Best Disillusions Poems
You have read that one poem
Over morning coffee luke warm
Then there was another
You read that one too
I flaunted yet another in the cold
Three in one day
Seeking approval
Or at least my words to have sway
Yet
Like a dying a flower
Wilted
Wrinkled from the inside out
Floundering between reality and disillusions
The crashing of the empty wine bottle on the floor
Like the church bells in the village
Announcing the words that seek to run away
For many have read the poems
As I have opened the garden gate
My torment though marches on
For I now know deep deep down in the depth
Not a soul
Has yet to read
The poet
The graveyard is not so deep
I met a Hippie walking down the street.
She had long hair, big eyes.
Wide-bottomed trousers, orange-red,
Covered in an intricate pattern
Of strange designs, flapped round her feet
And from her shoulders over a flowered blouse
Hung a black satin something
With bright green frills on the edges.
From her neck dangled to her breast an emblem
In a circle – a unity of Love and Peace.
I passed by her and she glanced up.
I smiled...she smiled...and we moved on.
A smile can work wonders.
The couch and chairs were empty
And we sat comfortably on the carpet.
The candle threw an eerie light
Which came to nought in the depths
Of the room’s shadowy corners.
An odour of incense drifted around us
And a distorted candle flame
Was reflected in my cup of coffee.
We spoke of art, painting and poetry
Treading on the romantic,
Passing through hazes of religion:
A mixture of love, knowledge and mystery,
Probing into the eluding outlets of LSD,
The restful release of meditation,
The yearning of youth, disillusions of life,
The roots of joy and depression,
The understanding of oneself.
Smoke rose in bluish transparency.
The ring on her finger was big and it glimmered;
She opened a poetry book at random
And began reading from Tagore.
I was silent. Her voice was soft.
And when she stopped we said not a word.
There was no need – we both understood.
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Contest: Any Poem#22
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 4th
The distance growing
between us is cold
I've already mourned
you with out restrain
my heart an out pour
of disillusions now
magnified through
bitterness and rage.
I thought I'd love you
for the rest of my life
now I can only pray this
pain one day to subside.
Lines have been crossed
destroying everything I
once believed to be sacred
between us.
Let me go quietly don't
torment me through
meaningless outcries.
Just walk away don't say
another hurtful thing
Don't lend yourself to be
the executioner waiting to
cut the very thin thread thats
kept me alive.
One last thing I wish to tell you
before I say goodbye
when I said "I LOVE YOU" I truly
meant it now those words left on
my lips to die.
How could I be so careless with you?
Allowed my dreams to be expectations.
I loved you so much but now I have lost you.
To another’s arms I flew,
what were my intentions?
How could I be so careless with you?
She laughed and bid me adieu,
was I fooled by her fairy like tokens?
I loved you so much but now I have lost you.
Why could I not stay true?
All that is left, just disillusions,
How could I be so careless with you?
While I was alone my love blossomed anew
I think of you and my life sweetens
I loved you so much but now I have lost you.
Bus stop was the place where the intrigued eyes met
Romancing the atmosphere without uttering a single word
Enacting a introduction to two lonely strangers that feels
A calid embrace without touching any part of their skins
Taking away the fears and disillusions from the far past
Holding a desire that the magical moment lasts forever
Telling to the mind if it is a sweet dream or an actuality
Ablazing the emotions like a red lava volcano in eruption
Knowing that a decision should be made in a quick second
Inspiring the exchange of phone numbers to a future meeting
Navigating in unknown waters waiting to be further explored
Guaranteeing that the future holds a blissful union of two souls
For Breathtaking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Fourth Place
3-10-2016
The fading ancient sun casts long shadows before me,
as I shuffle slowly and sluggishly down asymmetrical lanes.
How age mellows me like ripe watermelon, squeezing me
until all my ambrosial juices run acidulously dry as dust.
Unsatisfied desire, mental torment and general malaise
conquer my better moods of love, devotion and quietude.
Straggling with widespread dishevelment and disillusions
I try in vain to set an orderly pattern to my straying aims,
hoping some guardian angel were to take my shaking hands
to lead me onwards steadily towards some well defined goal.
Mark my furrowed forehead, tap solidly at my potential energy
fill my withering wrinkles with some sense or empirical reasoning,
but at least give me one essential gift, that a grumbler I'll never be.
The shadows of doubt
May cover our thoughts;
Cover our sights;
Or ruin our dispositions
But the shade of truth hasn't lost its
Luminance that creeps and overruns
The mind from disillusions
And bring it forth into the lighter part of the dawn.
Confined in a nostalgia that is akin to a rhyme
With hope that is free but beyond one's reach
Like the wind that musses but can never be gripped
Nor be touched like a falling rain.
Seeking refuge to some childish imaginations;
Or fantasies and pure hallucinations.
With a never ending crave for happiness and consolation
That can only be catered by a friendship that never bends.
The force of the righteous is full of the misguided, a forsaken realm to which we're never invited. The gullible minds of weakness, led by their own obliqueness. "Take your children (Psalms) and thrash them about the sharp edged rocks"...Thus is one of the many reasons that I continually put forward these endless mocks. I can't believe that an all loving, all forgiving gOD cast down the suicide self, As well as the innocent smited children are molested, accused and abused torturers women, and those with mental health. Justified in disguise the light is not as holy as it seems. Consider them monstrous like the most horrific of dreams. They need to pay for their mistakes and quit using our souls as the stakes. Stop the infection, expel falsehood's, refuse the lie, accept it's contradiction and reject the reposed. Religions built on scriptures, with words that are 96% fictitious and written by man then juxtaposed. Fu*k me! I will not believe that the victims of the depressed and self-sufferers are to be condemned. All the while the predators and the profaned are running around free and 'forgiven', no I refuse to pretend. I will not lend a hand nor accept this malevolence as benevolence. Mine eyes cannot live inside this disbelief or believe and accept a King James version full on pretense. I could never have my own faith in this creation gOD, who is more evil than that of those so called "Satanist". When you lay down the holy and unholy bibles... The laws, the sins, the rules side by side. You to will be aghast that the supposed wicked have true morality, character, and pride in which to abide. Devastated that our lives are denied by dreams and disillusions, Some where in time we were misled straight into misinterpreted confusions.
In these long nights
I welcome sleep, yet I am
deprived of dreaming’s please, hindered
by hot thoughts and lack of comfort
strong drink and companionship; this eludes me
crystal goblets stained with palm prints
stand alone and empty around my easy chair
these relics are etched with a monogram
that cries out to eves of glory’s past
but unlike my pillows stained with sorrow’s tears
these can be cleaned and polished by the maid
in those moments, while dusk wanes and
I drift towards twilight’s throes my thought’s solace
should be under the stars and hunters moon
that accompanies my wounded soul’s remind
when in sleight of hand or upon slight
of imagination, sorrow’s deep stirs
emotion to release its rich and mysterious scent
what dares to stand and stop a good night’s sleep
to shear and rut those sheep without consent
and alter an uneventful count of odd and even numbers
races does the heart as one’s mind beats like thunder
why in the shadows does one ponder wonder?
and wallow alone in the darkness while wrestling
with body and mind to simply and seemingly fade away
and in the dimming ends of daylight a weakness comes
as I return to the slave I am, of empty nights
wrapped up in clean sheets; a sad and solitary figure
Oh! how the night escapes me and flees
to a perfection’s stranger portion of quieting slumber
would this so be a sinister celebration an
equivalent of a full day’s hours or, the Elohim Zavaoth
cum El hai / Shaddai; those multitudes so to be seen
in the morning’s glory with rested eyes and a mind’s
ration of sleep laid out like gold from a faraway
wealthy Kingdom, laying beyond the reach of poverty
and famine parched lips, burned and blistered souls and
spirits lacking Heaven’s soothe and God’s treasure
of the bliss in an innocent’s night’s sleep.
Letting Go
I released my problems with exhausted breathlessness
as if helium was the magic ingredient.
A secret whisper with years of frustrations entering
each colored balloon.
Up they go one by one with a wisp of my breath each
one floating on clouds of fate and hope.
The breezy feeling of it all comparable to that of a refreshing
shower washing my troubles down the drain.
Anointed beads of forgiveness beat gently on my face.
Each delicate vessel holds a different pain.
A distinguishable emotion that has caused me distress,
anxiety, misery , sorrow.
I let them go filled with doubt and heavy heart, freeing
me from disillusions that have held me captive.
What a daunting task for these fragile creatures filled
with my manifestations of anguish.
Some may make their way back down to me from time
to time , that’s life.
Now I close my eyes breath in then out filling my spheres
of freedom, cross my fingers and then ……….
LET GO !!!!!!!!
By: Debbie Kelly
8/2/2009
We're so lucky...
In the whole wide world
of livin' breathin' you's and I's
but separately apart, we found
Each other...lucky...
And both at once at one time
Simultaneous you might
but fortunately didn't say
looked saw understood the way it was
With one another...lucky!
But tie-ups
Some green slime
of disillusions past and
present spouse spouses nice
Offspring miscellaneous and respective.
We looked saw touched
What the hell who owns us
?inconsequential fights
?sex in a bed
Insomniatic 'nother cup if coffee?
We look talk know each other
Livin' breathin' you and I
but separately apart
untarnished illusion shiny bright...
Why, I can hardly stand to be so lucky!
Yellow Man
Red man
Blackman
Yellow man
Red Man
Black man
White man
Whole wide world is filled with disillusions
poverty in the streets over distributions
prejudice
Rich man
Poor man
Beggar man
Thief
Stop all selfishness, yourself let it rest give us peace
Prejudice
Don't touch me
Can't love me
Can't be my friend
All you ever want to do is see my end
Look into the mirror tell me who you see?
Well
prejudice
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr
From demo "All Alone" ©1974
At the behest of the druid
Camped in my vicinity
I analyse and sanitise the fluid
Whose viscosity flatters the dignity and sanity
Whose circumference and impedance
Exceeds the threshold
I set for the reactance and insistence
Meant to withhold
Uncontrolled leakage of hatred
Unleashed with total abandon
With any venom spread and shred
By the lunatic don
Who concocted and fabricated
A subterfuge in a bid to enslave
My mind in a desiccated
Prison where as a slave
I stand no chance
My freedom to recover
If perchance
I should in the end discover
The secret potion and elixir of perennial youth
In very high demand in top society where it is sought after
By an uncouth tooth
Whose sardonic laughter and chatter
Turns and burns mere mortals into eunuchs
Favoured by head shrinkers
In experiments where spooks
Reveal the mystery longevity thinkers
Vaunt as the new frontier
To life beyond one hundred years
Which wipes off a tear
From faces petrified by fears
Senility runs down spines
Bent in an arc
Reminding folks of evergreen pines
Swaying in the wind when flak
In an overdose torpedoes
Illusion entertains
As the lunatic druid slams doors
Shut to incinerate curtains
Where I cringe
Wince
Disillusions I singe
As sanity detractors give up their losing battle eversince.
Am I a body? Am I a mind? Or bundle of both?
Does blood, as though ordered, only through single channel flow?
Is heart seat of mind? Does mind to dwell-in heart take an oath?
Do veins, like children in uniform, pass through the same row?
Is mind a lone monk? Nay! Body and mind are never split.
When each cell of mind-body is bound in single union,
Mind and heart, and flesh, and blood, and veins, and bones are well-knit.
Param Brahma (the God Almighty) finds his communion...!
When physic and psyche are sound, there are divine vibrations,
This frees karma-dharma bondage of earthly existence,
Leading each atman (human) to heavenly relations;
Liberates from disillusions and inner resistance...!
Keeping one’s body and mind pure - isn't, hence, truly must?
Who does wish one's whole life, forever decaying in dust…?
07 September 2022
Sans mind-body who are we Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Chairs stare at me, judging,
lights dim in exasperated gloom;
They saw this coming, right?
Told the borders of the room
to shrink around us tonight.
To shoot disillusions.
Ceiling somehow mirrors
the sting from your love bite.
Each thrust a thrill, a terror
A ‘what if he comes in?’
Wine glass stained with bitter
consequences of the rush
of how and if and when
and oh my god it feels so right.
I flush those images away and rinse
the right from wrong.
Would have been elated if
This would have happened then.
Before the penalty was ruling
over our performance tonight.
Your kiss a magnitude of what
I hate about myself; those arms,
branches from a golden trees,
those hips, those pebble looks,
those clay-like violent thrusts.
Those grips as if I’m melting fast,
those lips as if I’m precious air,
those stares as if I’m made of glass.
Won’t you shatter me tonight?
Because then I won’t have to.
Wrong but right, for centuries
we face this predicament
but do not know the grasp
until it’s propelling us
into a world we cannot cope with.