Best Disowns Poems
When despair and distraught go hand in hand
When you feel like you're crashing
And there's nowhere to land
You have a soft place to fall.
When agony and defeat are your closest friends
And the river of tears
Never seems to end
You have a soft place to fall.
When family disowns you and casts you aside
And you're desperately seeking a place to hide
Yet fear and lonliness won't subside
You have a soft place to fall.
When evil tempts you and drags you down
When your happy smile turns into a frown
And your energy simply won't rebound
You have a soft place to fall.
When kindness of others brings a tear
And the shoulder you lean on
Lessens your fear
You Found a soft place to fall!
Categories:
disowns, depression, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Howl at the precious Moon
Drink til you make her swoon
That does not matter tonight
if you're willing to put up the fight.
Brace yourself,
Stay in perfect health,
So afterwards you can embrace yourself.
Never fall backwards,
Learn how to land,
Always have a chance
to go where no one dares
be the only one whose not scared,
be the only one who stands.
Stand and face the hunter
Who cowardly faces hunger
When he stares at you
Cause you're the monster.
ROAR!
Be the monster, set it free,
Be yourself, be unique.
Stand up and rise above
Anyone who disowns your love,
Anyone against you,
Who dares to hide from you
Cause you are only being you.
If she's the monster, the boys will hate her
Never mind rescuing her to fight to date her.
But it's the monster that needs saving
Safe from those who hunt,
Safe from those who don't
Listen.
Watching in the night, we glisten.
Watching our backs for hunters
Keeping our family safe from hunger
Cause that's what you do when you're a monster.
Categories:
disowns, fear, pain, rap, sad,
Form:
Lyric
Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Which mortal mammal’s primal address the rapists desecrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel
Seeds of life ever come tumbling from out the sacred temple
There to greet in meiosis and in secret reverence gestate
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Do heathen women toiling in the dark draw the blinds on hell
And Gorgon heads of demons deep in them shudder vibrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel
Yet deafening tunnel shrieks of the human species’ s carousel
Re-winds obsessive tinnitus ear-pounding thuds to celebrate
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Who keeps the sanctum sanctorum well-cleansed spiritual
But the defiant procreator linga tireless distending inebriate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel
He who bestial disembowels the temple in a frenzied spell
His own mother disowns and hysteric squats on life’s dictates
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel
© T. Wignesan – Pars, 2014
Categories:
disowns, mother, symbolism, woman,
Form:
Villanelle
by Michaelw1two
The bard, the muse, the low versifier,
each the times bemoan;
stressed by compassion's grasp,
ingrained word sown life disowns;
individualist rare, previews minds mood,
frigid wills he does discern;
insurrection, a thought held vast,
implied truth's, tout one’s dishonor.
Prerogative, free your chained mind,
release past stain despotic;
concomitant imbroglio once bound,
faces now this world chaotic;
temporal truth outweighs want,
life’s bliss questions idea quixotic;
perceptivity palpable eoan,
entwined societal gist, riddle semiotic.
Incessant proves life’s filature,
its touch, binds each into account;
emblements, an inedible gruel,
thought as fruit, abstruse keynote;
historicity, prime number obscured,
self’s augmentative connote;
coincibency jesting theft,
petitio principia, intones snidely cantor.
Initiates, anew in words from blood,
long of mindfulness and mores;
misconstrue one’s meanderings,
as logical crazes, fecundity ignores;
interpretation, ideas coalesce,
worked verse provides the Id amore’;
contradictions, fuel creative trysts,
twisted thoughts, this art restores.
Orient then one’s psyche appetent,
as present wanes benignly;
dupery thrives, flexile ideas hide,
within abderian punning finery;
circumscribe in self perspicacity,
release your jocularity divinely;
sagaciousness poetic ruse,
a mendicants muse, his true babblery.
Jan 2010
Categories:
disowns, poets, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
shoes untied, hair uncombed
waling the streets so all alone
tatted clothes ransack house
eating out trash cans day N night
OH NO! HE'S NOT ASHAMED
NO ONE IS TO BLAME JUST. . . HE'S JUST
HOMELESS
has a cold, twenty-four with a runny nose
stands on a corner everyone disowns ya
no place to go, no one goes by him
he poses sitting on old cardboard boxes
watching the people go by in buses
HE IS HOMELESS
BUT HE HAS GOT JESUS
HOMELESS
AND ALTHOUGH HE IS A MESS HE IS STILL BLESS, HE IS JUST
HOMELESS
OH NO! HE'S NOT ASHAMED
NO ONE IS TO BLAME JUST. . . HE'S JUST
HOMELESS
not fit to live but fit to give
you go by him and ya hearing
you hear him talkin to himself
murmuring passages sounds like scriptures to me
and why oh, why is he so happy
and why oh, why is he so happy
Lord God why or why is he so happy
(HUSH......................there is a pause in this song a stillness
wait for it
wait
résumé???)
HOMELESS
not fit to live but fit to give
you go by him and ya hearing
you hear him talkin to himself
murmuring passages sounds like scriptures to me
and why oh, why is he so happy
and why oh, why is he so happy
Lord God why or why is he so happy
no! family none than admit to be his
no job no wants to employ him Well!!
not even a place to say shelter's keeps him hid or telling he they're full
tattered clothes undeserved
tooth's in decay why is he so happy pains everywhere
why does he sing and shout (a loud)
why where does his joy come from
HE IS HOMELESS
BUT HE HAS GOT JESUS
HOMELESS
AND ALTHOUGH HE IS A MESS HE IS STILL BLESS, HE IS JUST
HOMELESS
OH NO! HE'S NOT ASHAMED
NO ONE IS TO BLAME JUST. . . HE'S JUST
HOMELESS
HE HAS God's grace and this is sufficient for him
Written Words by James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian
Arranged music by The Corinthian
July 3 2007(c)
From Anthology "Something To Sing Praises"2007(c)
Categories:
disowns, america, analogy, caregiving, hope,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable
Challenge for enamoured to create correct shape
Administer discipline with compassion entangled
Potential beckons infant innately curious
Toddler discovery meshed with messiness
Woven with wonderment routine can't limit
Succumbed mother disowns justifiable furious
Besotted witness, sure estate for mischief
Nudging daughters towards beings approved
Beyond old rigidity, modern option multiples
Youth spoken forums we're foreigners to
Images of genuine and fake indiscernible
Listened to lunacy delivers messages askew
Duty to daughters reflect our similarity
Penciled declarations stuck to fridge
Devotedness focussed on child precious
Inflated effort, parents' universal currency
Whether meagre expenditure, or excess
Snippets of your prosper are written in me
Lawyer loads clothes into washing machine
Submerged both classes in a world severe
Puppets of striving in fast passed society
Consumer boom boldly commandeered
Disparity reveals parental symmetry amazing
Faithfully accommodating girls' shifting needs
Working mothers, each of us 'unaccompanied'
Various sized resources serve child raising
Sacrifice made by dedicated souls equally
Providing guidance, friendship gripes quieten
Line of latitude curved by desire to control
Old school wisdom bolsters brains susceptible
Dramatised screen infused new century children
Content quickly spirals into unacceptable
Desperately hoping, we Mother soldiers
Shield children from future provocation
Hold fort, nest feathered dedication
Thrusted comfort, reluctant scolders
Admist mixed rails, reliable station
Within swayed pre teen trajectory
Sturdy parenting depots journey
Home stands firm from outside duress
Finances overshadowed by reliability
Partnered peers approve sole success
17th July 2020
Categories:
disowns, age, baby, child, class,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Chicken is poultry
it’s not poetry
I may write chicken scratch
I’m an artist to match
Mother disowns me
am I truly free?
Categories:
disowns, mother, writing,
Form:
Couplet
shoes untied,
hair uncombed,
just a run away,
no way to belong;
walking the streets so all alone
tattered clothes, ransack home;
eating out of the trash cans day N night
no way to belong
Homeless
has a cold twenty-four with a runny nose
this is his father unemployed
mothers on the corner everyone disowns her
been a parent since she was 12 ???
no place to go
no one goes by her
right she's 25 !!!
He poses sitting on old card board boxes
while the alcohol mom trips and falls off of porches, door she's been knocking on
watching the people go by in buses
Hope less
He's homeless, but He's Got JESUS
She's homeless, but She's Got the Lord
He's homeless, but They Got JESUS
Although they're a mess, they our blessed
Cause they have GOD
Not fit to live but fit to give;
You go by him and ya hearing him talking to him self;
murmuring passages sounding like scriptures to me;
while she's pan handling
you see
Their homeless, but She's Got JESUS
He's homeless, but He's Got, He's Got the Lord;
Although they're a mess, they our blessed
Cause thank God almighty
They have GOD
Oh why or why is he so happy
why or why, why is she so glad
just a thought of suicide, depression, would make the average person mad. . .
Why are they so happy
Why are they so glad
No family, none that would admit to be
NO job no wants to employ them
Not even a place to stay shelter's keeps him (them) hid
tattered clothes undeserved
tooth's N D K (decay) underserved
why is he(they) so happy why do He (they sing and shout (a loud)
Where does the joy come from
seems like they're the only ones;
They HAVE GOD
no longer
Homeless
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from "Something to Sing Praises:(c)2007
July 03 2007
Categories:
disowns, community, depression, endurance, environment,
Form:
Lyric
I awoke from a dream I had been dreaming
With sweat that was popping from my head
I knew I had to shake it off
So I got up out of bed
I found a bottle of bourbon
Three gulps, then I wiped my lips
And had to sit the bottle down
Before it fell from my fingertips
The nightmare I had been dreaming
Seemed so real and so refined
That I knew I had to see one of those shrinks
To tell the nightmare that’s still in my mind
I found the shrewdest shrink in the city
And dished out all that cash
He took it and opened up his safe
And put that thousand with his other stash
So what did you dream of my dear fellow
Don’t worry, it all stays here
Like that commercial about Las Vegas
Tell it all and have no fear
Well I told him what I dreamed last evening
And his eyes almost left their sockets
He had a strange look on his face
As he retrieved a hanky from his pocket
He says you dreamed you ran this country?
And took over from that Kenyan on the throne?
And people adored and loved you?
And your nationality is still unknown?
Well I say to you in earnest dear fellow
If none asks, I wouldn’t really tell
But the meaning of that dream you had
Reminds me of those visits people have from hell
You took over for that Kenyan
And kept all his cabinet in place
And your family now disowns you
And your name is synonymous with disgrace
I’d say it means you are a liberal
Because you never changed anything at all
So if you don’t mind, could you wait right here
I have the solution out in the hall
He came back in with a shotgun
And loaded it right there for me
Then said that this was a solution to my problem
And he promised it would set me free
They buried me in the family cemetery
And said some kind words on my behalf
The chiseler came by later
And chiseled Progressive Liberal as my epitaph
Categories:
disowns, career,
Form:
Free verse
I am just a tree
So be my taproot
Not leaves that fall
When seasons shoot
Their bullets of fall
I am just a man
So be my life
Not a wife that flees
When things strike
Like stings of bees
I am just a wife
So be my husband
Not a man that frowns
When marriage lands
On some ups and downs
I am just a car
So be my steering wheel
Not tyres that roll
At maximum speed
Obliviously to their goal
I am just a country
So be my patriot
Not a tourist that comes
And turns into Judas Iscariot
When darkness storms
I am just a night
So be my twinkling star
Not a gloomy cloud
That mars me with scars
And disowns a clown
Categories:
disowns, friendship, giving, meaningful, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
My
dad
passed
away on
February
15, 2006.
The funeral
was on February
21, 2006. My brother
had to move out of the
house. He lived with my
dad. He had to be out of
the house by June 10, 2006.
We went to see him and my
mom eight days later. My brother
decided NOT to give me his new phone
number or address. My mom is in the hospital
for the rest of her life. She is unable to stand on
her two feet. We visited her and she was somewhat
distant. I left California so DISAPPOINTED and sad!
I'm grieving the loss of my dad. I feel like my brother
DISOWNS me and doesn't care about my husband and
our three children. My heart is broken and I feel like I'm in
a very DARK CORNER.
© Kathy Mary Gillet
© July 25, 2006 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
disowns, brother, death, father, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
.
For you starless nights stretch out
and scare away the morn
So you can leisurely tint and tinge,
paint and adorn
Every thread and strand that you stitch
and loop with the years
Into the fine fabric of Life,
Love, Death, it appears
As you daydream nights at the seam
of a seamless shore,
Sketching the now and tomorrow,
spinning yarns of yore
Beneath borderless horizons
of vast ocean skies
Till love knows no more your heart,
till sight disowns your eyes!
.
Categories:
disowns, on writing and words
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Each year, there it comes with its special effect.
Ramadhan is the break from spiritual neglect,
A reminder of the suffering …people less fortunate.
The ones who can’t afford a daily meal in their plate.
Ramadhan focuses on spirituality,
It tones down our animal instinct and its voracity.
Reviving our goodness… appealing to our heart
Guiding our attention … polishing our chart.
No means of nutriments from sun up to sun down,
It opens the doors … our hunger it disowns.
For more reflection… connection … absorption,
Of The Divine Order…well worth admiration.
Ramadhan is lightning … like a wake up call.
For self-discipline… journey of self-control.
Covering all areas… leaving “I WANT!” far behind,
Listening to our heart rather than our minds.
Oh! How I anticipate the goodness of Ramadhan!
Categories:
disowns, faithsun,
Form:
Rhyme
A stubborn heart and a stubborn feelings,
A stubborn words and a sinful dealings
A painful moments have passed my way
Deadly words has hit my Day
My own blood has crushed me down,
Whom to cry and whom to crown
Betrayals are from your closest members
Never imagined our mistakes are remembered
Jesus Christ will restore my strength,
Whereever I fall His hand will extend
Even if earthly parents pierces and leave
Jesus shall forgive and always lead
I call you Jesus Papa , for i need your love
The Only love of yours can stand firm
Be also my earthly Father for my own has disowned
Its deadly painful Jesus , where every corner is a stone.
You promised every tear is stored in your vessel,
You watches me in and out , and knows all my Wrestle
You preserved me today or I would have fallen
Thankyou Lord forever for being my true Father
Categories:
disowns, family, father, sadwords, me,
Form:
Free verse
I searched for you in the night's dimmest light
Found quiet loneliness stirring in the dark
The moon's passing covered by clouds in flight
As it slowly traveled its nightly arc
This companion listened but never heard
The words pouring from pained lips of sorrow
And questioned reasons became unassured
Still lost in the moon's light and tomorrow
And what help does darkness bring that surrounds?
When thunder rolls in distant skies alone
And hazy eyes stumble across the ground
In the dim scattered light the moon disowns
To have found you before your departure
And capture again the days in time's sand
We looked into the stone of love's sculpture
And found the tool marks of opposing hands
Could I have given better understanding
Could you have given love less demanding
Categories:
disowns, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme