Best Disarray Poems

Out there
With her flair for chasing inspiration 
She draws you in her reason
Connecting dots and constellations

Tripping

She takes you by the hand
Her world as messy as her mind
You need a guide

And as you wade through her chaff
Her heaps of half thoughts
Her every whim expressed
The only thing...

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I didn't crumble or drift off into a fade...
I shrugged off goodbyes faster then they were made...
Watched as they were dipped and soaked in my poetic rage...
As I threw a fist full of words against a framed blank page...
I sat and watched my emotions scatter...

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Disarray

Within huge caverns of my disarray
fly interpreting birds with rainbow wings
well sung arrow-shot words, vanquish the grey
while they fly about, dawn's gleaming rays sing!

This radiant scene, stirs a weeping heart
as morn's bright colorful songbirds appear
red roses preen, as throat'ed music starts
I rise with glee, as...

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Head spinning, hands to the brow, eyes searching, nothing is found.
No whistleblower in sight, not here, not there, not anywhere!
But wait!! There’s a crime that has been committed somewhere!
Nervous witnesses with eyes darting, say they have heard NO bribes.
Some have never met the accused, some...

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Struck by chaotic lightning, 
fear of unknown fields of turmoil,
feeding my desire to break free from
the confusion I once wore like silk.

Cluttered mind full of intellect, 
dalliances of memories nourishing
all that has been sown in fields of
disarray,
for my lips are muddled, and my touch
entangled in...

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BLESSED DISARRAY!

There’s one thing that’s assured in this physical world
More than death and taxation so physicists say
It’s the increase in entropy, time unfurled
Or in other words there will be more disarray

Now I’m not being morbid asserting this fact
(Only true without man sticking long finger in)
And...

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Within my mind are dusty cobwebs
 where drafty breathings edge the corners of remembering
 as they hold in a picture stilled that looms, 
unchanged but not for lack of a broom;
 school books, pads and pens, and bookbag piled high, 
 uniform dress, blouse, and...

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Come slip
beneath
   my skin
where time has
   lost
   its mind
where
angles slew askew
   toward chaos
close behind
where
   up
   sees
   hope
that
   down
betrays
   left
standing
unaware
that
   right
goes toward
the
   light
and
 ...

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In an age
Where souls are pawned
For fame and wealth


A time when
Good and evil
Cease to war

A period where
Men passed, and
Weaklings arose

A place which 
Breaks my heart
yet fuels my limbs

A land whose
Stain I loathe
But name I bear

A people who
Curse the stench
Yet eat the feces
Here, I’m to call...

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There's madness in enlightenment,
preferring darkly recesses of denial
    whilst moon descends sensibilities,
shedding white powder florescence
fracturing every crack & crevice,
most days long to dwell
in oblivion, remembers it fondly,
before unicorns and monsters
became real and materialized
   taunting duskiest memories

always knew in her bones
...

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late …

summer eventide ...
I lay on the rug,
head by the window,
feet tended in the direction away
from your house ...
deliberately ... designedly ...
full moon drizzling its
cornflower bloom thru venetians,
dividing into soft, dripping
strips of liquid sapphire
that slather my skin with somber
streaks of twilight -
shredded like the ragged...

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I’m just a poem in disarray
some words tossed on the page
A jumbled mess of things to say
that never act their age

Like stanzas baked in carrot stew
all mixed and mingled in
Nice woven thoughts on skies of blue
each evening that begin

Or lines without a golden crust
the frosting...

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My old homeplace was left to deteriorate
A shambles of disarray showing it’s elderly state
Porch and door gray and weary from the years
Of wind and storm flailing their bitter beams
Ferns grow haphazardly along the garden edge
Whispers of disrepair shadowing the staircase
Making everything appear dismal and worn
Humbled...

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as you sit there
absorbing the calming rays of the morning sun
you read
and then realize how chaotic disarray is attempting to make love with harmony
in a world of insanity
while influencing your mind
during those moments in time

you interpret the “informative news”
as a need to amalgamate absurdities
with solutions...

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A Threat of W A R

So weep, dear world, as 
The bear advances.
The bear with his trainer named Putin,
Loved by none, now  not even his own.
So end your roar, dear bear!
As Putin thrills to cause disarray,
Loving his terror — that weapon
He’s loosed again, yet...

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