Best Disillusion Poems
THE CYNICISM OF DISILLUSION or Perhaps Hamlet was right.
Disillusion frames the drama of our lives
As we lurch through props and sets with pratfalls tripped
Wood Pigeon soars to self applause and then subsides
Fine woven fabric inadvertently is ripped
Why essay to climb the peak, perchance the ending
Where demise succeeds your rise, while descending
16 February 2019
I really loved it when
I had that bubbly youthful nature
I’d wake up enthusiastic
Hopeful for what each day would bring
Years of disillusionment pecked away
And eroded that bright fragile shell
It’s most unfortunate because
It was so unequivocally uplifting
That smile on my face seemed permanent
As much as that fresh sense of joy and hope
Exuding from my guileless heart
To this day I wonder
Why being so positive and happy
Got on people’s nerves
It seemed they needed to knock
Me down a peg or two
How very sad that they so managed
To defeat my childlike awe
Now it seems almost an impossible task
To undo their vile malevolent undoing
But I am determined to keep trying
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I hate this world I'm living in
I hate it to the core
I hate this world I'm living in
Can't take it anymore
The hate that sparks a genocide
Does anybody care?
The theft, the lies, the cover up
Is there much more to bear?
I hate this world I'm living in
A place where children die
Abused, neglected, underfed
The world stands idly by
I hate this world I'm living in
The constant threat of war
I hate this world I'm living in
Where is that exist door?
I hate the trafficking of souls
Who are in desperate need
I hate the leaders who are blind
By power and by greed
I hate this world I'm living in
Where animals are killed
For sport or just for appetite
My cup of wrath is filled
I hate this world I'm living in
Where sex is monitized
I hate this world I'm living in
Deceit's been digitized
And yes there are some happy times
Where sun shines through the rain
These fleeting moments are so few
The residue is pain
I hate this world I'm living in
And though I rant and rave
It will not change a single thing
I have no strength to save
And so I struggle through each day
See nightmares every each night
Please make for me a world in which
The darkness turns to light
Eileen Manassian
like a dog with a bone,
I
threw
the
first
stone
burning rage grew deep within
yelling and crying like
sin
explosive curses
-so uncool-
stomping and acting like a
damn fool
burning
==bridges==
with her
cool and calm like water…
was the scared face
of
my
daughter
running on
...
...
guilt
needing a swift
boot in the
rear
for
'Mother of the Year'
Sorrow weeps, small happiness creeps
Remorse afloat, in my silk coat
Emptiness appears, silence leers
Fading shadow, far below
Begging forgiveness, lots of emptiness............
Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song of despair, not knowing I care
Tears grabbing, hands jabbing
Wisps of cries, light up the sky..............
Eyes pleading, heart bleeding
Passion is no more, try to ignore
Breath held, try to expel
Life is gone, not so brawn............
Holding lifeless, so breathless
Sobs of redemption, seize upon preemption
Full fledged devastation, marks no exemption
Temptress aching, no remaking.......
The Disillusion Oh Me....
Brooke Dylan 2014
3/1/2016
A drink in my hand on the night that just begin
Disillusion from this reality by an unmended heart
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night
Taken by the beauty , drawn in by the moonlight
Was is all a lies , was my love come up short
A drink in my hand on the night that just begin
Time froze still as a simple three words would change the night
In this generation what i hold dear is nothing more than sport
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night
What once was is coming to an end as fast approach was midnight
Intoxicated by the air or was is the alcohol none can tell apart
A drink in my hand on the night that just begin
In this shaken and distorted world my only hope is to find the light
The alluring scent capture being as the night slowly depart
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night
Like a fleeting dream,overwhelm with sense of peace by daylight
Tell me how all of this work in this world it broken let restart
A drink in my hand on the night that just begin
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night
I just want to cry out like I mean something,
Run through the night of a snapped shut street,
Outside the houses where the people sleep,
Pouring out all the bored mediocrity
Into the sieve of their massacred dreams.
I want to have you like someone has genius;
I want to pin you open and see how you breathe.
I want to disappear into something eternal;
I want to laugh at death’s futility.
My dearest, finite never scared me.
I want so many things, none of them concrete.
All of these people that don’t mean a thing;
You just stand there and make them obsolete.
You might as well be the last of everything.
As for me?
Unimpressed with what life turned out to be:
Expendable;
Exactly what it seemed.
If you weren’t so beautiful I might not even like you.
Isn’t it a shame?
Everything is so stupid and I can hardly utter your name.
Things are no longer same;
I’ve loved you since the very first day.
Thwarting sanguine wars
The mountain did spawn a mouse-
Trifling frustration.
"If we allow a deranged mind to control the course of human destiny,
then we become executioners in the annihilation of human dignity"
-by author-
Dejection
Collective yearning inconsolably questing tranquility
races toward stratosphere
Blinding flashes sculpted shadows of lifeless entities
on melted walls everywhere
Mind focused on the obscure contours of ominous rain clouds
solemnly disengages
Upon nameless faces dire consequences unexpectedly surface
on the distinct edges
Eyes gazing overhead apprehensively acceding to portended
unendurable emotions
Fears and the tears of dejection watched the sun dissolve
beyond darkened horizons
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***The unfathomable depth of despair after a nuclear war nightmare***
-by author-
Penned: 09/10/2014
Cabin 1939
Aboard Cruise Liner:
"Splendour of the Seas"
Mykonos, Greece
My confusion
And my disillusion
Sheds no blood but my own
My secrets
My regrets
everything I have never shown
My apathy
And atrophy
Takes away all light
My weakness
And meekness
Takes away any fight
My lying
And dying
Burns through me
My love and care
Through so much to bear
If only you could ever see.
The wet snow becomes slush,
and turning into rain...
makes all the pines weep
as people in grief.
Long barges glide
like gondolas
in Venice,
but no song
is sung
today
to
love.
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Huge Dreaming Body
This huge dreaming body, spanning two
continents, clothed in rags of prairie grasses,
cloaked in folded ranges, chained in mega malls,
this huge body our America has stumbled,
fallen to her knees in mud and water,
caustic chemicals and filth. Where salmon
once swam, she flounders in shallows.
Where is solid ground? Levies have failed,
dams have collapsed, floods drown all sense.
Her huge body half asleep, lulled by electronic
buzzing in her ears, will she awaken,
doll glass eyes snap open, struggle
to pull her sorry self out of the mire?
Crawling on her belly, she faintly hears fragments
of birdsong, inhales a memory of how she,
America, once stood crowned in clouds,
buffeted by sea winds. Once dared
to be humble and tall.
Peggy Brightman
(c) 10/30/17
ILLUSION AND DISILLUSION
In a tv show I remember well
Called “Have Gun, Will Travel”
Richard Boone was the good guy hero,
Like Carradine’s Kung fu with Master Po.
In English tv’s “The Equalizer”, we
Had same thing, but with cups of tea.
Dunno if it’s just me or what,
But today kids don’t get to see a plot
Where a thinking non-violent
Guy can fix problems as a knight-errant,
And obey all reasonable laws,
And ask little reward or applause.
Now it’s bling and cash and save your hide:
Our tv shows kids that life’s a free ride.
Gotta be a better way for young minds
To learn to be selfless and kind.
We need a Paladin in each kid’s life
To show how to cope with strife.
Soft-spoken, big-stick kinda guy. . . .
Or did they all lay down and die?
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The fluffy snow melts slowly,
its whiteness is stunning...
and turning into torrents of rain,
it sets grief on people's faces!
Passing sails are a delight to see,
but the anchored gondolas grieve,
they miss lovers who sang arias;
can sunset change the air of sobriety
and offer dreamers some real hope?
No, gladness is not found here!
Smiles are not influenced by emotions,
seeing the gleaming snow becoming slush
and flowing faster than rivers is even sadder;
all roofs drip, no cooing pigeons greet tourists:
Venice itself weeps surrounded by its splendor!
What are the measures of success?
What makes one stand on high?
Is it money in excess
With the power that money can buy?
Is it the social standing
Of being known by one and all?
Is it your power of commanding?
Or lording it over one and all?
Is it getting a promotion?
Or having the means to promote?
Or oratorically create a commotion?
Or having time to spirituality to devote?
Is it freedom to indulge in frank-speak
And ne'er be cowed down by others?
Is it the time when you stop to seek
And become a keeper of thy brother?
None of the above is a reality
It’s all a great big sham!
Peace unto oneself speaks of quality,
A realization of I am what I am!