Best Disconnects Poems
Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.
Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs.
Freshly budding peonies liquefy;
Veils thin, evaporating the delusion of reality.
Why must I mould to the edges at your bidding,
Contort to the point of my own dysfunction?
For such fleeting worship, this devastation lingers -
Devours and disconnects my inner workings.
I lie highlighted in shadow, a beacon of quiet distress;
A dislodged scapula desperate to be labelled angelic.
Grounded, wingless, and forever out of time -
Wearing the last face you cared for as a comforter.
Neon venom warming twisted arteries,
Sinister patches stitched upon a breaking back.
A narcissist's crown digging into my head
Like rusted nails plunged into worm-infested wood—
Permanent disconnection, frayed cerebral cortex.
Blurred vision obscures insidious figures hiding in hushed corners,
Whispering in Babylonian tongue. Hallucinatory illusions haunt
What was a once-pristine sanctuary,
Now morphing into a surrealistic asylum.
Revelation exists above shadow in temporal machination,
I'm consciousness not yet swept up with sand;
Closed eyes cleanse my corneas - I rest in a balm of clarity.
Your power superficial, a cankerous cataract peeled clean off.
It is you who is bereft, washed up with the shell you created.
All the walls of your empty room fallen flat,
As I unfurl in the mirror beyond the shoreline,
I realise - it was never me you couldn't stomach.
Categories:
disconnects, art, deep, imagery, poetry,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Cocooned
Just like a butterfly trapped tight,
her folded wings await the flight.
Cocooned, she fears what to expect
when from her safety, disconnects.
With wings of flight, she must escape
into a world with new landscape...
Just like a butterfly entrapped
inside a world so tightly capped.
Cocooned, she fears the world outside
seen from within...freedom denied.
Transfiguration, a gift of few...
needs wings of flight to change her view.
March 25, 2018
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Freedom
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Judged: 03/21/2022
~3rd Place~
Contest: Picture This
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 04/01/2018
Categories:
disconnects, butterfly, metaphor,
Form:
Couplet
dreamers
voiceless refugees
fragile
imperfect...
with images
to bring alive:
enduring
disconnects..
voiced aloud
unread
Categories:
disconnects, poets,
Form:
Verse
In a flash, coals of darkness strike the night,
her teeth grating... pinched by a rage
screaming on walls that resound from her lungs;
her face spitting out a whorl of madness
in a verbal lash of ten or more whips,
mocking all the way down to the veins…
A furnace of rage disconnects her from some
sense of reality: the raw edge of irreverence
at every turn... panting, cussing, and cutting
sliced words like broken glass, as though
her heart is unaware of her sense of duality.
She taste the tears of both wrath and liberation,
plunging down the sunken pit in a hazy blur;
until she hears a voice,” it's alright, girl”...
for her borders cannot see the difference
between another time, another place,
where gentle sighs and harsh language
cannot blend as she hardly responds.
For John Lawless: Minced Words Contest
6/24/2016
Categories:
disconnects, emotions, identity, language, words,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The first invisible hand I saw, was the hand that appeared
in the banquet hall of the Babylonian palace, inscribing
letters on the wall, with its fingertip,
the letters, written by the invisible visible hand, on the wall
may be an astonishing revelation, the inscription on the wall
is not as impressive as the visible invisible hands stretching
desperately on the canvas in ‘Guernica’.
By the time I learned of the existence of an invisible hand,
it’s an embarrassing situation but the invisible hand disappeared
from our surroundings, already; a crow flew away to the place unknown
carrying my poor soul.
Presently, however, every hand has
its own color and goes loose in the marketplace
the clean white hands called holy
dipped and pulled out from holy water;
the bluish hands dyed from bruised people treated cruelly;
the dictator’s red hands stained from the blood of innocent people;
other hands,
messy hands stained from oil spouting from the well;
the bright gold hands of the man who found a vein of gold.
Nonetheless, there still is, the invisible hand, out there,
this hand occasionally fumbles into my breast, pulls my heart out
and tattoos an unsightly tattoo which can’t be removed or cut out
and when becomes bored of tattooing my heart, the hand squeezes
into the brain, connects and disconnects the delicate linkage of my thoughts
and beclouds my judgment
it’s really annoying, but what can I do?
since it’s an invisible hand.
That’s the devil’s hand a dog plays with,
the dog tosses, chases and chews it in his mouth.
Categories:
disconnects, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
I’m broken
Not too much has been spoken
Of my alliance
Towards the silence
Evening corrupts me
Bleeding disrupts me
Contemplating the ending
Of relationships bending
I see sours grapes
Beyond her drapes
Of her eyes
In disguise
I have not feelings of remorse
For it was a broken horse
That brought me into play
When she has left to say
“Not another day to live
With our hearts to give
Extra passion disconnects
When we intersect
Blowing across the wayward
Sun bellows out radiance towards
The hollowness of our distance
That was in time ruthless
We can’t find our way
Too much in dismay
Overtly its under wraps
Our love has found its caps”
Power within the words
I found heartless swords
Banging against my head
As if I was dead
Being that it may
I wish to be that way
But along she never displayed
Hope to see life conveyed
In love’s little capsule
We left without a soul
And nothing she says can save
My broken heart is decayed
Never to be found again
Never to beat, never to begin
I’m broken;
She said so long
I’m taken
And now time seems to drag
In some fashion
To last, never to brag
Covering elastration
Of my heart to snag
Covering times endless battle
Of broken entities settled
Like I have entered
Into the realm diverted
Boasting she elicits pains
From all angles, domains
Now time slows to a crawl
Like I feel nothing at all
But the shards that crossed my path
Entering into my seconds of wrath
I’m just saying
I’m broken -
Long before she said goodbye
Russell Sivey
Categories:
disconnects, break up, goodbye, lost
Form:
Rhyme
From a galaxy a million light years or more
Descends a created soul's birth through the earthly door.
All pathways delineated on life affirming oath
Ego self chosen for spiritual growth.
From babe to child and through manhood.
Pre-destined goals form, as they should.
Life based on love not anger bent,
Why down to earth divine souls are sent
A karmic accumulation of all we have wrought
Each trying to keep uppermost as each thought
Definitive matters and learning curves
To reach perfection is he who serves.
Striving to do more right than wrong
Solar plexus registers and makes us strong
As we approach our own momentous hour
We stand upright and never cower.
An enlightened soul body to be honed
Mightier than it's physical own.
Upon meeting it's earthly demise
A soul disconnects and upwards rise.
Up above earth's firmament ties
To friends and family waiting there
A life and death barrier of infinite care
Spiritual advisors on a council sit
Prescribing over souls who do commit
To a law of perfection guaranteed
Only love aspired souls can reappear,
Amongst celestial realms, eternally for evermore,
No more dogmas, no renewing, no returning through the earthly door.
For all who seek will be fulfilled,
Cossetted in a cocoon of bliss undistilled
Equally established in stature as the ancient Gods of Greece.
Vainglorious shuns to meritorious acclaim
Man transcends and proudly proclaims his name
Categories:
disconnects, birth,
Form:
Free verse
Me asus laptop power onboard plug hole died...so stripped it down and resoldered power connecter. The input plughole had been wobbly.
Put it back together no video...before Sue died..
So been reading up online bout using ovens and heat guns to rerun the solder flow...seems solder goes off sometimes and disconnects onboard video cards etc etc etc....so using online utube articles i identified the video card not working...
The basic reflow idea is to try your heatgun close to a piece of solder time how long till it melts. That is your gun reflow time....when you reflow solder connections u suspect arent connected.
Of course i reseat any plug in cards, tiny bit wd40 to kill corrosion. Non conducter oil.
So after getting hyped up to reflow solder, i didnt have to...i applied pressure to the video chip and it reconnected...ole asus duo core 2.4gig works again....it seems a lot of electrical circuit boards fail due to crappy solder....have heat gun will travel....Don Johnson.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQZ1TLnD3Bo
Categories:
disconnects, adventure,
Form:
ABC
Trapped
Just like a butterfly
wrapped tight,
her folded wings
await the flight.
Cocooned, she fears
what to expect
when from her safety,
disconnects.
With wings of flight,
she must escape
into a world
of new landscape...
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Contest: Visualize, Scrutinize and Remark
Sponsor: Forever Malta
Judged: 03/16/2016
Categories:
disconnects, butterfly, fear, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
As a soul is free to weave ,
It has the no intention to leave ,
So free to retrieve and perceive
Yet when a soul needs a bit more ,
It disconnects from the world
Feels it is and needs to be alone , fears that no connection is to be found.
One needs to arrive soon..
As it searches through the dark holes, bumpy roads,
Unforgiving tones ,
Chilling to bones ...
As the funny phones too make it more confused.
Energy leaks its drained
Sensitive in addition,
Gets bashed and rushed ... hates to be, as it prefers its own pace and zone
As it falls ... and gets back
In lost trace, but still so overwhelmed.
Needs to be retrieved ..
By who ? Would reach the uneven soul whos fine on its own
If time passed it learned to deal with its own death of sorrow , or down , awareness , attention divide the inability to decide ...
But needs a bit more... It needs to retrieve a soul who's in the same deep hole .
So another yearns to retrieve .
Catches it's golden hand ,
they just know . Encounter
They jump up over the dark ramp
It's a moment of glory matter
They were trapped in a map
Way is found ...
The end to the vicious lap
Mutually healed ,
Forever cheered .
Perfect understanding to immeasurability
.... Own terrane, of deep soul infinity
Perfect compromise
Love has no price
In this thankful terrace
A true reflection
To this new connection.
Categories:
disconnects, confusion, soulmate,
Form:
Free verse
Thy life, once filled with laughter and with love,
now is only fated to be covered in regret,
for, when evil finds entrance to a heart, soon, will prove,
it disconnects the soul from all the kindness it has met,
evil teases you, and taunts, with lust and pride,
against thy will, you act with thoughtlessness and greed,
until the deal is done, and the devil's at your side,
you are lost, while I am left to mourn thy selfish deed,
and so, I pray for thy misguided soul, in truth,
that God may grant the mercy only he can give,
that he may look upon thy misspent youth,
and, at that time, find thy soul, and bless it with reprieve.
Categories:
disconnects, forgivenessmay,
Form:
Free verse
The chilly North Pacific:
we build a fire for the moths,
a lamplight. Their wings, angry
with flames. Sky: dim and small.
In your standing stillness, you are
an old clock
that has run out of chimes.
The small hours of the past,
a fossil, a nerve. I hand you a flask.
You say: ‘August is dying.
The stones are cold.’ In your hand,
a dead sea star. Summer bronze
burned into your skin. Your eyes,
moist black pearls.
Along the horizon, dark fog
is an oil slick floating against the sky’s
gray wall. Your silhouette, solitude,
the wind’s nimble stitching of your hair.
You say: ‘Memories are wounds
infected with melancholy,
that push the past deeper into ruins’
—the old houses sold, the Village
demolished. To dust.
You ask: ‘Why did you leave?’
I answer: ‘There is nothing left
to remind me to remember.
After the bricks fell and shattered,
the villagers became anxious’
You reply: ‘Trepidation is God’s
offering. Listen! There’s no rush
to reach the future’ — a turnpike
of unraveled lives, sun-bleached ghosts,
pale, tired.
All night long moths fly into the light,
into the stars, the flames. The wind stirs
their powdery ashes.
Body against body,
there is deep silence between us.
The waves break. The future rolls in,
disconnects the past.
The sea star falls from your hand.
Make a wish.
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from my fourth book:
‘The Translator’ (Transcendent Zero Press)
“Rattle” was first published in ‘Orion headless’
Categories:
disconnects, art, beautiful, farewell, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Walking the straight path,
Tracks aligned, perfect symmetry.
Lifeless, soulless,
Limping in reality.
As an empty canister,
In the heart of a gale;
Swayed by every nudge,
Trashed by every gush.
Within, that cunning confidence,
Deceiving blissfully.
That senseless fool,
Believing indefinitely.
Step by step
The soul disconnects.
This hollow frame,
Dissolving, decaying…losing the way.
-Titus Loh-
http://after-tim.blogspot.com
Categories:
disconnects, depression, life, sad,
Form:
When the brain inside debates
When the storm inside abates
When sleepless nights assassinates
When the past creeps in and investigates
When ego surrenders and guilt arrests
When memories walk past but time awaits
When every thought inside procrastinates
When fear dies and tear evaporates
When utopia hides behind society's gates
When fate says you are not mates
When dilemma stays like a mistress
When the heart plays in distress
When her absence still affects
When your dream disconnects
When your own love suspects
When you lose nerve and frown on your defects
When you break down and hurt yourselves
When you succumb but nobody helps.
Categories:
disconnects, anxiety, break up, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Your soul I can see through your eyes.
My soul purified and at peace when I stare into your eyes.
I realize the pulchritude of your being.
Fresh like green pastures.
Your the lily in a valley where beauty is near.
An open air where zest is near you are there.
So well put together like a bouquet of lily white roses.
So pure, so stunning you are.
You seem to have fallen out of a cloud,
Your presents is loud.
Cloud departs when she walks into the room,
as angels sweep up rose peddles behind her.
Oh such a grace full walk she has,
such a golden word she speaks,
Oh what a virgin smile.
Her heels click on every tile,
as she seems to be walking down a glittered isle.
Her stare keeps me afloat.
When I that stare disconnects
I become a sinking boat in a sea of infatuation.
Thinking of the possible relations we can have,
but for now ill just settle for appearance
Categories:
disconnects, uplifting, visionary,
Form:
Free verse