Best Disengaging Poems
Once I had a girlfriend and ex-wife.
Two ladies at the same time in life,
Mistake I made this day.
Not proud in anyway.
First mistake, second retake in strife,
Girlfriend I gave flowers for the day.
Ex-wife and I married, oui evay,
Messed up my life again,
Not knowing where I’d been.
Girlfriend forlorn, wrong card I did play.
Ex-wife left me, I got just deserts.
Got what I deserved for all my flirts.
Valentine’s Day, bad karma,
Cupid dealt me, my dharma,
Disengaging me of all subverts.
Written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name Valentine's Day Limerick
Categories:
disengaging, introspection, life, lost love,
Form:
Limerick
Encapsulated, trapped,
energy reserves tapped,
vitality gone, sapped,
lost, though we penned our own map.
From the wings we watch, raging,
at the play they are staging,
we attempt disengaging,
meanwhile gracelessly aging.
Snow is building on the roof,
we believe, but have no proof,
grimly pondering lost youth,
children deafened to the truth.
Watch the fire as it dies,
astonishing, how time flies,
yesterday, sang lullabies,
tomorrow gone, with a sigh.
Categories:
disengaging, introspection, life, time
Form:
Rhyme
I remember when and how it all started..
On when, it was few months ago we chatted..
On how, along a thousands of strangers our ways threaded..
Now, you keep wandering in my mind..
A dreamlike statutes, you and I shared thoughts...
Of yesterdays, we thrive and forwardly fought..
Of tomorrows, we aspire and sought..
You keep wandering in my mind...
For sometime, we agree to a rendezvouz..
Although unsure, if we win or lose..
Yet, uncaringly we did paving way for us to boost..
You keep wandering in my mind..
Towering me by your otward heights..
Disengaging me in a conversation flight..
Like a colorful dancing kite in the sky..
You keep wandering in my mind..
Few months from now, I will go..
To my heart, to my humble home..
Will you come follow me or call me by phone?
You keep wandering in my mind. .
by: olive_eloi
3:41pm
24/10/2013
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Categories:
disengaging, absence, beautiful, care, desire,
Form:
Romanticism
Hand in hand they stand
On the edge of tomorrow
Leaving the baggages behind
Buried in a heap of broken dreams
Interrupted aspirations
That kept them chained captives
Disengaging the doubts and fears
Exploring new horizons
Hand in hand they stand
Forging a genuine friendship
Released by the magic of time
In whose keeping lies the key
That opens and shuts all doors
Answering only to its guardian
Who prescribes the course of men
Fulfilling his plans throughout the ages
Categories:
disengaging, friendship, love, time
Form:
Free verse
With keen eyes, I follow July’s evening
Spread its blended palette of amber tints,
Of varnish 'midst interlude of showers
That I enter into nature's mystique;
Before me— an avian carousal
A radiant skyscape where nightingales
And jays reel from warmth of moonlight, aflame
Circling within rare space of equinox:
Birds' flights slowly disengaging for now
From interludes of pewter pewter dew.
First place
Categories:
disengaging, bird, july,
Form:
Free verse
Up the shore the rhythmic tide strides.
Twice a day, the army marches in succumbing.
Then retreats, tail between its legs, discharging
Its grip and flooding embrace, releasing, disengaging,
It's ebb and flow, a never-ending sleep-breath sigh.
The tide's hidden master and conductor is the moon.
A general seldom seen leading the troops on the battlefield
Rending the tide as irresponsible, willful and unaccountable.
A creature wail-fully uncaring, inconsiderate, wayward in consequence.
In the woe betide comes, seeping into the castle moats and holes dug by kids
Flushing away the fun of seashore frolics,
dampening the joy and the shrill of beach laughter
reminding us that there has to be a morning after,
After the coming,
someone, not me
has to
clean up
the
mess
and ebb
to bed.
Categories:
disengaging, ocean, time,
Form:
Personification
In the 80’s I first learned of Assertive Training
My husband thought it would do me some good.
I laughed myself silly
As the teacher explained things.
If someone tries to put you down, you say this.
If a person tries to hurt you, you do that.
Tears were coming out of my eyes now;
I was shaking with stupid laughter.
Clearly uncomfortable.
This room was full of diffident, hesitant, deferring humans.
When they came up front to act out a scenario given by teacher,
You could barely hear them.
Whispery voices
Fervent glances.
Shy, quiet, skittish.
Win-win was our goal.
We were to say and do what we needed
No one received any praise, lots of criticism though.
Teacher clearly did not understand win-win.
I do not work well under these conditions.
We took turns acting out scenarios given by the teacher.
“You’re being aggressive!” the teacher would say to me sternly.
“You are both supposed to win,” she would caution me.
Being a warrior woman, I had trouble disengaging
My foot from her neck.
Before I left.
Categories:
disengaging, abuse, bullying, how i
Form:
Free verse
My road to hell began with good intention,
Floating up then crashing down more times than I can mention.
Tripping through time in a parallel space,
The scars of my life reflect upon my face.
Mistakes interwoven with guilt and shame,
I’d justify it all, but there’s no one left to blame.
A path of wreckage trails behind me in my wake,
I smile and nod but it’s all so fake.
Disengaging from the world, I tremble at the thought
‘Cause space can’t heal what time has brought.
Overwhelmed by the tashkent depleted from the guilt,
Love cant’ always climb the mountain dope has built.
Mending from one, another takes ahold,
I watch my pass so I take heed as things unfold.
One straight shot is all you need tom play the game,
But the voices in my head till call me by my name.
Stubborn and cold, like a frozen shoulder,
In the closet of my mind; on a shelf in a folder.
Rising on up like a Phoenix from the ashes,
I’ll ride the wave of freedom ‘til the buzz inside me crashes.
I’ve been shown a door and got to peer into my passion.
Fleeting but stable in its’ own unique fashion.
Rounding the corner, approaching the gate,
Diligent and solid; redirecting my own fate.
Categories:
disengaging, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme
In a world that rushes,
we step back,
disengaging from the flow
to observe, to reflect,
often choosing not to engage,
but to understand.
We, the outsiders,
interestingly disinterested,
bring a different lens,
a quiet strength,
contributing in ways unseen,
yet profoundly felt.
For the world needs us,
those who walk alone,
to bridge the gaps,
to offer new perspectives,
to remind the world
of the beauty in stepping back.
Categories:
disengaging, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
The prophecy came true in the swamplands
She rose from the bowels of an alligator’s belly
Disengaging herself with the hands of a sorcerer
Those who saw were struck as if by lightning
She was confident and unhurried as predicted
The storms are coming for sure, an old timer said
Alligator wrestlers rose from the bottom of the swamp
Following their queen through the jungles toward town
She is coming! Some of the less fearful were screaming.
The town began to shutter itself. Storm Ali was here!
Categories:
disengaging, storm,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Give me space
I want to disappear
I’m purposely invisible
There’s nothing to see here
Allow my disconnection
As I'm guarded and afraid
My boundaries have been set
Don't approach my barricade
Packing and triggered
Examining my impurities
I turn my weapons inward
and unload insecurities
All of my “not good enoughs”
Fire off round by round
Stinging as they strike
I’m left hollow on the ground
I wait to be discovered
Isolated by my own refrain
I’m suffering in solace
because I should have shared my pain
I concealed my weaknesses
and hid all my frustration
Disengaging from a remedy
Through self-incarceration
The only way to heal
is not to go unharmed
but to inspire others
by living life unarmed
Categories:
disengaging, conflict, death, depression, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
At the dead end of broken road, losing hope
my introspecting mind took a disengaging view
of life wandering in wasteland, trying to cope
with trying times to reach the destination new.
I heard someone from within say, explore around,
acquiesce with the searing surge of dormant desire.
So, travelling across the landscape of life I found
you in dew-drenched meadow donning spring attire.
Trailing your footprints I traced a new pathway,
while the rising sun splashed colors on your face,
enticing me to see the tinge of first love on display,
in the arms of yearning we were locked in embrace.
I lifted my buoyant mind from the craving debris,
when the ordained time came for me to depart.
I then knew where my life would be taking me
as I would walk away with my hand on my heart.
October 15, 2021
Rhyme checked at Rhymezone.com
Contest : With My Hand On My Heart
Sponsor : Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
disengaging, emotions, love,
Form:
Rhyme
disengaging
before
the truth slips out
posted on July 27, 2018
Categories:
disengaging, angst, silence, spoken word,
Form:
Senryu
As if startled awake
from fitfull sleep
Of dreams both cartoonish
Yet with meaning deep
My life having passed
as this very repose
A young woman
Now grand dame all as I dozed
For I must have been asleep
At the wheel
Alternately engaging
disengaging at will
One eightying along I sped through my life seventh decade now coming to pass
How will I cram in
All this life left to live before I run out of gas
Hey you young motorist
Yes I'm talking to you
I once thought of myself
As Immortal too
One day you'll arrive here as
Sure as night follows day
So listen to the words
I am moved to say
Make it count slay regret at its birth
Live fully and thoughtfully for all that your worth
To arrive at destination (well done)
Categories:
disengaging, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
If now is your time
in this final threshold
between life
and death,
then this is our passion time,
remembered past
torn from imaged future.
I cannot bear this burden
this loss
this relinquishment of relationship
in which wealth fully invests
in knowing
and growing our love
together.
If now is our time,
I would accompany you
embrace you
full bodied
with these emphatic tears
of sad
sacred gratitude
for all we have been
togathering.
Not needing,
in this transition,
to bear tomorrow's weight
adjusting to a crippling hole
in my holy heart,
gaping mind,
useless body
unable to touch you
with voice
and impassioned loving choice.
If now is your time
to depart,
then we leave together
as far as our compassionate bodies
our co-emphatic minds
can yet embrace
this eternal
reverent severance space
Slow dancing,
soft breathing
in-between silent mortal dusk
and immortal dawn
of disembodied love
Becoming, already,
and much too soon,
some new emergent rebirth
of divine memories
within
As without,
touched by grace
written across each face
in which I may search
for your cherished trace
of reconnection
to this soulful time
and transition place
Interceding prayers
between daylight's empowering life
and twilight's disengaging death
apart.
Categories:
disengaging, death, grief, life, light,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum