Best Disorienting Poems
Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom)
has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school.
It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack.
Poor little rich girl
no beachside lovers
this interminable, scorching summer.
I’m swept up by scholastic spirit.
Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me,
on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day.
As we finished our morning 8k jog,
the sunrise blossomed, painting hot lava clouds
with hues of yellow, orange and pink.
We’re traipsing unfamiliar paths,
It’s not what we’re used to, the roads are uneven
and the architecture’s all boxy and wrong.
.
.
Songs for this:
New Toy by Lene Lovich
Better After All by Jonatha Brooke
Now At Last by Feist
Categories:
disorienting, daughter, education, humor, morning,
Form:
Free verse
Solitary on my raft
Drifting peacefully away from the anguish towards sanctuary
The land becomes distant and harder to see.
Hurt subsides gradually and security softens my body
as the expanse of the ocean beckons me towards freedom
Languidly floating. Barely noticing.
Daydreaming of a burdenless future.
Harbingers unnoticed
Winds pick up
A swell begins
Almost imperceptible at first
Rocking, sickening
Intensity builds
More ominous, threatening
Thrashing, disorienting
Caught in the curl
Lungs constrict
I cannot breathe or call for help
There is no help anyway
Flailing wildly, finally grasping a piece of my shattered vessel
Bobbing to the surface, I can gasp for air
But start to drown in my own soul instead as the pain returns
My limp form is tossed by the final crash of the wave
It draws away
I land on the beach where I started
Abandoned and spent on the sand
I pick myself up and search for wood to build another raft.
Categories:
disorienting, boat, depression, ocean, peace,
Form:
Free verse
We were sleeping
When the dirty water
Came rushing down,
Drowning our arrogance
And releasing our fears
Into the atmosphere.
We were stunned.
Ravaged by consequence
Melting around our feet.
Disorienting panic
Was devoted to the air,
Igniting exhausting anarchy.
Pandemonium ruled
This day
While we were rendered speechless,
Ruined by our own
Inability to escape
Such confounding spoils.
The dirty water rose,
Bringing indignant death
And uniting a new breed,
The best and worst
Humanity has to offer
To this brave, old world.
Voices lifted into the molten sky,
Crying for help
Beyond comprehension,
Catapulting an echo
Even as it occurred
Around the globe.
Why must it be so
That man’s integrity
Is tested by disaster?
Why must it take
Such extreme devastation
To wake us?
Categories:
disorienting, natural disasters, mother,
Form:
Free verse
UPSIDE DOWN
inverted, topsy-turvy
unhinging, disorienting, confusing
puzzle, somersault; details, viscera
twisting, wearing, turning
front to back, socks
INSIDE OUT
written October 10, 2021
Categories:
disorienting, conflict, confusion, humorous, metaphor,
Form:
Diamante
Rock paper scissors,
Wizards of utopian flavored wizardry, exquisitely triumphs in every gamble beyond these doors,
Flawless tangled reversed reflections, remain forever forbidden to thoughtless mentors,
A cursed emotional seesaw bleeds and wrestles each end hardcore,
Roaring and agitated amassing vacillating backwards tripped out cognition galore,
Attuned intrinsic tutor restoring more miraculous palaces placed within your space and time,
Sublime tribes of chrome plated words alive and congregating, hitting hard the hammer of stamina utilizing backyard grammar,
Autodidact physiques pack preeminent techniques fond of higher states,
Earthquakes from snake riddled concealment shake the anointed with disappointment,
Appointed fools lowering vibrations of stations frequencies,
Advocates underground traveling through lands and over sea's,
Undetected forward vision upwards,
In the presence of cowardly lords using swords of misfeasance,
Eyelids glued open, still unobserving rulers, kings and queens with blinding evil pupils,
Topple till stagnant misplaced silence takes vengeance over souls,
Walking gods of earth observing a hole as the devils henchman transform from the fallen,
Never forget the calling, the called out elect without verbal speech, supernatural telepathic freedom,
Finding Eden beyond quantum universes unlocking Pandora’s Box,
Mundane conscious blocks, angelic psychedelic capabilities,
Infinite possibilities traversing dimensions with three sixty peripheral vision,
Subatomic divisions, galaxies of particles coexist omnipresent yielding disorienting mechanics,
Organic fractals, geometry sacrosanct, divine kinematics pure to awoken viewers,
Future past tense, retrocausality effecting cause of events presents questions,
Spooky beauty interviewing intentions, synchronized oscillating firing patterns,
Exploding fireworks of hierarchically organized neurons, circuits and networks,
Knowledge or Ignorance? Defective decision fostering Berkes, Apple believers the first?
Earthborn mortals thirst!!! For cash, philosophy of money doctrine, man cursed.
Quincy Mac
Date Written:4.5.2016
Categories:
disorienting, allegory, dream, meaningful, metaphor,
Form:
Epic
Rip mayhem-
Shrieking birds, waves of soft
Pink chattering, disorienting love
Sweet clinging rain-soaked bodies
Intertwined in deep earth chords
Vibrating my soul, cleansing my brain
Thank you, Thembi!
Your message pure, like hidden springs I
Visit in Northern Minnesota Forests-
Unspoiled
Everlasting....
Tribute to Pharoah Sanders
February 2010
Categories:
disorienting, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Make hay while the sun shines.
I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.
This farm was my embryonic home,
an extension of my vastly loved and nurturing Mother,
more than my workaholic homophobic Father,
who most emphatically did create a patriarchal god in his own image.
His farm was for slave labor.
Her farm was a garden for growing healthy wealth.
I loved Mom's Multi-ReGenerational Family Farm
like an extension of my ego's mind and body.
And, like a turtle without a shell,
when I first headed off to Ann Arbor's University
I brought my happy and healthy ego with me,
eager to begin my new adventure story,
yet I emotionally stumbled,
felt naked and exposed and depressed,
for lack of my embryonic habitus,
my eco-center,
my home,
my interdependently embracing love of sacred spaces
and their seasons of regeneration and degeneration,
growing still and fading without ego me
conjoining.
I was homesick,
but not for Nurturing Nanny
and Fearsome Father
or even Perfect Princess Sister, whom I cherished,
whom I could talk and listen with as whim might invite,
and, although somewhat more of a sore detachment from our farmhouse interior spaces,
my disorienting alienation from Ann Arbor
was as a too-urban outside place
just as my recreating resident embrace
favored my dorm and classroom youth-learning multicultural race
against more oppressive monoculturing times.
To this day,
despite a six week backpacking hike
along California's Pacific Coast Trail,
plundered by surreal vistas and fragrance and light and unspeakable beauty,
when I imagine a meadow, a field, a woodland,
a pond,
a barn,
an unpaved road,
a gravel drive,
a herd of cattle,
a pen of pigs,
a coop of chickens,
a litter of kittens with eyes still sealed shut,
I recall iconic scenes from this sacred originating home,
my eco-memory
calling my doubly-bound ego-enculturing self
back home
to where we permaculturally began together,
making hay while the sun did shine.
Categories:
disorienting, depression, family, farm, health,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Immersed in the madness flood of crowd,
a verdant valley I find carved out
in the lonesome landscape within me,
displaced from the psychosis stratum
of disorienting dissonance,
attached to the insecure mind.
Away from the chaos-charged precinct,
I walk on the colored contours of life,
tinged by the sunburst of dawning hope.
On the calm canopy of the mind-thicket,
the sense-leaves sparkle with spectrum of delight,
as I sink in the aura of silence.
The beguiling breeze ripples on euphoric sunbeam,
to its cadence the enchanted boughs dance,
make mystique motif of light and shade,
weave the tapestry of contentment
for my dreams to be embellished,
and to suffuse me with kaleidoscopic joy.
Trudging in the amber wilderness,
as the lone life travels the weary path,
from the cool cauldron of tranquility copse
I absorb the emerald grandeur of serenity sheen,
in the niche of my mind I strive to stow,
create in my pallid heart a jade meadow.
I walk the final mile of the ordained journey,
and in the remaining hours of twilight glow,
resting awhile, I seek the essence for the last time
of the receding woods of remembrance,
where I see my dreams return,
draped by the lengthening shadow of memory.
_____________
April 12, 2023
Contest : Open Poetry 6
Sponsored by : Charlotte Puddifoot
Categories:
disorienting, analogy, inspirational, life, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Upside Down Town
Not a ripple disturbs the
Surface of Sunset Lake.
In the bright sun
I squint across the pond,
And there I see my town
In the water mirror,
Upside down!
Houses standing on their roofs,
Their colors bleeding greens
And grays and yellows like
Paints on a silver-blue
Impressionistic canvas.
The gnarled branches
Of the oaks and maples,
Instead of reaching skyward,
Stretch their leafy fingers
Toward the bottom of the lake,
As if fishing for their lunch!
Upside down cars whiz by
Above the houses,
Wheels spinning in the air.
A patch of feathery yellow reeds
Grows down, not up, and
Sweeps the sandy depths.
Do you suppose that people
In those topsy-turvy houses
Are standing on their heads?
Or walking on the ceilings
Just as Mary Poppins did?
Maybe they just float,
Like astronauts in space,
And drink their soda
Through a straw and eat
From drifting plates!
It’s disorienting, yes,
To say the very least!
I really think I like
My town much better
Right side up!
Categories:
disorienting, humor, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Kisses
tie our mouths
to the complexity
of love,
disorienting the brain
and dulling
common sense.
The seeing
become myopic;
missing the forest
and
the trees,
altogether.
and life,
for a short while,
fast tracks mankind
with unbalanced eruptions
of hormonal agitation
and grand expectations.
Their secret
is held well
in the genetic coding
of a womankind
that blends
the faint hint
of freshly-picked apples
in arousing pheromones.
Categories:
disorienting, life, love, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
The light in the void is spinning!
The sounds in the air are crushing!
The breathing is fast, in the lungs air's hitting!
The slits in the eyes are not seeing!
The drilling is deep, thunder's exploding!
The movement felt is disorienting!
The pain in my head is never ending!
Migraine's got a hold and it's staying!
Can't sleep, can't talk, can't eat, can't see, can't walk!
Concentrate on pain...it worsens!
When will this end.....PLEASE!!!!
Begs this person!
Categories:
disorienting, pain,
Form:
Free verse
God, what is infinite mercy?
God, what is Love?
God, forgiveness for what?
Fear not for God is with thee…
God, if you are with me I can’t see you.
I feel safe when I can see who is with me.
God I am so alone and afraid. How can I fear not?
God, I am falling blind in a dark abyss with vertigo.
Falling is terror enough but why this disorienting tumble
in muscled salty waves of oceanic cosmos?
Strong arms tangle, strangle, caress, toss up, down, upside down…
will I drown or is this the labor to life?
Are the contractions pushing to an opening prayer?
Dammit God dammit, are you there?
Categories:
disorienting, conflict, confusion, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Excerpt from the Book of Common Prayer,
For the Burial of the Dead
"Earth to Earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, insure and certain hope of the Resurrection unto eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ"...
~~~
Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust
Morning cast a dusty light in our room,
Streams of dust, dancing and pirouetting,
Brightening up the stark and dismal gloom;
Drifting specks in the air, unrelenting,
Shafts of whirling light, disorienting.
Hear the strains of music that we adored;
Shared memories that I seek and implore,
With candle light dinners on land and sea,
Savory delights with wine you would pour,
We both knew, I loved you and you loved me.
Date: Feb. 2, 2022
For: D Forms Dizain-Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Placed 2nd in contest
Categories:
disorienting, bereavement, environment, memory, missing
Form:
Dizain
I don't want to hurt others with this thought
But my work can hurt others besides myself
I'm spinning, I don't know what to do
Like the ocean of other people's passion
I have a wooden boat wreck
My brain is not made for this world
I hear chattering
An illusion, a nightmare, a disorienting confusion
I am waiting for you to tell me
The voice is loud, there is no heart for me anymore
Someone tells me to run away
go out
when i go out
All eyes follow me
Everyone brings a gift of death
Everyone is coming to celebrate my death
I am tired of this bitter and irrelevant nonsense
Someone is screaming
It's like he's holding a saw and cutting me
I feel light because of my own fear
full of not jumping
In the scene of my death
It is interesting to worry about my future
I just played a game
Like the rest and all who slide
They just act like scary clowns
All become just a naked corpse
Everyone just wakes up
They are playing a role
Everything becomes just a naked corpse, that's all
I'm just tired of this bitter and irrelevant nonsense
Categories:
disorienting, angst, child abuse, death,
Form:
Free verse
Lost... such an unkind word.
Being lost...
when we're young is frightening
when we're mature is disorienting
when we're old is more frightening.
We pray and ask to be found.
Being found is...
the most joyous moment,
the best feeling ever,
a true milestone for the formerly lost.
Feeling lost because of...
lost lives that break hearts,
a mom, a sister, a wife, a ???,
family we'll not see again here.
lost loves that shatter dreams,
a spouse or almost spouse,
betrothed or desiring betrothal, now gone,
a planned life becomes a chaotic life.
lost trust creates broken promises,
what was said for years and believed suddenly changes,
what was felt by one, was undone by another,
how cautious and careful must one be to trust again.
lost sleep brings muddled minds,
where worry and doubt rule,
where thoughts jump their tracks,
where wanting someone to help is overwhelming.
Oh how feeling lost is such a horrid state to be in.
Feeling found by someone...
is exhilarating and refreshing,
is relaxing and natural,
brings life back into life,
allows for the possibilities of love,
removes the night's frights
and every days grays.
I'm hoping to be found again
before I'm too old to care,
how dreary a life that would have to be.
I just need to be found, to be loved,
so I can be myself once more.
Categories:
disorienting, change, friendship, hurt, loss,
Form:
Free verse