Best Disillusionment Poems
We long for relationships
that know no borders,
in which hearts can roam free,
frolicking with each other,
and galloping at will
through fields and streams
in broad daylight,
and spontaneous affections
can nuzzle unrestrained.
Yet on our humble ranch,
it is the broken horses
that we so often ride.
Connections become curtailed
that once headed for the horizon,
by trial and error taught
to shield certain wounds
and mind necessary fences,
in many a peculiar pasture.
We are victims
Tied with common fetters
Loosed in thoughts of varied choices and desires
Loosely searching to make ends meet:
The meeting at this spot,
Either to go or stay, is a choice.
We are victims
Of the policies of pain
Emitted to drive us crazy,
We are on the street , though not crazy.
Destroying our common patrimony.
In futility, our sweat squeezed and
Mixed with our hot blood,
Spilled on the street’
The rampage against the policies that police our lives.
We are victims
Caught in the web
Of a cruel nation
Piloted by scoundrels
The apostles of destruction
Who roused our emotions,
Taking the only broken cup
Left for us to scoop
The dirty water in the pond:
The beggar’s choice!
Out of pain, we have heaped mud
To cover the pond.
Yes, we are victims.
Our pain boldly inscribed on our skin
Our thick skin, the archive of servitude .
And every effort to initiate freedom,
The beginning of futility.
We are pushed to the wall,
The dog must bark.
While it barks,
Its kennel is sacred.
Let us not destroy each other, our lots and more.
Let us not engage the street to loot,
Though we remonstrate ,
Let’s not pull down our commonwealth,
The acreages of government,
They belong to us.
We are victims of a beautiful nation stressed with stench politicking.
Caught up in the shadowy,
Silhouettes dancing, trembling
Like wings in breathless
Whispers, erasing all the fearless
Memories, blending worry
With confusion, desperation
Despair and sin’s onslaught stirring
Anxiety, stalking the heart like
Burdens and struggles, troubling
Even the light that remains,
Where history portrays the limits
Restricting prayers, praise, portions
Fragments of the heart’s faith,
Hope lifted to the skies who hemorrhage
Like stardust doubts falling, shadowy,
Reflecting the glistening promises
Destiny calling like the mystery
Anonymous glimmering in the heavens,
Wiping away the way it seems,
Replacing the moments with memories,
Hurrying life with a sense of relief
Knowing that this is the grace,
Bringing awake the gentling faith
Darkness surrounds my spirit
Bringing with it the sound of fear,
The desperation and dread, the doubt
Dooming my spirit to listening
Beneath the hope, silence
Explaining away the music, the dream
The beautiful that pleads with me
Believe, believe, believe – nothing
Lives there in the shadowy suspicions,
The reservations and misgivings
Are only memories who know that
When I believe -there is victory
The shadows become moments
Pleasant flashes of feeling,
Enthusiastic and blessing me
So I believe and in the believing
Discover my hearts reason for being,
My soul’s reason for achieving,
My life’s reason for bringing the feelings
The beautiful, the blessings –
Into the light, where I can see
There is more splendor in my heart
When I let the shadowy places melt away
Delighting in the presence, the love
Of One who created me to always pray
For the chance to know, to believe
With a heart that never doubts or despairs,
A soul that imagines only the goodness
Found in the presence of His grace…
With faith, the shadowy sadness
Fell away and I know what it is to say –
Love never fades, never fails – never
Flees – it is forever, like the King of Kings!
Writing Challenge - 'S' Words, Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word: 2.shadowy
April 8, 2023
In the 3rd Stage of Disillusionment
A meiquin may say things to make you smile
As you enter the false comfort zone she comprimises you
The receptors in your brain are becoming incoherent and you believe her lies
As men stalk men in a womans words
As she tells her sister
"The devil always wants what's mine"
And the Orchestration she is in control of
This plight of Live, laugh, and love she believes so much in
It's quite certain
The biggest steps are _ the ones you take when you fall down
And she falls and she likes to be lifted up
And I have survive the sword
And when she pled silently
I never resisted her cry for help
D iscovering the cold hearted truth, that
I nnocence is the same as
S tupidity
I ncarcerating your dreams as you
L earn that nothing is as it appears
L ife is never what it seems
U nderstanding reality is
S omething we all learn the hard way
I n a world where
O nce chance is given and another taken away
N ever again wanting to fantasise you
M ove away from what you once believed
E nduring the self pity that you feel
N ever daring to tell a soul
T hat once again your dreams have been shattered
In Shallow Hours, graves are dug
By words morose,
Their hollow powers seem mundane,
But are much worse.
Being Lonely in a crowded room,
With empty words
Muttered by survivors;
Whose frosty breath in time,
With second hand,
Will still ones heart with breach of mind
From gestures grand;
So gentle souls as we,
Will speak no more about it.
This too shall pass as melancholy.
Whispered mischief of the gods;
The poisoned fruit of folly.
As seasons run their course;
Whose touch so coarse,
Flow unrefined.
A baking of our Maker's choice,
Upon which we have dined.
Too many courses chose
Again, the Blackened Rose.
Life without salience
For such as those.
Naked She,
No longer seductress,
Temptress to youth
Our lives attempt atone.
Experienced eyes, now show revealed;
A Harlot to the bone.
What drug could so impair?
What game be more unfair?
What beauty in beholder's eye,
Less rare?
False Gods flail.
Chariot wheels on ipad screens
In most minute detail.
Now kiss your new God
Soft upon His cheek
And in a moment, through Alexa,
He may speak.
watching semi-nightly from the banister above,
I'd catch the old man sitting,
rustling his newspapers and drinking cups of joe,
sipped on black and steaming hot,
with eyes of deer, determined and disinterested.
without as much a hint to a smile or a frown,
his long night shift seemed endless and without event.
reading mysteries and romances,
and crosswords were a breeze.
sometimes he would pace quickly,
in the lobby down below,
secret whisperings and mutters turned to stifled shouts.
then once he gave one last look to his nightly home,
it's yellow lamps and carpet,
intentionally uncomfortable chairs,
and the lone and creaky floorboard by his vintage desk.
forcing open the elevator door,
he stood beneath for hours,
until the sun had risen and a beautiful day had started.
my neighbors missed their breakfast,
for the lift seemed to have become stuck,
two feet below the bottom floor.
Wings cut, flesh torn, eyes burned and blind
Heart so weary borne upon a life, some say, unkind.
Time will come and go, knowledge gained or lost;
Rivers change their flow; summers die in frost
All that’s proud and full of fury in each person’s story
Sunk beneath the fathoms of depressions veil.
We humans sought to reawaken, but did fail.
I will write a word or two about a pear that clings
Frosty morning air anew, as summer wanes.
When autumn sings I shall turn the other cheek,
Jot some mental notes and such then turn to sneak a peek,
Were it not for noise, I would not glance back
Nor halt to hear the frantic fray; to enter then this play.
Character cast, twice remove; something by each side to prove.
Lyrically lay with lantern lit, composing each and all of it
In metaphoric style; lost of wit, but never wile;
I fracture to repeat, upturned sockets sweet.
Sumptuous undertaking of loved and all beloved;
Splendor in the Eye for taking all whom I may meet.
Hoping to move and by them all be moved.
No trouble here, noble poets burning.
Turn back to the fires you're tending.
And all that you’re unlearning.
Pass up the gauntlet to those returning
No more yearning; no more ending.
Satisfied to write the wilting flowers praise;
Documenting endlessly, natures endless days.
Casual observer thus inclined
To take up simple pen - of simple mind;
Talk of flowers and butterflies flying
Then maybe the flutter of wings
Will drown the sound of dying
Each voice sings..
Oh my god
Everything you say is stupid
Vacant and unproductive
Vapid
Gridlock lockjaw jawbone bones to pick
Pick and choose and choose your battles
Battling everyone
Choking on their bitter words
Empathy is so absurd
Round them all up into herds
Round them all up into herds
Explanation is futile
Give an inch and take a mile
They’ll just stay here for a while
They’ll just stay here for a while
Everybody is a killer
Everybody is a filler
Everybody is so useless
Everybody is Confucius
Everybody is redundant
Everybody is abundant
Everybody likes to lie
Everybody needs to die
Now nobody is a human
Only breathing and consuming’
Minds unthinking and assumin’
Bigger sticks for bigger boomin’
Spitting out the spoon of spice
Crunching on the crushing ice
Take a break and take your leave
Push and shove and pant and heave
Everybody loves to hate
Your thoughts are rude
Your words they grate
Everybody loves to eat
Everybody loves to cheat
Everybody loves to fight
And no one here
Is ever right
Everybody loves to yell
Everybody loves to tell
Everybody loves to talk
Everything
Is dry as chalk
Nothing matters anymore
Exit now and close the door
Hit your head on the way out
Chip a tooth and break your snout
Bring your thoughts to Jesus
Let Him silence all your doubts
Place your faith in His kindness
He is filled with mercy and hope
Allow Him to encourage your heart
With His grace, His joy, His peace
Feel the warmth of His gentle way
Healing all your worries and pains
Bring your yearnings to Jesus
Let Him fill you up with assurance
That love found in His presence
Is love that can destroy all mistrust
Freeing the soul from its past sins
Reassuring the light will shine again
Giving the seeker a second chance
To quiet all fears and wipe all tears
With the love that is forever awing
Bring your wars to this Jesus
Let Him know how you truly feel
Know that His love can destroy
All the darkness that shadows
The world with destruction, dismay
Despair that disgraces every chance
You are given to love unconditionally
With a heart and soul who believes
This Jesus fills the humble heart
With unending peace and serenity
Bring your worries, your discouragement
To the king of kings, the maker of dreams
The light of the world, the keeper of hope
Allow Him to show you the way to discover
A peace that is alive, like a fire inside,
Healing all the sorrow and revealing wonders
Alive inside the one who knows He is…
The answer to every prayer, the giver of life
The whisper of grace fulfilling our faith
With a love that comes alive on the inside
Of the one who knows that this light He shines
Is a light that will destroy all hate or loathing
Bringing kindness out of the shadows of aversion
Reminding the heart that His love is alive
And it is thriving inside the one who loves Him
Bring your battles to the One who knows the heart
And fills up the soul with the strength it needs
To end all war with a love that heals every wound!
World Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
March 7, 2022
A lovely laugh
Sadly passed
Left, but
Time goes on.
I walked in Draper Park
Saw a family at a table, heard a dog bark
"Ernie's friendly," said the Mommy, "he won't bite"
A large goofy dog came at me, seemed alright.
Ernie growled, maybe because I smelled of beer
Or maybe because I didn't let him sniff my rear
But in Ernie's genes, a wolf pack in the night
from pet to threat, he transformed in plain sight
I sprinted to my car, I could read Ernie's mind
But Ernie wasn't far behind
Like a cheetah on the chase, he covered the ground
Ernie became Cerberus of Hades, that mythical hound
I made it to the car, Ernie's owner looked aghast
She said "he can sense personality; did you have a criminal past?
I said "I volunteer at homeless shelters; I clean up hikers' trails
I donate to museums, never been in any jails."
The lady still looked at me as if I was to blame
Maybe people aren't rational, don't want to feel shame
It got me thinking, maybe all I've believed ain't true
Ernie really bites, maybe 4 ain't 2 and 2?
The told me in kindergarten that we can be any gender
And if we say we're not racist, we must be a pretender
Under Hamas rule, they assured, Palestine will be free
And under Kamala rule, we'll still have an economy
They warned we're in a patriarchy and must see the light.
Can I be sure that's all true, and that Ernie won't bite?
So now I live off the grid, on a houseboat,
I read what the great philosophers wrote
I prefer quiet waves, the seashore light
I left humans behind, because I got such a fright
The day that I found out that Ernie does bite.
When we think we know, sure we are to fall
And trip and flip and drop the ball
Our knowledge nature writes off as a myth
And ado over what’s at best small.
Here, stunned, sit I, Illusions fading
reality, not really, changing
veil removed from beguiled eyes
avoiding all the masses cries;
discovered I a plot so cold
the mission now it shall unfold
dark Sirius shadows golden orb
sinister beings our secrets probe
within the deepest realms of Earth
dark web lurking no time for mirth
Light to bring, expose dark truth
of shadow realm 'neath radar lurks
of men corrupt who'd rule the world
subject Adam into their fold
no longer cloaked in sheepskin white
these Wolves plot evil in the night
it's time for us to make a fuss
lest, while Shepherd sleeps, they ravage us...
gasping for fresh air
amid shades of darkest night
praying for comfort
~
knowing embraces
soft whispers of affection
yearnings for relief
~
melancholy tears
flow longingly, whispering
for peace that eases
~
heartfelt tenderness
touches my spirit with grace
giving way to faith
~
phenomenal hope
enchants and inspires wisdom
slow breaths of solace
STRAND completely new (12) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
July 22, 2020