Best Disbelief Poems
what are you
a butcher
an assassin
are you kidding me
you nonchalantly
say you’re
just killing time
do you not see
it’s criminal
you’ll never come across
anything more valuable
than the precious
gift of time
AP: 2nd place 2020
The Aussies looked in disbelief,
When the twin towers they did fall,
Terror rained on the Pentagon,
Figher Jets came to call,
Americans fought for a plane,
To beat the terrorists down,
Bin Laden’s high was to be denied,
plunged into the ground,
Yes we do fight, against this blight,
Upon humanity,
Murder all, day or night,
Inhuman, obscenity.
11-sep-11
when all is settled
and all is done
we sigh in disbelief
of that beautiful moment in life
grasped in our hands
for a brief second
every things
Perfect.
My heart is reaching for you
While my mind is putting up its roadblock
It may startle me, or it may not
If on my soul you did knock
Scared you are really mine
Just feels silly that I would deserve
Hard to wrap my head around
How you wrap around my every nerve
It's scary how one could feel your presence
Days before you even show
I see a stranger im in love with
While your eyes say…
all about me you already know
While I feel a longing for your touch
I am confused, I am terrified
What if you end up being just a live dream
And to my own existence I have lied
Doesn't seem real, you being here
Yet I know it's this way or nothing
I want it this strong or to just remain alone
Yet now I can feel our lives already blending
Did God cheat you out of how wonderful you could be
By placing you to be in love with a kalopsia like me?
I feel so cheap, then I feel so ataraxia about myself
It would be mild to say whats between us is a kilig
But for you I’ll stay…its so simple…i see no other way.
Under a rainbow lies darkness…
Below the colors, spilled forgiveness…
A bird in a box whose wings are silenced…
Etched on a wall is pure defiance…
Innocence invaded by fear and disbelief…
A torn smile uncovers grief…
Squinting eyes slowly close and sleep…
As tears dry and darkness creeps…
inspired by the movie
"The Raven"
Oh how, I cry, disdain toward the word,
that gaslights sanity and truth defy.
When hapless, hopeless person, undeterred,
begs ask the question, of the victim, why?
Does thou holdest thee in purest contempt,
whilst quick, to grant, my aggressor pardon?
Lest I, in whom, no violence breathes, attempt,
to find, just cause, yet does, in myself, shun.
Yet still, it is, not I, that strikes the blow,
not I, in whom, is ruled, by selfish gain.
Not mine, the tongue, from which, hate seeds doth grow,
nor my, the hands, whose vice-like grip, chokes pain.
So when, I'm asked, the accusat'ry 'why?'
I'm shook, as you, dispel my truth, as lie.
Intrigued by my thoughts. Now let the tongue tickle the main. I'm one of a kind. I like to play in this fundamental mine, of yours. I love to explore, get a better understanding of you. This is my dream come true. Now let me through. I'm the kind that loves to play with you. So here is a new one for you.
Disbelief
One more time I had to tell her " I never love these streets. Evern though I hustle hard every day. She still had to ask me, " who's number one" Looking at her , feeling her pian. Shaking my head! Then saying. " One more time you ask me a question in disbelif, one more time My Delicious Women, and I'll be ready to eat. Gorging on your pineapple peach, it taste so sweet. I love you Girl! The love we share is to deep. The streets is just endless meat. This is how I describe my money that I make out on the street. See you are my succulent nourishment that I need!
SO ONE TIME, AND EVERY TIME, YOU WILL HEAR FROM ME! YES WOMEN, YOUR ALL I NEED!!
An atheistic 'Chief Chaplain' at Harvard
The university's raison d'etre bartered
A divinity school, founded to spread God's word
The goal now, 'equitable neighborhoods'
My hand on your shoulder;
Your hand on my waist.
We shuffle across the ballroom.
The other dancers swoon by us--
Elegant and graceful
Perfect and in sync.
We struggle to keep some sense of rhythm between us
But I'm two steps ahead of the tune
While you drag your feet.
There is nothing here but we pretend
For the sake of our parents
And for the sake of our children.
But most of all we pretend for our own sake
Because I'm too scared to see the truth.
You'd rather prowl the streets for teenagers
And have me die alone with the cats.
I don't know what I want.
But, when has that ever mattered?
In a world of muted reality
where parents once swelled with pride
the day they kissed their babies’ cries
and tasted their life’s dream
heroin poisons sons
and alcohol washes away daughters
as sunsets creak past rusted porch swings
salted with silent grief
Gone are the Sunday picnics
and the tee ball jubilation
when fortune rained God’s bounty
on fruitful fields of disbelief
where they now gather
to bury their seed
REVELATION
It was ages since we ‘d met. I dread her visits.
The melodrama and discord leave me unmoored.
My sister’s hugs morphed into stones, dropped one by one.
Words hitting dark water. Circles of disbelief spun around me.
Not one scintilla of truth.
I glimpsed her self-satisfied smirk.
We’d been close in our teens…
A deep breath. No , Sis, it never happened.
She tossed her curls. But I was there. I saw you. Him too.
Did counselling
and hypnosis bring her easy certitude?
No sis…
She glared. It’s true. Do you think I’m mad?
DECIMA WRAXALL
They say I am crazy
They claim I am demented
They call me names
And swear vehemently that I have lost it all
I look at them and shake my head in disbelief
How can I convince them
That I am not what they think I am?
How can I make them understand
That I am not insane?
Could they ever believe
That true love intoxicates?
How could they believe
That your love drives me nuts?
More than alcohol could ever do?
A day will come they will understand
That true love is alcoholic!
I read in the news the other day,
Believe this if you can.
We should have a gingerbread person,
And not a gingerbread man.
Yes, things should now be genderless,
In order to avoid the flack,
Should anyone be offended,
When buying a gingery snack.
When it snows, don’t build a snowman,
Avoid the ladybird,
No, if you’re vexed by the gender of biscuits
I don’t think you should be heard.
If upset by a Portuguese Man of War,
Then I hope it’s because you’ve been stung.
Not because it shouldn’t be male.
Please just watch your tongue.
So sheep must be feminine,
According to your rule.
Or maybe they’re just sheep after all,
And you’re really just a fool?
Do you avoid mannequins?
Their manly name make you sad?
Or do you try not to be happy,
For a male is contained in ‘glad’?
Manchester must surely be added,
To your list of masculine foes.
But it also contains ‘chest’,
And we all have one of those.
In this scary world of ours,
With so many keen to divide.
We must choose our battles wisely,
And then fight them with pride.
We must support those who need us,
Targeted for who they are.
For their race, religion or who they love,
And we must re-set the bar.
Equality, yes! Ridiculousness, no!
There is a much larger war,
And everyone should have the same chances of life,
However they are born.
I think it’s clear to most of us,
That it’s really very drastic,
And we must act now to prevent the planet…
… from drowning in a sea of plastic.
I cannot fathom how so many treat
Our fauna and our flora,
In a world where so much is advancing,
Our planet is getting poorer.
The world is going weird on us,
And should it be deemed fussy,
When a woman has to ask…
… that she is not grabbed by her pussy?
And the UK is struggling too;
Do we leave or do we remain?
Just tell us of the final deal,
And let us vote again.
We’re letting down the NHS,
The sick, the lonely, the old.
And I think wealth is skewed beyond belief,
If I may be so bold.
So when choosing your battles in future,
I really wouldn’t risk it.
Nobody has time for someone,
Who’s offended by a biscuit.
She gives off a very sly smile
A look that says more than dismay
Another view she looks at beyond
Showing all that it’s quite okay
Her disbelief is shown with her look
A look of shock painted on her face
Though she smiles with a kind of fear
Not a bit of loss nor some disgrace
She is so shy, a bunch of grace shown
Nothing speaks more than her sly smile
Her eyes speak the truth of pure delight
Writing on her face seen from a mile
Her face glows with a mission of time
Finding calmness never seen before
A shock of a blessing she gives out
Of heart and tenderness bringing more
There seems to be allure in her smile
Leaves a clever wisp inside her eyes
Another glow of hope is brought forth
Not a place of deceit nor disguise
She gives off a brilliant sly smile
A cheeky grin before all who’s there
She looks around her with calmness
Knowing disbelief is in thin air
Russell Sivey
He tasted the forbidden fruit,
And accepted the tempest into the bows-
Of his soul ~
Submission under the violet sky ~
Amidst the shadows;
Secret desires satisfied,
Ardently drinking of the deep, red wine,
Arousing her with his words in-
A garden where logic carries-
No weight ~
Just...one...time...
Submerged within the sweat beads of-
The hour;
Malignant was her power ~
Lost in her seduction...higher...higher...
Fearing the lines on her hand ~
He was reborn with her music ~
Horse-drawn chariots of fire ~
Embraced by the fervor of the moment ~
Willing to move Heaven and Earth-
Just...one...more...time...
Her absence offered no serenity,
For her fragrance lingered-
Until presence was regained,
Abiding inside her green woods ~
Thunder under passion's-
Sultry blanket...
Venomous ~
Just...one...more...time...
She stealthily slid her delicate hand...
Under...the...bed...