Best Disagreeing Poems
I awaken to a lark’s song
In early morning’s misty light
Spy it on a branch, softly shaking
In the gentle breeze, its fewer leaves
Turned yellow gold
Surround her so pretty,
Her song to me. Yes, I know
the lark sings to me
Its cheery new day song,
As if there were no tomorrow –
It whistles in the evening
as if there were no
Yesterdays. Soon it is joined
By another, oh! What a lark!
What a pair they make!
I remember those same two larks
Not far in the past –
Last Spring, they stood together proudly
Day after day and through the summer; he
Could go nowhere without her.
He, was the one who sang to her
Each new morning, the one
Who courted her till each sundown,
Up to twilight when she fell asleep.
He was the one she couldn’t do without,
The one she could love forever, together
They had built the nest for their offspring
Now grown,
Now gone.
They’d been inseparable from day one,
Even bickering, just two souls
Disagreeing - still, he sang
To her in the morning, sang to her
Under the setting sun, and
In the autumn of their life
They sang together, cheery
As if there were no tomorrow
Whistling, as if there were no yesterday.
This morning
I let out a sigh
Remembering so well
The dream I once held
So tight.
Will it come to pass?
The answer came
From the larks song each morning,
Cheery, as if there were no tomorrow.
Whistle in the evening,
As if there were no yesterday,
And I sing each day
With faith.
I whistle each evening
To not let the sun go down
On the morose, My love,
I will not let you down.
CarolineCecile - 10.12.12
Categories:
disagreeing, inspirational, nature, uplifting, day,
Form:
Free verse
I dream of you at night
my love,
and we are dancing,
all is misty and hazy
and we are spinning,
you dip me and lift me ~
I have never felt so beautiful
and loved.
Our love story began
with a first look
eyes locked
and I was swept away,
I knew in that moment
that I would be yours forever,
forevermore and eternally.
That even death could not
break our bond.
We shared such a romantic story
perfect in every way,
it was a fairytale romance.
Oh, we both loved walking in nature,
you liked when I read you my poetry.
talking and debating the world
and often disagreeing
candle lit dinners, with kisses and soft music.
You were my prince who came with roses
and I, your princess.
Oh, we had fathomless plans,
a home together,
a baby on the way,
life was a dream upfolding.
But then- doom struck like a dagger
and you were taken from me
in a snow storm ... a winding curve,
your car crashing tumbling over and over ~
Do you know I came to you that fateful morn ?
As I dreamt and kissed your cold cheek
and lips farewell,
my hair fanned out in a heavenly wind.
I was like a ghost ethereal,
but, you where the ghost
my love.
I was lost in a fathomless pain
for days, weeks, months and months
it seemed endless.
While our baby was growing within me,
and I loved him with all my heart.
I would have a piece of you
but, suddenly
I felt a heaviness
and at the hospital he breathed but once
and was gone from me.
The day, I buried him the angel statues wept.
I was lost, falling, falling, falling ~
Only memories of our perfect love
filled me, overflowing my heart.
Perhaps, I muse something so perfect
is not meant to last.
I know you wait for me beyond the golden gate
you will be holding our baby boy
Though, I will admit my love
I stand at your graves
with my fists to heaven
screaming inside ... WHY !
Until I hear you whisper be strong
find your courage and strength
my love,
our hearts will go on and on forever
for true love never dies ...
Categories:
disagreeing, love, romantic love,
Form:
Free verse
"The Jabberwock"
My words flew
away from me
like a flock
of murderous
black crows
but little did I know
they were good omen
and on their wings
I flew to the forest
of the Lawrence Tree
where strange
creatures come
and go
they say it's the
in-between place
where poets dream
rest for a while
the nightmares
and the unblessed
disagreeing, agreeing
with their reflections
mere shadows
of self-perception
and all the virtues
from hate to love
from disregard
to fallacy to truth
to ignorance is bliss
to the inevitable
I have no time for this
but they don’t know
you could count
the trolls like marks
in a wall, like cuts in skin
stinging nettles
forever
lying beached
on your shore
the poisonous
blue bottles
the good and bad
come and go
black and white hats
angels in burning bushes
back to heaven and hell
then heaven
and hell and back again
the jokes subliminal
we all write our own story
we all fall under the category
“criminal”
in one way or another
we blame
our fathers
our mothers
we are all question marks
God is in the detail
close to home
usually missed
in editing
and far from pure
though
the crusaders
will deny
what’s real
they know best
I put this moment here
it says, for you to
contradict the failure
to obscure the real
what is and what is not
it’s all about you,
you know,
not the Jabberwock,
the story
puts you to its test
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Jig of Life"/Kate Bush (Mr Marrs, Youtube channel).
Preferred primary video. Yet...
Categories:
disagreeing, journey, muse,
Form:
Narrative
war
merciless, vengeful
killing, disagreeing, burning
rivals, combat, freedom, tranquility
agreeing, negotiating, forgiving
harmony, quietness
peace
ALesiach © 5/27/2016
Categories:
disagreeing, peace, war,
Form:
Diamante
Riot
Violent, Chaotic
Burning, Fighting, Running
Voices of the oppressed
Revolutionary
Patriot
Duty, Freewill
Bombing, Killing, Occupying
I love my country
Soldier
Peace
Unreal, Illusive
Talking, Disagreeing, Defending
Pie in the Sky
War
Factories
Routine, Processed
Evaluating, Regulating, Producing
It’s about the money
School
Categories:
disagreeing, patriotic, peace, school, soldier,
Form:
Cinquain
Thrown out like yesterday's debris,
Broken backwards and upside down,
You left me out to watch me suffer,
No longer wanting me around.
Yesterday's plans turned to today's remorse,
And old photo's remind me so clear,
I'll never forgive you for your choice,
To no longer want me near.
Forsaken and forgotten, new until old,
Please invite me back for dinner,
Uphold my regret and fill me up,
I already admitted that I am a sinner.
Underneath the stairs that creak so creepy,
While on top of your unwanted list,
You realized that I'm not very healthy,
Leaving our plot with an unwanted twist.
How does it feel to never being wanted?
How do I explain my desire to be lethal?
Guess word spreads and turn into lies,
What happened to us being equals?
Compared me to flowers but came up with rubble,
Unaware of my beauty within my psyche,
Broken and lost, left and alone,
Your internal light has always been my lightening.
You say that I am undesirable in reality of dreams,
I'm unloved and unwelcome your eyes do express,
What happen to all the sweet retentiveness we had,
As I lay unloading all my regret and feeling depressed.
I'm no longer needed for your fulfillment of romance,
I'm taken aback by your disagreeing mistrust,
You used to need me for tenderly touches,
Our love turned into a conduit of lies and lust.
Many years we had us and many to come we don't,
Upcoming jubilations with out you I'll be haunted,
You'll never actually feel the undesired experience,
Of feeling an undeniable force to be isolated and unwanted.
Written By: Laura Urbaniak
For the contest, Trashed #4, sponsor, Broken Wings
November 3, 2015
Categories:
disagreeing, betrayal, cry, feelings, hurt,
Form:
Quatrain
God is love
The preacher man say,
The man born by a virgin is the god,
The man with long bear,
Head covered,
Say he a messenger of god,
The Indian man say we are the god,
In a form of reincarnation,
Some other men say,say,say,
And say,
All like a politic's,
Always disagreeing to nothing,
But never agree to something,
Hatred on high rise,
Discrimination all over places,
Cos of deferent believe's,
From a mental war,
To a physical war,
No way,
That makes me disagree,
My first instinct spoke to me saying,
God is love"
I agree within,
Without a doubt,
Cos I felt the truth,
Tell me,
How we can live without God?
Tell me,
How we can live without love?
No love, no peace,
No peace, no unity,
No unity is equal to wars,
And rumours of wars,
Show me who is God,
If not love,
And there you tell a lie,
You can never see God,
You can never see love,
You can only feel God,
You can only feel love,
The feeling from within,
Is the prove,
The evidence is pure,
Live with love,
Do with love,
Love is life,
Life is love,
Finally I found the God,
And the!
God is love.
Categories:
disagreeing, africa, analogy, deep,
Form:
Epic
Marriage
loving, forever
holding, caressing, kissing,
gifts, home, house, legal documents
arguing, dividing, crying
angry, revengeful
divorce
messy, long
disagreeing, leaving, starting over
freedom, alone, company, dates
talking, laughing, touching
wonderful, another
marriage
Categories:
disagreeing, wedding,
Form:
Diamante
I agree
I see that we must now agree to disagree again,
we cannot all see eye to eye, it really is a pain,
at least, at last, we all agree to disagree again
does this means disagreement then is really all in vain,
for agreement of this nature, in disagreement’s name,
means disagreeing really means we all agree the same.
So now we’ve got agreement can we all see eye to eye
and in our disagreement have another chance to try
to reach a full agreement on the things that made us say
that we agreed to disagree and leave it just that way,
or does it simply emphasise that we all disagree
and really must now all agree, agreement cannot be.
I hope that you can all agree that we may disagree
for we all have our opinions on everything we see,
this leads to disagreement and its usual to find
that every single one of us will try to change each mind,
for only when all others show its your point they can see
can we feel at last that we were right, I hope you all agree....
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
disagreeing, conflict, confusion, emotions, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
Peter Beechey capped the last bottle, of the latest Lager that he'd brewed.
He's changed his recipe this time, so the argument will be renewed.
He say’s the Lager that I make is not near the standard that he sets,
now we'll argue this for hours until we’re finally making bets.
Stout, lager, bitters labeled; the smell of malt drifts through the shed.
Air-locked and popping through the water; a brew ferments below a head.
Us pair have now refined the art; our little breweries come of age.
No longer do we show impatience - we've stopped bottling hand grenades.
Both of our stocks have built up now and so of course the word soon spreads.
This means the visits from the connoisseurs; blokes each home brewer dreads.
On weekends we roll out 'Hilly' - insensible - to which beer is best.
Even the local cop and publican closed the pub to take the test.
Water, yeast, malt - but no sugar - clarity and flavour of the hops.
The head, right down to the barley, but the disagreeing never stops,
and 'Hilly' never cleared one point; our beers were locked in similar status.
We need an independent to give a true scientific basis.
I suggested what we ought to do, is send samples to the public analyst,
for he will clear the finer points; the ones that obviously we missed.
Three weeks later in the mail, his analyzing caused a further strain -
'Gentlemen, I regret to tell you - that neither horse will race again!'
Categories:
disagreeing, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
A princess in a ballroom
Is every girls dream
Playing it over in our heads,
detailing the scene
A prince at our side
Determined to swoon
Confessing your the most perfect
one in the room
This is what's expected
Until we grow up
And find our dream has decided to
disrupt
Decided to change course
Causing more ache
Now we can't breathe without being
plunged with a stake
Or being rejected
Our only other option
Forsaking the world or choosing
adaption
Most choose the latter
Loosing there virtue
And cling instead on what guys
believe are true
Like "You're bangable that's for
sure
But certainly not what I would date
For girls are nothing more than
meat
An appetizer on our plate"
And instead of disagreeing with their
fact
Setting out to prove it false
We believe these lies and comprise
Decide to be used up, then tossed
But at what cost?
Is it really so wrong?
Just following the pattern of
american love songs
Craving to feel loved from this pitiful
world
Just to follow and become an
ordinary teenage girl
Now feeling alive and fresh in my
skin
Not focused on how guilty I feel
within
Could it really be sin?
But its so fun
Pursuing the guy till you find out
you won
Until the job is done
And you watch him leave
Now aware you stitched your heart
on your sleeve
And he's tore it off
Threw it in the dust
Tell me world, is this pain a must
Can it be fixed?
No it's too late
Might as give myself to the next
heartbreak
Now i'm stuck in the cycle
Caught in the mold
But too scared to step out, not
daring to be bold
Now my heart is cold
Thy soul is stone
Going from guy to guy yet feeling
alone
Following the lie
This is the only type I catch
Besides, there's no such thing as a
God destined match
Simple friend with benefits
But no one benefits
Following the status quo
Just tell him no!
Categories:
disagreeing, angst, confusion, daughter, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Metaphysics is - a division of philosophy that is concerned with
the fundamental nature of reality and being.
It includes ontology, cosmology, and often epistemology.
THE METAPHYSICS OF MY MUSE
While my muse dances a minuet,
She sings of doctors in trip-o-let
Her metaphysicians dress in white,
a bit off-key but the rhythm’s right.
Is ontology the medical term
for that doctor who treat cancers?
fundamental, they find answers.
Is cosmology those whose focus
is working face, skin and hair beauty?
fixing nature’s flaws, their duty.
Is epistemology that surgical
procedure, an easy cut
for big baby’s head and butt.
Physicians, practicians my muse’s need
for good health and beauty indeed.
Metaphysicians cannot compare
when the body is her major care.
METAPHYSICS EXPLAINED
Let’s be sure we have minds all set;
I got all this off the Internet
Metaphysicians don’t dress in white
Hope I got the meanings right?
Ontology - how metaphysicians
explain the univeral categories
and relationships between entitites.
Cosmology – a metaphysical
study of the origin, creation and growth
of the universe, but NOT how we knoweth..
Epistemology – metaphysics
theory of knowledge, think it through
how we come to learn what is true
Metaphysician, philosopher
The mind is that which they prefer
to explain the universe and being
admittedly with some disagreeing.
Author’s Notes: With my apology to oncology, cosmetology, and episotomy.
March 16, 2020
Categories:
disagreeing, 11th grade, beauty, birth,
Form:
Rhyme
My hair is mostly white with streaks of black here and there
My white hair marks me as “aged” --- is that fair?
I don’t think or feel old (to which my body keeps disagreeing)
Just let me be who and what I am without age interfering
My opinions derive from education and experience
Each and all have been my deliverance:
Reading, listening, arguing, questioning,
Curiosity, studying, rejecting and accepting.
At 78 my brain functions minus dementia or senility
And if truth be told Men don’t have a monopoly
On Life’s options due to their relentlessly reiterated virility
Womanhood has Booked her place throughout the Ages
Profoundly and sometimes better than Manhood’s Pages
(Yet I’m thankful for Men being close-by anyway!
They’re the music, poetry, and humor in Life’s abundant Plays
So Diverse, yet hoarded and cherished as Life’s Bouquets).
All this irrelevant musing won’t get me anywhere
Let’s not digress but readdress the dilemma of my white hair
A naked cranium would be icy in cold winter weather
And if it won’t grow back going bald might not be vey clever
There is always dyeing, but only another temporary solution
Dye fades and white hair will reappear of its own volition
Yet I love a rich auburn, and the right blonde shade can flatter
Black is harsh, and Browns won’t suit so do not matter
Purples, greens, pinks or rainbow are not my cup of tea
Hair coloring options or choices I cannot dictate
Or expect others to like or dislike the same as me.
Dyeing my hair will habitually face budget restrictions
A loathed state of affairs that is an odious situation
Being poor demands tribute to that which is essential
Like mortgage, utilities, eating daily (oh, so beneficial!)
Thinking, looking back and reviewing bygone years
I recall highs, lows, regrets, laughter and shed tears
I’ve earned the right to show off this head of white hair
Without dyeing, lamenting, defending or worrying if it is fair.
Perhaps it is time at last to say “Thanks” for the generous gift
I was given to walk Life’s unique (at times) inhospitable Course
Having had my share of rewards, recognition, grief and remorse
I now salute my 78 years with Good Show! Hip, Hip! Here! Here!
Glad to Be and now at ease wearing that mantle of White Hair
That serves as my symbol to Endure, Survive and Persevere.
Categories:
disagreeing, age, humor, image,
Form:
Rhyme
Whatever stirs the tips of copper and urges buds to swell
comes with the suns expanding heat, a welcome spring induce,
for the urge is now returning from survivors of the winter
to prepare accomplishment in nature’s drive to reproduce.
Proboscis touching nectar in the reds and gold’s and blues,
plus other hues; a jewel that flits and dies on it’s third day,
aware its progeny exists where wattlebird and wrens keen-eyed
scan through the boughs and foliage seeking out their prey.
In the multitude of leaves upon our garden shrubs and trees,
where leaves of chlorophyll become necessities for being,
but contentment with our vibrant garden (which is not a natural home)
turn to sadistic battlegrounds with two parties disagreeing.
For unseen there in this greenery with a natural camouflage
of needed stripes, spots and shapes, for the grazer to survive -
out comes a dust and spray or powder; quite offensive to the land
to obliterate one single insect, but leave nothing there alive.
Lying curled and twisted on the ground; unthinking in this victory,
that death of beauty in it's early stage be destroyed without detection.
Guilty of two months destruction, pruning trees a little ragged
in our world of perfect angles with no time for imperfection.
When beak and claw complete their cull, move on and kill no more,
and genocide is over - thank God - a miss has just let one slip by
to transform and look so harmless in its chrysalises form …
preparing now for metamorphosis - to become a butterfly.
Categories:
disagreeing, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Cheeks were meant for kissing
Hands were meant for holding
Ears were meant for listening
Arms were meant for enfolding
Eyes were meant for ogling
Mouths were meant for stuffing
Hair was meant for brushing
Cheeks were meant for blushing
Minds were for manipulating
Knees were meant for kneeling
Bums were meant for bumming around
Thoughts for disagreeing
Feet were meant for walking
Palms were for reading the future
Toes were meant for counting
Common sense is for avoiding bloopers
Tongues were meant for wagging
Sores were meant for rubbing
Eyebrows were meant for raising
But hearts my very very good friends
Hearts were meant for loving
Categories:
disagreeing, funny, humorous, joy, lust,
Form:
Rhyme