Best Disfunctional Poems
A world changes course
expelling the good grim reaper
twisted joke
entering this forbidden zone
called democracy
Careless acts of violence black and white
mothers burying their children
so much tears soak the very grounds
salt of this earth
where moral order breaks down
in societies failure
A bad replacement shapeshifting demons rule
Where no longer they care about peoples suffering
removing God's teachings from schools
so our forefathers died in vain blood of our ancestors
Taking away human rights
amnesty international laugh a minute
lawless democracies without proper vision
killing without just cause tyrants bragging ill will
Without facing the justice of all lands
Murder is murder so says the judge above all
stealing is robbing without deeds aquired
laid down by the Lord on stone himself
We all know its the devil's playground now
Darkness of your souls reek with many lies told
When fancy coated words fall out vomit
from the mouths who ware suits
As that is a trademark
of the biggest robbers there is
Stealing even by stealth or forced to ground
poisionous morals killing the seed of truth
sewn from the garden of lust dark or light
Open your eyes blind beggars of hell
disfunctional greedy merchants and war criminals
alike you all sign a pact together like wolves
we see the suffering and torment of your weapons
tipped with poison blaming everyone but yourselves
Creating hate through your neverending violence
amongst the innocent victims raped of everything
God be merciful unto your rotten souls
Damning the victims with your pride filled agendas
we all become victims if we sit without a voice listen pride
Peace is the way forward that looks above and beyond
stand down dark spirits your lust knows no bounds
drunken with greed
Light of our saviour will come
one day supreme commander
I will kneel to the creator
When this earth goes into darkness again
we need to pray for salvation
no longer do we walk
but stumble in the pathway
of his loving ways
Rock of faith we stand strong
for our childrens sake
to give them a future generation
Mercy shake hands
make Eden beautiful again
The signs are coming to pass
to celebrate the happiness and joy
Heaven above the angels will sing
Categories:
disfunctional, angel, blessing, dark, deep,
Form:
Narrative
"Radio"
Snippets of classic jingles ring diabolically in our brain
Converging good tunes for bad products
Their repetitive nature send shoots rattling and ringing
Over and over again, gee, have a little music with you commercials!
Morning shows ruled by the man/child
With bleeps and buzzers assisted by stupid honks
The horns that we hear on the road are secondary to this drivel
All good things must come to an end, but the bad things seem to live forever
Prattle comes to propose what they got is better
While their mothers actually cringe from embarrassment
Sensationalism is at its best as we hear it with frequency
Why can't they shut their damn clap traps!
Sipping our coffee, listening to the latest and greatest
Please hit me upside the head, yes, that's what I said
As DJ's can't play it enough, they are broken records
Or Disfunctional Jerks
The AM propagandists scrabble for words as well
Floundering for babble their mouths never go static
It's shameful to hear such political trash, too often recycled
Influential to the old folks who want to vote every day
I thought in many years of past, the radio was supposed to be harmonious
Giving choice singers the chance to put out euphonies
And pieces of dreamy pleasures in classical, operatic and such
Pianos in pianissimo, to revel in the somnorific sweets of Chopin
All I here nowadays is a bell
The one that tolls for them to stop
Because chatter and blather rule the air waves
I turn the radio off
Categories:
disfunctional, slam,
Form:
Free verse
The curfew of the liver - long gone.
The crowd - drunk, delusional, blank.
We were driving, standing still or worse -
both at the same time.
Howl time, bone time, penetration time
ticking slowly in shadows' breaths.
The war will never be over and
we finally get it.
A soul transplant,
an euthanasia of disfunctional dreams.
Do you still hear the crowd?
These mechanic voices of your mothers.
They whisper:
Shoot.
Categories:
disfunctional, lost, social, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
The dreaded day of the family meeting arrived
Elder planning, liquidating assets and dispersing 84 years of belongings
Excuses, postponing, manipulations, whining and reasonings--
Valid each and present
Partners in crime, codependent family structure with high disfunctional
communicaton skills, L-O-V-E spelled out many times like the sword of truth
and breastplate of righteousness.
Words were pitched and hurled then stroked like a fine persian cat with silken fur.
At the end of the day, with the word pile left in the floor like discarded dung; I
tucked my tail and departed. I hope against all odds that tomorrow will be a better
day and the grim reality of lost freedom will be swallowed with honey and accepted.
Instead of preparing for battle with gloves and sword. Until the stretched car takes
you away, be peaceful my love, L-O-V-E, spelled with emphasis on the OH OH.
My freedom is going quickly, along with my parents freedoms to chose and plan,
I will become responsible to see they get a bath, meals, medical care and to the
store. Will I have time for me?
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my words to sweep
Away from the bitter heep
I pray the lord my heart to keep!
Categories:
disfunctional, angst, familyfamily, family, freedom,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The Queens Bed
There's a certain symmetry in mis-shapes
A Correlation of zig zags
A pyramid of Mish mashery
Of Golden haberdashery
A prism geometry forgot
Disfunctional patterns
Of a Diamanté Zodiac
A Tessellating Mosaic
A crazy jigsaw of zany gems
Adorned the Queens four poster bed
A Crystalised Diadem
The perfect fit for her head
Categories:
disfunctional, fun, hilarious, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s easy for you to tell me about me
You can take a magnifying glass and see problems I don’t see
Within a breath you can summarize my life
You can tell me when I went left and I should have went right
Can you tell me about the times I couldn’t sleep at night?
Can you tell me about when I was being carried down the stairs that night?
Surely you can tell me how I woke up to my father hitting my mother in the head in the shower?
Do you know the date, time or hour?
I’m positive that you remember when my father attempted to ruin my 20th birthday so he wouldn’t have to give me a gift?
Or when he was by my house with his new girlfriend when my sister was in and out of consciousness
Surely you can explain why he took us to Daytona and only fed us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or beefaroni for a month
While we watched his girlfriend eat Wendy’s every day after work.
Or how he allowed another girlfriend to bully me over my belongings and my mother was my saving grace
If I was so cautious I would think that you weren’t aware of your actions
But you took the umbilical cord off my sister as an infant
You won’t even let your first great-grandchild be in your residence
You refuse to realize that you failed as a mother
You watered a seed in the concrete of a home lacking motherly love
You are so evil and twisted you never taught him how to love a woman
Let alone be an upright man and a husband
You taught him to be afraid of responsibility from the beginning
You taught him to hide like a coward when it doesn’t fit his interests
You took one of God’s creations and ripped the spine from the man
He follows you because without his devilish crutch he cannot stand
You walk around with your head above everyone else
Like no one deserves your presence as if it was a blessing
I pray that in death you will see your funeral
I pray you see the people who are happy that you are no more
I pray every evil thing that you’ve done haunts you on your death bed
I pray they take the form of the people you’ve hurt
You are NOT my grandmother.
You ma’am are lower than dirt.
Categories:
disfunctional, anger, evil, grandmother, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Even when people intentionally do,
I will look at it as God working through,
You take me, Lord, where you want me to be,
Having faith through circumstances for my eyes to see,
We can blame society over and over again,
For all the disfunctional things we can't understand,
We can pick and prod and point fingers all day,
We can push the blame and say they caused all our pain,
But here is the truth underneath all that disfunction,
Is that God will use anything for our hearts reconstruction,
the road blocks are merely a sign to slow down,
a construction of our reflection to what we have found,
of how to be, and how not to be,
teaching us all constantly,
when we forget, these are reminders,
it is Gods way of removing our blinders,
sometimes this must happen over and over,
to practice our hearts and keep us in motion,
in a society were we so easily forget,
when distractions detour us, he reminds us again,
pulling our hearts back to him to see how were being,
revealing his love through his eyes we are seeing.
Categories:
disfunctional, love,
Form:
Rhyme
They start you out with sips
and then they move to quarter cups
starting when you're little
but then it's never enough
pepsi as a drug.
All through your childhood
inching to the top of the cup
and when it finally gets there
you've switched; a glass to now fill up.
pepsi as a drug.
And from that glass a can;
a can of your very own
but still you eye that 20 ounce
to have the cap as your very own.
pepsi as a drug.
Soon a dependency forms
you need it to stay awake
you're chugging two liters three times a day
to end your parent's mistake.
pepsi as a drug.
You end up old and diabetic
disfunctional kidneys and liver
but still you love your pepsi
soon your body wont handle all that you deliver.
pepsi as a drug.
Categories:
disfunctional, funny, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Your sitting all alone waiting for your heart to
break.
Through trials and tribulations one seeks the power of
the most high cause one doesn't know how much more
one can take.
Alone in a dark hole,
disclosing all of your unforgetable woes.
Asking the question, Is this the life i chose? who knows.
For as the the outline of water, falls down off your
face,
You feel the core of empty space that hit's you hard and
raw in that loving place.
Pain,
Strain,
and no emotional gain play's at it's own
symbolic beat
Pressures of hidden treasures measures the timeline
in victory of it's own defeat
Turning pages of different rages only compounds into
disfunctional stages.
Seeing the shadows off reflection in the mirror looking
for hope,
Not wanting to see the true face,
When your trying to cope.
Tiffany Saxon
Categories:
disfunctional, sad,
Form:
ABC
I guess Im an old geezer, to me amazed by the first pocket calculator, but there
are a few words or phrases that I cannot stomach. They make me crazy (Like I
ain't crazy enough already) Anyway here they are;
Hi! I'm Billy Mays!! (blood pressure surges, fists are clenched, and words I'd
never say pour out of me)
Quality Time (get real!)
Bonding (you got the glue?)
Dot com (dot com this.....)
Blog...(is that english or a plumbing term?)
Politically incorrect (that's what God put politicians on earth to be; thieves......
Sensitivity(lost your sense of touch?)
Credit worthy (or, how much can we rip you off for?)
Soulmate (is that for blacks only?)
Liberators (invaders)
Military Intelligence (what an oxymoron)
New Jersey (don't seem so new to me- ever smell Elizabeth N.J.?)
Preemptive strike (invasion)
Male enhancer (what slimy level have we reached?)
Martial arts (paintings from Mars?)
Virgin Mother (no comment!)
Disfunctional ( what function are they 'dis'en?)
Moral standards (a bunch of bull shooters)
Erectial misfunctions (proves the law of gravity, anyway!)
Out of the Loop (where? In Chicago?- did I miss a stitch?)
Salt of the earth (so where's the pepper?)
I'll probably come up with more, and miss another night's sleep; but, oh, what the
heck! Chow
Categories:
disfunctional, education, funny, on writing
Form:
List
They are sister and brother,
Yet not quite the norm,
Suzie wants her doll,
And she'll keep ranting
long and loud,
Sometimes flying off the track,
Violence can erupt,
No way tp figure out, how and when,
She's a terror to handle,
This autistic child,
Seems only Rosie can do that,
the woman I love..
Tender words she does use.
Only my Rosie can calm her,
This poor lost troubled child,
Then there's Mikey,
Perhaps more peacful is he,
Just rocking back and forth,
Rocking so endlessly....
Maybe he's happy, in his own world,
At other times he can become more active,
And then the pain shows for all to see.
There are many others, in this clan, so seemingly cursed,
Deep, dark secrets of childhood sexual abuse,
By peripherial relatives dealing with their own phsychotic demons,
And, as almost always the case, Mama doesn't want to hear it,
The abusers Masquaraides too clever,
And all the others, all effected, insane brother,
Oft in jail,
troubled,pill dependent sister...
Another sister expecting to be poisoned daily,
So many people molded in pain, and in a disfunctional confusion.
The one Pillar of Strength is my Rosie...
From the sad day of her mother's death,
She has to ruled this insane mess.
As close to a "Mother Teresa'
That we'll ever see.
Categories:
disfunctional, adventure, angst, brother, caregiving,
Form:
Ballad
(Based on the TV show.)
This was a show about Malcolm who's a genius teen.
He had four brothers, a dad and a mom who's mean.
The parents were constantly angry at Reese.
He was a thug who didn't give them a minutes peace.
Francis was sent to military school just because he pierced his nose.
A lot of people laugh when they watch those shows.
Dewey and Jamie were the two youngest boys.
Watching this disfunctional family brings people lots of joy.
Malcolm worked at a grocery store and his mom did too.
He got his ___ kicked by a man on stilts, that was humiliating to go through.
I've spent many hours laughing at these people who are funny.
They had to star as messed up kids but at least they have money.
Categories:
disfunctional, father, funny, mother, mom,
Form:
Sticks and stones may break bones,
but words can wound much deeper
words from someone you love
can cut deeper than any others
words like toxic and disfunctional
can cut as painfully as razor wire
However, love is special, in that
it can also heal those wounds that
are inflicted, if forgiveness is sought
but until then, the wound will fester
if you let it, but I choose to treat it
with the healing salve of a mother's love
and bind it tight with love and understanding
Categories:
disfunctional, family, feelings, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
I feel like a freak of nature,
An odd-ball of the rarest sort,
Because I had a happy childhood,
And it seems somehow I am caught...
I've grown up naive, trusting, and other
bizarre things,
I have no frame of reference
for the misery life often brings...
This has become a bit of a dilemma
Cause I am set apart,
From the street wise horrors
And their breakings of the heart,
Oh, I would learn quite quickly,
Later on in life,
Just how the world is sickly,
Thanks to an abusive wife...
And my cherished family memories
Are what helps me to hang on,
And those friends of mine,
Who somehow are not gone...
So if you suffered from
a miserable childhood,
And I do not belittle it's effect,
There might be one tiny
bit of solace,
You were forged tough
In furnaces of hell,
And can carry on in life,
Better than I could ever tell.
Categories:
disfunctional, allegory, angst, family, health,
Form:
Free verse
On No. 9; "Lunatics get their kicks"
On No. 7; "Some would like to tie all the loose ends together"
On No.5; "Posieden" might be another moniker for a component clue. Bonus
clue; "Older persons might have an advantage"
And a comment to Sharon, re., her comments on "Disfunctional Happy Home".
Shar, you are 100% right. It was a foolish statement. If not a thing ever goes
right for me for the rest of my life, my happy childhood has nevertheless made
my life a major plus. I am ashamed of being so thoughtless. I only but wish all
children could have the same strong foundation that my parents gave me.
Thanks for the "wake-up call". You are the best....NOW go Off and Solve Some
QUIZZES< YOU SILLY GOOSE!!!
Categories:
disfunctional, angst, caregiving, childhood, confusion,
Form: