Best Dismantles Poems
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Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their sails
Today I woke up early, lately I’ve let dreams flow
Into an abstract yonder, where visions often go
A wave came over me, up from my downy pillow
When tidal forces passed away, many moons ago
As the ocean waved goodbye, I called for an encore
Behaving like a poultice, the beach drew back old gore
You could’ve bowled me over, sent ripples to my core
Never again I’d sleep soundly, near this bloody shore
After a fretful lie-on, facing truths with each turn
My sundial running on empty, stars can’t always churn
Moribund in dimness, til an old spark can return
Reigniting glory days, (let supernovae burn)
Overhead the vacuum grows, just to make more space
Stretching my dysmorphia, to align with gods face
No one knows for certain, who enhanced his human race
Gave an artful hand, outsmarting evolution’s pace
As life spirals forward, in a world out of control
Entropy dismantles, stripping back our maker’s role
The poet in me keeps goofing, digging deeper holes
He’s a junkie rhymester, overdosing on this soul
So hail all billionaires, who never walk down my street
Flying above fake cripples, with power in their feet
Prodigies of bad and worse, scheming to make ends meet
Leaves an aftertaste of smugness, one that will repeat
As for those big questions, some take a straightforward twist
Two things I thought might go away, stubbornly exist
Not death or taxes, I’m already over that list
Each day I arise, how come lies and bullsh!t persist?
First there was oblivion, til I woke up and saw
Now fully awake, dead ahead looms a fatal flaw
But so long as I can dream, and able to guffaw
It only hurts when I laugh, Don’t you think? vents my jaw
By David Kavanagh
Hms
Categories:
dismantles, dark, dream, life,
Form:
Rhyme
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Categories:
dismantles, magic, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I am transgender, a soul untamed,
Seeking solace, my true self proclaimed.
In this journey, I've found my role,
Here's what I need to be made whole.
Acceptance, a beacon to light my way,
Embracing love, where judgment won't sway.
A mirror that reflects my inner grace,
To see myself, unburdened by the chase.
Understanding hearts, compassionate and kind,
A refuge where I can peace of mind find.
Words of affirmation, whispered in the air,
Affirming my existence, showing they care.
A world that dismantles oppressive walls,
Where equality reigns and prejudice falls.
Opportunities to thrive, without constraint,
For my dreams and talents, a fair playing paint.
Connection to a community, strong and tight,
Where unity blossoms, like stars in the night.
Courage to be vulnerable, without fear,
Knowing my truth is valued and held dear.
I am transgender, bold and unafraid,
Demanding respect, in every accolade.
With these elements, a tapestry untold,
I'll embrace my journey, and forever unfold.
Categories:
dismantles, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
He flies far
Collected Sprig to make a nest
Wish he could Guard her eggs.
She flies away
Leaving their nest. The shower of time
Washed the abode,
Made them homeless.
City-lights eradicate night lull
City-sounds daunting the eggs.
O Ethnic, keep patience
There will be sunshine
We will run far,
So far, would never return
Your dwelling dismantles the tiny abode
The flock of humane shoos it
They will miss the old tree
And squeeze the recent arbor.
Categories:
dismantles, urban,
Form:
Pride seeks
Obsession with self
Hugging our mirrors
Telling tales of our success
To any who will take a knee before us
But failure still dawns for this vanity
For even blind angels can find the gates
If they truly feel love for one another
Greed consumes
Refusing to bleed
It'd be a shame to lose some of our power
We drink the spoils of all the other kings
And laugh as they claim victory
Clutching their new toys like children
With no authority left to show
Lust tempts
Like the scent of decadent jasmine
At the bottom of a cliff
Our primal roar craves the attention of many
No amount of dousing rain
Able to quench our fiery coals
We burn in the attraction
And die in the flames
Anger dismantles
Like a mechanism with a blood red heart
It eradicates by the hand of war
It annihilates by the crush of a boot
Its furious wind blows bare our fields of solidarity
It asks for nothing
But it takes everything
Gluttony swindles
The master of more
We drink its snake oil
Tub after tub
Charmed of our vigor
We dash our futures with its aroma
All while it nurtures
Distaste for our lives
Envy trades
Both sides of our coin
Equal in value
Yet we always desire the fortunes of others
It barters fantasy for contentment
At equal interest
Leaving us destitute in our reality
Sloth escapes
Our need for evolution
Cemented motivation
Like an unfinished sidewalk
Leading us nowhere new
But somehow it still gets away
And we remain fast in place
January 20, 2016
Categories:
dismantles, anger, evil, faith, lust,
Form:
Free verse
If you pull on her leg slightly lifting her skirt;
She’ll consistently remind you that you could get hurt.
She claims she’s short on attention just like a cat;
So best throw out some tricks from under your hat.
She’s an angel of mercy familiar with pain;
With the skill of a mystic that dismantles your game.
To performers as victim broken of heart;
She’s the carver of excess that could cut you apart.
She’s good and she’s bad and stays to herself;
But she keeps her binoculars there on the shelf.
He’s layered and sweetened salted with nuts;
With a curse that’s forever much like king tut.
A piece of him cares most of him don’t;
And it looks like she might but he knows that she won’t.
It’s all just diversion a genderless klatch;
Perhaps but a race that the Talley man scratched
Categories:
dismantles, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Lea, lush cordial waits
dawn, a promise of dew,
yet couldn’t stop the moment
stealing the moorside view.
The turn of Alf’s cart wheel
broke the silence of the night,
the beat of a lone heartache
stole the dark from the light.
“Picturesque Turner Lane”
The wind aloof did hone,
the old grey stone “Bar House”
Stood there, cold bare alone.
Out of the earth the village
rose, where the lake settles deep,
“Parson’s Lane” An expressway
to stone mason, layman, sheep.
New age enfolds the bridle
path, in the meanness of June,
wading amongst celandine
to a “Fats Domino” Tune.
Bare face against the window
precious eyes, craving stance,
a candle waits for someone
to touch in warm romance.
For youth is a learning curve
an implant, of worldly ways,
maturity dismantles
the lust of innocent days!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Categories:
dismantles, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
Emblemed traces hidden inside me
are the dismantles of one-way love.
You held me loose asunder
at the precipice of your chasm.
My prudent heart hid no love
I bled each drop at your cup
you apparently found every bit
an equivocal grotesque.
Over the ages, I've trekked
finding not even single flower
with flamboyant petal
to entice my desires.
So I find myself at the monument
exhuming a catastrophe of love.
Categories:
dismantles, adventure
Form:
Free verse
Rhapsody of rainbow morphs to morose mélange
Bleeding colors bleached from the twilight cloud
Rainstorm daubs as blemish on the broken heart
The shades of grey paint the frayed linen of love.
Requiem of roses resonates in melancholic medley
Petals pine for dripping tear drops of mourning dew
Desiccate in somber sunshine in the deserted mind
Fallen flowers make bouquet for deceased passion.
Cacophony capsuled in the cauldron of mute melody
Chaotic symphony dismantles on the discord waves
Strained smiles sneer the scarred scenario of lone life
Songs turn to convoluted noise echoed by the soul.
The lattice of life seen through the languid cynic lens
Magnifies into crooked contortion of distorted essence.
Categories:
dismantles, analogy, confusion, life,
Form:
Free verse
His sapphire eyes of blue so rich
Deny the icy cold depth.
Poisoned honey on softest lips
Bring my walls to near collapse.
And he dismantles me, brick by brick.
He lays the trap, a touch of silk,
And waits for my undoing.
Soak him up like sweet cake in milk.
In darkness, Evil's wooing.
And he unravels me, thread by thread.
His eyes haunt me with a fervor.
My weakness is his power.
I lose my grip to his hunger,
As he locks me in this hour.
And he devours me, piece by piece.
Categories:
dismantles, abuse, emotions, longing, love,
Form:
Verse
Which American does not know great Tony Stark?
An industrialist tycoon like strapping shark;
Born with silver spoon in his mouth; noble bequest!
Lived luxurious life one considered blessed...!
Afghan enters his life; like virus in robot;
Terrorists kidnap him; force him to weapon-plot;
He builds his sly armor; makes his vanish easy;
Plays ploys; Shifts into iron man; tough, yet, frenzy...!
Cocktails and women beauties; Romantic, yet firm;
Juvenile play-boy; yet, strict to mercantile term;
Not lonely though alone; full of fun and frolic;
Midst accomplishment of tasks, he has his rollick...!
Pushed to misuse his invention of iron-man,
Virtuously he dismantles his harm-filled plan;
Splaying bundle of freedom virtues and vices,
Tony Stark is an epitome of guises...!
01 July 2022
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Categories:
dismantles, hero, life, people, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Rhapsody of rainbow
morphs into morose mélange
of shredded exuberance,
bleeding colors
bleached from collapsed cloud
of twilight zone
embroidered by sunset spectrum,
profoundly permeate
as ingrained blemish
the lilac lattice
of the broken heart,
the sordid shades of blue
paint the linen of love,
f r a y e d....
Requiem of longing roses
resonates tragic melody
in melancholic medley,
wilting petals pine
for forlorn feelings,
the dripping tear drops
of mourning dew
on failing floral luster
desiccate in somber sunshine
of the deserted mind,
fading flowers make
weathered wreath
for decedent passion,
o b s c u r e....
Convergent cacophony
accrues relentless
in the entropic cauldron
of disharmonic music,
bemused chaotic symphony
dismantles incoherent
on discordant waves of refrain,
captured in
strained smiles,
sneering the inane scenario
of lonely life,
where sanguine songs turn
into nonsensical noise,
echoed by reflective soul,
a r c a n e....
Leitmotif of life
seen skeptically
through indolent cynic lens
of distorted essence,
magnifies manifold
into crooked contortion
of convoluted conscience,
a b e r r a n t....
Categories:
dismantles, analogy, imagery, life, sad,
Form:
Free verse
A mellowing stream bleaches amber gown
Producing a triage of yellow, orange and brown
Fall's residual wave with pageantry redound
A plumed cloak doth stunted foliage crown
A vigil of decadence and decay doth abound
A fleeting shadow kisses the barren ground
Autumn's winds summarily the gallant parade doth confound
Deciduous wreath dismantles and trickles down
A glistening ensemble with hushed tones doth resound
A temporal garnish covers each, sodden mound
Anon, elements leaching crescent lobes mercurial splendor doth impound
Categories:
dismantles, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Culture is not what was written
ten thousand years ago,
nor is it a godly dictate from
the 7th Century AD,
It is not what Buddha spoke
from under the Bodhi tree,
nor the harsh enforcements
of religious tribes.
Culture is all of us as it is today,
and as it might be tomorrow
and there after,
the live force of humanity
that flows like an ever ebbing river,
powered by the thoughts of
the present, that gathers strength and roars
and cuts its way through new terrains
of ever changing reality.
It dismantles the dead skeletons
of the past, dismembers meaningless
untruths, that were created for greed
and self gains.It lays open the absolute
reality of what should be!
Feel the presence of God in the present,
in this new reality that is,
with every breath through the nostrils,
with passions of your heart,
untainted by lies passed on through bigotry,
untarnished by bellowing of self proclaimed messiahs,
Culture is you, me and all of us,
as we are at the present moment,
flowing to yet unchartered realms
of yet unknown truths!
Let’s surge forward with the voice of conscience,
in this roar lies the absolute truth!
This is our culture!
Categories:
dismantles, culture, devotion, god, truth,
Form:
Free verse
So easily
silken in droplets of anticipation
on lips quivered
in union relentless
longing desperate
for voice of thoughts and eager consummation
Spend the hours alone
until night wearies of never ending smiles
as with intrigue
exchanged those words
metaphors of souls
abandoned to those passions
All consume our hearts
relentless
fascination so exquisite
the cleaving to of skin
delicate droplets anticipated
in the giddy hedonistics of love
Aye, those phantoms
those bubbling expectations
hand in hand
wrapped inside those tender moments
sweet lifetimes possibility
of loving reiterations
And how we watch
as love dismantles them
Those metaphors have become rattlesnake words
expectation bruises on the anvils of the heart
and all come to weight
as so we are judged
by the sting of bitten emotions
Such idiosyncratic maladies
play to discord unions melody
of heat turn to the cold
compromise revealed
and to a folly of romance
lays it’s naked face
Sold for chocolate-box hope
the agreements of too many conciliatory verbs
lays waste
on what was
no more than love
We count trinkets
between mine and yours
fatal reminders
and photographs
searching amidst the fall
for the reason of the tears
in which we wallow
It never was I
never was you
but this shattered mirror
the testaments deliver
what was once
no more than love
Categories:
dismantles, lost love, love, mirror,
Form:
Free verse