Best Discomfiture Poems

After the rain, 
the Sun will rise again
we have been in darkness since they arrived
in their caravan of dreams with empty promises of change, 
and constructive untruths, with which they tricked us to abandon our familiar ways
to walk their paths of retrogressive progression; 
for which...

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One of my boyhood dreams was to become a successful functionary,
With an office with a view, a fine oak desk and a pretty secretary!
To wear a suit and tie (to me) would be the pinnacle of success.
I was sick of wearin' brogans and overalls -...

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Waking up with the demon digging your bowels
Imagining other marvels, your mind on a different level
Hit the streets with a system in discomfiture
Nose in the air as to flatter any future

People look around without seeing, eaten into by sins, remorse or even longing for a...

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WHO AM I 

                          I am a woman of abundance,
          ...

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The many faces scattered here-
the sense of misery had 
swollen, not unexpectedly.  Sound
“louder,” suddenly
at the end, dreadful movements
then till the end.
The clear red-hot,  mass of fire
blue, full of discomfiture-
forgotten for the almost
 unrecognizable  fear.

Pieces, trembling limbs,
burning eyes, feeling faint,
fumbled and slurred.
The thumping...

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It was no longer a vague errand, 
She was determined to accost him 
She had overcome at last the dread 
Of having to face her painful dilemma 
With a vigorous jerk of her head 
She shook off many a great doubt. 

Never before had she...

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Wind is that wonderful element replenished at each breath,
Interrupting this rhythm even for a moment results in a discomfiture.
Wild wind rustling through the leaves of the tree,
Carrying with it the fresh fragrances of life, 
That make me feel alive and free.

Wind makes it's powerful presence...

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© Ben Burton 6/18/2016

It's difficult to feel good
When you see
A long lost loved one
The meeting predicated
On the death of another
You both loved
But, at least one of you
Barely saw at all
Once those early years were gone
So you hug
And you grieve
And you talk
With an air of discomfiture
Merely...

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Vexation seeps through sighs 
As the pen finds comfort 
Sharing the same story

Nonsensical pretty boys 
With smoke cloud habits 
And bloodshot ponderings

Vaunting on their 
Newsworthy delinquency 
With incessant metal bar consequences 

Promulgating in the same breath 
they’re gaining 
New ground 

Breaking the cleanse 
Of poisoning...

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Conceited clericalism is encroaching scientific study and educational exploration, obdurate obscurantism engulfing people's normal mentality and judgment, ramrod racism routing ethnic equality and melting harmony~~~~~~
After 4 years of punk-sunk domestic complexion and skunk-drunk diplomatic stance under that frustrating and even facetious leadership, nothing meritorious had...

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How can human deal with all the other animals with a sense of indisputable superiority? What makes them keep mollycoddling the mean motive of extracting from other animals as much as possible while paying little love or care?
In their eyes, our husbandry only meets their...

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I skitter cross time's restless bones in search of sleep's access,
Discomfiture not fate or man but "restless legs" (1) confess.
An accidental drug (2) does treat if I do not forget,
It calms legs down that trouble sleep, of course,  desired and yet,
It can't put out...

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Narrow escapes- thrice threatening
Came and went
Despite succor abstaining
My soul under no circumstances meant

Harm to my person
Stolid as I sometimes dreamt to claim
Not heeding, not learning warnings a salutary lesson
That on me poured blame

Sucked from narrow escapes
Felt deep within my clones, bones, tones and zones 
As...

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Love in its majesty and spendour
Visits hearts kind and unkind
Waxing her odour and ardour
To help the love-lost to find

Little spaces, loving faces
Enamoured enough
To rise from surfaces
Where disappointment tough and rough

Lampoons discomfiture
Inflicted in the name
Of a culture whose stricture
Makes the lost lame

With heartbreaks
Torrents of tears
Ruing mistakes
Made...

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Tell me, Casanova, how long you’ll pine
On sodden sleeves your heart you’ve worn
Reputation on the line in decline
Sterile standing in society shorn

Of its aura of charm and calm
Reduced to tatters
With no love balm
In sight, your maneuver no longer flatters

As you once boasted it could
At your...

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