Best Disconnected Poems
No T.V., no internet, what are we to do, just look at us!
I remember a time, it wasn’t such a fuss.
Where pleasure and creativity we could find
without such things to entertain humankind.
We could look around and we could see
All the jewels of life waiting to be.
A life so good, a sun so bright,
While sharing it all with family; what a delight!
We wake up in the morning with smiles all around,
For there certainly be a love one to be found.
We’d notice the cold floors tickle our toes,
Now it tablets and i-phones up everyone’s nose.
We stepped out the door to start a new day
Not with text messages but hugs and kisses leading the way.
Our generation was tight knit and grand,
We all worked together with one purpose at hand.
That our next generation would have better opportunity,
With ever so much, and always have plenty.
And for the life we had, we knew we were blessed,
So we store up the extra to help out the rest.
We welcomed the strangers that came by our way,
We offered a meal and invited them to stay.
Today, if the door bell rings, we jump up in fret
If not forewarned by a previous text.
A variety of friends, we’ve made through the years,
Not by facebook request, but by having listening ears.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the new technology of this time,
But replacing one for the other is but a crime.
No T.V., no internet, now six days has past,
And from it a poem is written, and that is that, at last.
For today we got reconnected,
But remembering that at time it’s better to stay disconnected.
i tried to tell you
but you would not listen....
had to go and be a man
"baby don't go
they will get you"
and my heart bled
when they said you
were dead
the year passed by so slow
i did nothing
to get ahead
i know to others i act so simple
this is alright because i
live my life in my head
so i'll close this poem of
of sadness and truth
and to your memory
i will continue to be wed
even in death
by janetta harrington
Disconnected
I wish my child could write a poem and open his channels
I need my channels open too, because no one’s talking to me.
My loved ones and disliked ones whom have made their
transition, none of them will talk to me, they pay me no attention.
I need communication from the other side.
I got channels to open, no one’s talking to me...not even my child.
They gave my child a vaccination, which was so sadistic,
they knew this batch of
medicine could leave my child Autistic.
So, I called upon the ancestors to help
communicate.
My babies like a zombie, there's no light in his eyes;
They told me that he'd be just fine, but they were telling lies.
The side effects were harmful, more harmful than the cure,
I hate what I am thinking now, I know my thoughts impure.
My child is now a prisoner he is buried deep within
no wit, personality, or charm....
That dag-blasted vaccination has caused my baby harm!
I would love to hear the voice of my disconnected child.
I call upon my ancestors, but only the wind is blowing;
Sadly, I sit, moping all alone.
I call upon my forefathers/and mothers...
I got channels to open.
I try to hold my child; my hug is rejected;
I want to reach my baby-
But he is now Dis-connected!
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2010
Here I am, sitting here
Anticipating a dream that will never appear.
I'm patiently waiting and longing to feel
The results of my actions that were never real.
I was foolish to think I would get all I need
From this pill, this bottle, or even this weed.
I would float and wander and never complete
The tasks and the goals that I needed to meet.
Karma's a witch, but temptation's a demon.
Society's a mess, always wanting to be in
A race to chase a meaningless goal.
Diamonds they think, when they are but coal.
My hands stumbled through the wire
choppy, noisy; I wrestled
over distance of long miles-
straying from her voice
How can I be so close
Yet feel so far away,
You’re laying right next to me
But I don’t know what to say.
I know you’ll try to comfort me
And tell me it’s okay,
But I don’t want you to know
This happens every day.
I’m so tired and overwhelmed
I’ve begun to lose my hope
That one day I’ll be okay again,
That I’ll find a way to cope.
I’ve lost control of everything
And I can’t find my place,
I’m scared that I will disappear-
Vanish without a trace.
Your feet get heavy but still you walk,
to get through your days you count seconds on the clock,
wondering where time has gone and what reality is,
sometimes you feel like giving up saying forget this,
taking a look around you see so many different people,
to your left is a homeless man praying on the steeple,
to your right is one that is greedy and to the homeless man passes by,
in the corner is a woman with tears in her eyes,
crying from a broken heart and now a single mother,
down the street are two men fighting with one another,
hate is holding each and every one of their hands,
now take a look in the mirror and tell me where you stand,
your tired of routine same old story everyday,
you wonder when time will come when you start to feel okay,
the clouds pass overhead and the wind passes by your ears,
but yet you feel disconnected like your not really here,
in a different reality but your body still in this one,
you try to shake it off but a victory is never won,
so how come those who feel so torn apart,
are the ones stuck in this cycle and from it they never part?
they are the ones with a true heart,
but still they keep waiting on their day for justice to finally start
Disconnection dissects her dawdling brain;
Isolated from the world around her she stands alone,
A solitary tear bejeweling her translucent skin
She doesn’t reach up to brush it away
Instead she smiles, sadly, at the faces around her
At the eddying current of humanity which never quite touches…
Never quite tugs her into their violent embrace
And all the while she is growing more and more delusional
Masking her suffering by pretending she can’t see it
By sticking her fingers in her ears and humming a childhood melody
When she strolls through town she feigns ignorance,
Feigns oblivion to the loneliness that marks her –
That stands out on her creamy brow like a bloodied brand
She is all alone and no one knows her anymore…
Oh sure, curious stares sometimes flick her way,
But they are hollow fragments of the love that used to be
Of the awe that used to pulse through her delicate figure
Once, she was adored; was sainted
But now her pedestal is cracked and moss-grown
And she, poor girl, is bloated by isolation; by her solitary state
By the bubble that envelops her in darkness and dreams…
It is a mournful existence she suffers now –
Pride and cowardice have sequestered her in a tall dark tower
In a room with no stairs and no doors with locks to break
Lost in dreams of what could have been, she sighs,
And raises a glass of poisoned wine to her lips;
She just can’t take it anymore…
I walk by silently.
Sit down in the hush.
but my mind screams:
Look at me.
Notice me.
Someone do something.
Someone say something to break this awful silence.
Hope lies bleeding down a well
broken and afraid
Screams rebounding off the walls
Help stands distant on a hill
silent and restrained
Dreams recurring of the falls
i am a process.
Mindless actions,
Wireless transactions.
i think. but i have no thought.
i am a machine,
Alone and unmanned,
Awaiting only the breath of Your command.
i understand. but i do not comprehend.
i am a receptacle.
Vacuous and waiting,
my tenacity to mindlessly please, is unabating.
i respond to Your touch, though i do not feel its warmth.
i am a vehicle.
Only to use, only to show,
i do not feel, i do not think, i only know.
i do what You say, i recognise Your words, but i do not know Your voice.
I lost myself in reaching for the sky,
I buried my dreams in shadows nearby,
I rejected myself at a remarkable dawn,
I found myself when you were finally abandoned.
Maybe I craved the way you used to utter my name,
Maybe it was nothing but a spiteful game,
Maybe you knew exactly when to pause,
Maybe it was all just a tremendous noise.
I am in a field of blooming cherries,
It is truly a remarkable phase.
I reach for a long-cherished, unknown wish,
Plucking a forgiven gist, only for it to wither.
The field is an astounding desert,
Where I can barely survive.
To live here takes audacious courage;
To pass by it is an incredible damage.
I want to let all the blooming cherries know:
When you blow in through the window,
Won’t you ask the plucked one whether its petals still glow?
Won’t you let it throw my heart in with the flow?
Why are you being so distant?
Avoiding all my calls and texts
Now it’s becoming clear that you lie to me
But I thought liking me was true
I should have Know that your wife
will come back to be with you
Was it fair to lead me on and satisfy you?
What about me now?
I’m a woman that don’t know what to do
This is what I get for listening to you
Why send me a text and say what’s up
Then when I reply you text me a lie
So what am I suppose to do with my feelings now
All I wanted to do was to talk with you
To figure out what went wrong
Was I coming on to strong?
Tell me something so I will know
Is it time for me to hang up the phone?
Why did you play my heart in the mood?
I should have been expecting it now it’s bruised
No man wants to tell the truth about wanting to love you for a few
So filling that empty space with me until,
his wife comes back that’s his number one rule
Now, I’m saying I will never ever be your fool!
Disconnected
We all are so Disconnected
In this world of Wireless Telecom
The Internet and the Dot com
Yet Everyone remains frustrated
We have trains planes boats and cars
Yet we remain so far
We live with the passing hours
Become a part of the system so far
Forgetting someone has become so easy
Even though he/she exists in my family
All it takes is a phone call
Yet we just take it easy
Meeting the one’s only on certain occasions
Missing the opportunity will relate to forgetfulness
Making 500 friends on facebook is easy
Making an effort to keep in touch is not a necessity??
Why move on when you cant carry on
Why say Yes when you cant accept
Why hear when you cant listen
Hypocrisy reigns in every segment of life
It is a fact, which we just don’t realize
Staying connected is just simple
All it takes is a click of a button
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You can find Distance in my book of poems "labyrinth
on---http://www.amazon.com/Labyrinth-Mustafah-Mun/dp/1409285251/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1252381235&sr=1-1
Being disconnected..
A disconnection of everything
A spark of electricity along with its juice..
Makes a connection..
Wires are all connecting to different connections..
Sparks are flying everywhere..
A perfect connection ignites..
Feeling disconnected..
A disconnection of people, places and things..
Bombarded by faulty wiring..
Perhaps my inside wires are not able to ignite..
The wires are not doing its business..
Once there was juice..
Once there were sparks flying everywhere..
A need to mend my faulty wiring.
To apply a band aid to the painful disconnection..
Will it cover and mask the healing process?
Healing the wounds of disconnection..
A broken disconnection needs mending..
As I ponder in the moment of what lies ahead..
A visualization of a massive connection..
With all of my entire being..
A high jolt and charge of electricity..
Captured and stored within myself..
An act of empowerment in visualization..
I feel a Incredible charge of empowerment..
I shall indeed connect the wires .
Juices flowing..
It ignites
Sparks are now flying everywhere
Faulty wiring shall cease to exist..
Healing rises..
Connected I am..
I have risen..
Risen to a massive connection..