Best Discordance Poems

From Pretty Pink Bows To Baby Bassinets  


              Well little girl...

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Through a world of discordance, I found You.
From bane to bliss, You lifted me.

With a soul so resonate Your words.
With a spirit so lifted in...

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My sad, deplorable glory is a nightmare for another
This knowing is sickening to the bone
The need for anothers' pain is like a virus
Slitting the veins...

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America, the beautiful... 
aimlessly just like a cloud 
drifting free above the crowd 
of cluttered chaos and bleak souls 
of jungles thriving in hellholes. 

America,...

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The cacophony, the clamor
The artificial glamour
The rush to acquire stuff
Fill the emptiness with fluff
Smother silence with yammers
Compressing questions, neglecting answers

Wisdom awaits in secluded woods
In scarlet...

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We pledged a portion of our lives training ruling,
When is it thriving to mandate and perform?
What do words feign in the theater of living?
Unlike dance,...

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Many so afraid
in cultures misunderstood
God fearing antics
to depress such discordance,
who indeed is civilized?

© Harry J Horsman 2013...

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explanations of life's complexity seem more like 
eager delusions designed to keep us tame, all my 
energy is sucked out of my soul as I...

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Relate to me with not one word of sorrow,
As from some timeless lay,
Regale me with a numinous poetic theme
That shall take me faraway!
O’ forespeak to...

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In an universe of timeless rhyme,
Stars in constellations at synchronicity, chime.
The world is full of vivid faiths,
Gospels life, in a clockwork, gaits,

Cleanliness of the soul,...

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Within her sensitive heart, a storm brewed.
No one could see her inner agony,
Even when her mind to suffering glued.

Beneath the calm and serene appearance,
In her...

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First year, it was Mary,Bola and Rose
Each of them called upon my ministry of offspring-making
Ofcourse I yielded. I was like, no one knows.
All of them...

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Born in the last decade of the old regime
Born a twain year before our unity to bear
All the flourishing devoid credos and pro-
phecies that foresaw...

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When the world was youthful
spiderwebs sang as they were spun.
Language was woven in the air
as accents of winds and trees
conveyed by an eloquent sky.
Untrammeled meadows...

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A Second to Work

With a hand that ostensibly 
Caresses a fingerboard and bow gently,

Yet really holds with force,
Holds with vim and plays with vigor
The strings...

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