Best Disbelieve Poems
When Swift, "Bird of Hermes", Its Last Flight Takes
When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.
Into earthen world, flashing flaming wings
from behind echoes of thunder and light
as unto death its silent cries may bring
truth in Time's abyss, of past days and nights.
Fleet and airy such journey to and fro
as divine messenger delivers words
from Olympus covered in purest snow
down to mankind in its sad teeming herds.
And of such, does man ever truly see
divine beauty of Nature's true worth
far more than bounty of all seven seas
tis' abundance of life strewn across earth.
When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.
Of the "Bird of Hermes", some disbelieve
yet some poets may feel its midnight flight
especially so midnight of New Years Eve
within hopes and dreams given bird's first sight.
Did not such dead gods mirror soul of man
complete with its greed and many dark lusts
and creation of this world, its long span
that ends with our bodies turning to dust?
Shall we not listen to message as sent
yet still struggle in dark, epic strains
as we ignore what such tales truly meant
truth is hidden within man's failing brain.
Does modern science our souls ever save
or technology everything explain
do we know what lies beyond mortal grave
or if part of us on this earth remains?
When swift "Bird of Hermes" its fast flight takes
path through nether worlds, its tall broken stones
phantom from Olympic heights swiftly breaks,
to survive ancient gods's dying groans.
Robert J. Lindley, March 7 2019/ January 21- 2020
Hermes, Greek Mythology,
(A Vision Through Midnight Realms Once Seen)
Categories:
disbelieve, appreciation, art, humanity, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Some people like to say that I am crazy
to think our sovereignty we’ll one day lose;
to think all countries under one umbrella
would ever be discussed or make the news!
But if you pay attention, you can hear
world leaders saying things I find absurd.
They’re going to “build back better” everything.
A notion crazier I’ve never heard.
They can’t build better governments or cities.
There’s nothing they’ve done better yet at all!
The progress made in health or crime prevention
is getting worse - their progress is so small.
This New World Order’s nothing but a joke -
a joke on all the world, and those now free
will realize how much they’ve lost at last
once all have bowed down to technology.
If patriots can't win, our freedom’s GONE.
The puppet masters do not care one bit
for you and me. The evil filthy rich
desire a world with most of us not IN it.
I’m teased for things that some folks disbelieve -
like Revelations or Illuminati,
but there are wicked beasts behind the curtain,
and New World Order’s OZ won’t be so pretty.
The banks sit high atop the pyramid.
We’re underlings that world elitists hate.
Folks hypnotized by lies of media
are unbelievers I cannot debate.
The proof of what I say is all around
in statues, number six and signs they give
to one another, and right out in open!
One day with chips inside us we will live.
The beast’s own mark is coming. This I know.
To live, we’ll need it on our head or hand.
How easily they’ve got to us already.
God help us! New World Order won’t be grand.
April 20, 2022
For Robert James Liguori's New World Order Poetry Contest
Categories:
disbelieve, future,
Form:
Rhyme
What if God isn't a he or a she but a he she
eating quiche in a teepee with a toupee
in the company of a grumpy hippy
seeking to unleash a fart storm our way
solar gusts of gigantic proportions
across intergalactic star systems
unholy guffing crushing our sun
with radiation to our extinction
anything is possible it's all unknown
take a guess at the probable fart tone
all we ever do is disbelieve and joke
open up minds after cannabis toke
some believe he's a vengeful bastard
out to punish us thereafter
in a world seeing many disaster
these people couldn't be dafter
so maybe God really is a he she
toupee wearing and living in a teepee
perving on a world of birds and bees
with an irritable bowel about to let free
Categories:
disbelieve, funny, god, humorous, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
To have hope in your heart is to believe,
To have faith within yourself and disbelieve,
You wont more from your life than is given,
To strive for success to be driven,
Don't be hopeless to give up on the fight,
To extinguish that blazing bright light,
It's so easy to just hide away and give up,
To be stagnant in life or cover it up,
It's not always the easiest route or way,
Having hope in your heart makes headway,
Dreaming of hope is simply not enough,
You have to put in the work and be tough,
Pushing forward will help you achieve,
There will be barriers, but you must believe,
Have faith in your own capabilities,
And ignore the negativities, impossibilities,
Believe in the availabilities and probabilities,
Never give up on hope, to fulfil your dreams,
No matter what it takes do it by any means.
Keep hope within your heart so dreams become real,
And life may just seem a bit more ideal.
Categories:
disbelieve, emotions, feelings, happiness, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
Unsung Children
Somewhere deep inside you
Behind the patches and the plasters
Of your broken heart
Somewhere in the shadows
Lays the summer of your soul
As timid as a naked flower
Before revealing the splendour of her petals
To the world
Somewhere running under the rivers of your veins
With the same fragile courage of porcelain
Your tenderness is stronger
Than any army’s rage
And I wish I could take you
Hand held out into the sun
Show you how the cracks and scars
Will be your deliverance
Turn those solemn sorrows faded burdens
Into the breaking clouds of blessed rain
Washes away the ugly stain
Till you see yourself again
Somewhere in the soil and earth of being one
The rooted light and love patiently wait upon
Waiting for the moment
When you burst out from behind the grey
To stand your own salute to the overcome
And I wish I could discover
The realisation of who you are
The exponential trigger
Which would shoot you out to your freedom
With the truth in the splendour of your sacred flower
Leaving you amazed and unafraid
In the libation of your own illumination
To see
All which you couldn’t believe
And which disbelief has bidden
All which you were forced to disbelieve
And which believing has so hidden
Behind the plasters and the patches
Of your broken heart
I know that I am unable
To wipe away the anguish and your pain
But if I could for just one moment
Ask you look into this mirror
For you to see yourself
Once again
You would see the salt in your tears
Are the shinning diamonds
Of your heart
In the unsung forgiveness
And the sacrifices
You have made
“ Wake up my precious loves
“ Slowly steady the nightmare shall recede
“ See
“ With me
“ My precious loves
“ How wonderful
“ You really are
Dedicated to all my friends and my unknown companions
Who as children suffered abuse in any form
It is our lot, to be the un-understood
The cold ignored and the lost forgotten
And an embarrassment to moralities fickle truth
We do, however, have each other
“ X ” Col
Categories:
disbelieve, dedication
Form:
Free verse
Thousands of covid-19 infected patients die everyday
Dangerous the virus I believe it just on hearing way
Where are the dead bodies? Where are their families?
I do not know actually; who tell me about these please
We know thousands of peoples die everyday overall the world usually
It's easy if imperialist politicians count some from them in this covid-19 rally
I'm not the investigator, not I'm the charity provider
Yet wanna know- comes from where the pandemic server?
Someone replies me it's a curse for sinner from the creator God
Someone advises- it's natural plague, over it do not think a lot
As a theist I believe God creates everything only for beautifying
I disbelieve that God destroys His creations for own angry appeasing
Conscience is the true power of knowledge; if we had conscience
Excess thinking would be fruitful in our inter relationship about worldly sense
It's our world, come, leave the myth of religion, try to save it as God's beauty
Save all with the nature, spread humanity with love killing political hypocrisy
29.03.2020 Chattogram
Categories:
disbelieve, anxiety, conflict, death, life,
Form:
Free verse
She is out there again, morning star. Alone. By herself.
Forgotten when the other stars returned to heaven, before break of day.
I wonder if she realizes where she was to go, and how to get there.
Does she know it is a journey she can make by herself?
I gaze at her in silent awe, wishing herself happy, worried that
She might not find her way home.
We all get back there eventually. Like this daring little star,
We must travel alone. It is our journey, no one else’s. Even if we
Go at the same time, we go at our own pace, in our own path.
Back and forth between worlds, some of us travel nightly in our
Dreams. Others do not realize this, and go there once upon a lifetime.
Forth and back, rather than back and forth.
Who am I kidding? We all travel there nightly. Some of us are
More aware than others. Some do not realize it at all. They do
Not recall their dreams, sleeping as hard as rocks, with open mouths,
Drooling, as they travel. Like morning star, they are on a path of their
Own, and will do what they need to do, but on their own time, in their
Own sweet way. I send them prayers, hopes, and wishes as they
Lie there, prone, willing to disbelieve in their own happiness.
Categories:
disbelieve, inspiration, star,
Form:
Free verse
"Mothers" - A Conversation with a Daughter
In my 60th year I came to the conclusion that women are gods in their own right. Children worship and fear the power that pulses through their own blood to pin point in a waiting heart, along that road we all journey, happy or sad, just exactly where home is;
and if there is anything to be said of the strength mothers bare in victory or failure, it is this,
we are the echo of our own mother’s dreams, good and bad, and that life never ends at all - the door is always open, take that as you will. Whether we balk at the chance to confront ourselves through what waits on the other side of that door, or we rush through to embrace –
the opening always begins through an entrance -
and that, our mothers bore the pain to let us in, is the hidden key.
You could say, you love or hate your mother.
You could say, you believe or disbelieve your mother.
Mothers are not far from God. Nor that different.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Categories:
disbelieve, love, mirror, muse, my
Form:
Narrative
Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,
Twinkle
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell
She’s ambrosial, the choir admire bell
Twinkle
Thinking I am moving forward by benching these 100-pound dumbbells
Hell
Attacked by a crocodile
Leveling within dungeons trying to excel
Wish I had the ability to cast the enchanted spell of levitate
To always be there for every time you fell to assist as in a helpmate
In the lullabies of wintertime, the crime is asking too late for a date
Tithed, I'm applying my last dime, inquiring the Sublime Mother of the fate
Magnificent bliss with the gentle touch of a kiss
A cosmos flower for the morrow for the princess
As a part of yesteryear kindness to reminisce
In awe of the Zenith Seven Sea’s Sapphire Empress
Beseeching thy grace for the tears lost by the abandonment goodbyes
Forgiveness please for the lack of achieve and position of naïve
Sincere apologies for the instantaneous unanswered whys?
Praying for the afternoon to burn all the shadows of disbelieve
The yawn hours fade away, time’s dusty hands are gone
The sunrays are overhead, no more to be dawn
Since the awakening morning, time apart
Is now the recollection of an anguished heart
Yearning for the inception of spring to start
The creations pilgrimage of the lover’s art
Performing her ballet along the shoreline, her impressions engrave
Cheerfully singing, gleefully giggling, while journeying on the sapphire trails
With a dazzling shine, she’s been waiting for so long on the sands extending her hands
Gazing upon the millions of butterflies refracting heavenly pastels
Beholding this imagery of the daughter of Divine as the ocean’s wave
Musically echoing and chimes of the sea
Touch by the hand of Aphrodite
Her surpassing grandeur, greater than the pristine Nefertiti
She is the most pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty
Smile
She's eternal, a beaming demoiselle
She's beautiful, dancing in pimpernels
She's celestial, a blessing in the dell
Smile
Within the shimmering sky, the Scintillate Sapphire Star is the perfect gem of resonating beauty
11/19/2017 Updated 5/14/2019
Categories:
disbelieve, beauty, dream, romantic,
Form:
I hated my payday
Creditors I couldn't pay
The pain I felt was like one of a stingray
O! Lord I pray
This misery can't stay
Please flee
Hear my plea
Look at me
My eyes are bloody
Fly away, misery
My Lord please, lend me a key
I'm on my knee
Asking a shadow of your tree
I need to be free
Please give me the key
To unlock my misery
What a relieve
I'm no longer naïve
I standing before you with disbelieve
You are swift to hear
Now I believe! I believe!
Today I'm a man
Respected by my woman
Because my Lord you are real man
You gave me what I needed as man
Means to provide for my family like other man
Thank you Lord, you are a real man
Now I believe.
Because I believed
I did not lose hope to continue to live
Contentment surpass me I leave
To work for my children to better their lives
Now my pay day I enjoy like being on leave
All this was impossible If I did not believe
Now I believe!
Categories:
disbelieve, africa, god,
Form:
Funny indeed you were,
you touched each and
everyone of us with your
talents.
We're still in disbelieve
that you passed away,
a tragic end to one of
the best comic alive.
You made us cry in
laughter, now we cry
in tears...
Remembering all them
years of joy when you
blessed us on the screen.
Now we pray to God
to bless you, may he
have mercy on you...
And fill the heavens
with your laughter,
like you did here on
earth...
Cause truly you are
angel.
Rip Mr Robin Williams.
Written by: Poet Shi
Categories:
disbelieve, death of a friend,
Form:
Bio
Something has gripped the human race,
The television blares out laughter,
Personal people with personal issues,
Sharing their hearts to anyone who will listen.
The kitchen turns into a studio for the day,
Cameras whirring in and out of focus,
Showing us the reality of their lives,
Children run around giggling and laughing.
What is the fascination with reality tv?
Do we need to see raw emotions daily?
The media feeds us more than we need to see,
We all take it in and gasp at the right times,
Compassion pours from us when a story is sad,
Voices of disbelieve fills our room if it’s not normal.
Do we feel better watching someone else’s life?
Glued to the sofa while real life plays out,
A coin is tossed for kettle duty,
No one wants to miss what comes next.
Relying on others to make us happy or sad,
Too much reality tv can drive you mad.
Categories:
disbelieve, feelings, humanity,
Form:
Light Verse
>>1111>>Knocking on your dreams door>1111>>Quincy Mac<<1111<<
date written: 11.23.2015
Categories:
disbelieve, allegory, angel, dream, imagination,
Form:
Epic
Untitled – ‘they’ say but live in jealousy!
A world away ‘they’ say
And out of reach ‘they’ preach
‘They’ say I have too many dreams
‘They’ believe I am just a dreamer
‘They’ say I need to wake
For ‘they believe’ to have dreams are the sins of a saint.
‘They’ believe and ‘they’ say
The biggest mistakes are to believe
And to see your destiny
‘They’ say this is a saint’s naivety.
But ‘they’ disbelieve
‘They’ have little faith
If you will a selfish heart?
For within their jealousy and envy
‘They’ reside within the spirit of the dark.
For ‘they’ are heartless without a heartbeat,
Just a silence in the darkness that waits and bleeds
For their evil consumes, misleads and controls
For ‘they’ are eternally lost
‘They’ have no dreams
‘They’ are just an entity with a broken soul.
Categories:
disbelieve, betrayal,
Form:
Cinquain
One word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart.
Unknown to those who ventilate can leave
festering wounds upon a fragile heart.
You spurt out things and deem you're being smart.
Think it doesn't hurt? You're being so naive;
One word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart.
It's far, far so easy to tear apart
clueless that the other could receive
festering wounds upon a fragile heart.
A stranger, lover, teller at Walmart;
Don't yell or rant because you have a peeve.
One word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart.
An argument there was no need to start;
because in the end, what did it achieve?
Festering wounds upon a fragile heart
Pause a moment before you speak, restart;
think about your words, do not disbelieve;
one word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart
festering wounds upon a fragile heart.
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Date wrote: 12th March 2022
Categories:
disbelieve, emotions,
Form:
Villanelle