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...

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like a dog with a bone,
 I
    threw  
              the 
                 ...

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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...

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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...

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Thwarting sanguine wars
The mountain did spawn a mouse-
Trifling frustration....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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"If we allow a deranged mind to control the course of human destiny,

         then we become executioners in the annihilation of human dignity"

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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...

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