves for the few — still left free (Dreamsleep: April......Read the rest...

...The smell of fresh baked cakes keeps floating in the air and daylight burst through the sky spilling coffee latte on the roof and I stood still inside and watch the cream drips slowly from the ceilin......Read the rest...

... Is it about time I turned a corner, And mix with more friends and not be a loner. Grow with confidence push myself harder, Nourish my body with trips to the larder. Walk wi......Read the rest...

...Everyone has a past that they wish they could forget, but for some, it lingers like a bad debt. No matter what we try, it won't go away, And even prayers don't always keep it at bay. For me, I tr......Read the rest...

... I consider myself a technologically savvy old geezer. With a simple utterance of “Hey Google, show me cute puppy videos” my world is filled with hours of mindless entertainment. I can do Facebook, ......Read the rest...

...In this life, nothing seems more beautiful Than the visual contact. Yet, there are times when it's not beautiful. And it hurts, it hurts so much. Cold, hollow gazes, That kill when they settle o......Read the rest...

...Yes I have been hurt, been left in the dirt, Pretended to be fine, so many years of lyin, Yes I've been pushed around, left on the ground, wallowed in the pity, got drunk in the city, life is har......Read the rest...

...I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn, When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns. With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch y......Read the rest...

...You pull me from the depths of forevers of thought elegantly twirled, though evidently caught shaped by the vortex, virtuoso of pain fluctuating truths from half flailing to half slain t......Read the rest...

...To W.B. Yeats There is something to my life that cannot be described as "lonely". But a forgotten detail in a missing puzzle piece. The secondary woman in the background For she lets t......Read the rest...

...Ode to A Monster in disguise: The Ocean the ocean, a glistening substance that rules over the world like an emperor capturing land to achieve more power the more she gains the more domina......Read the rest...