Best Disturb Poems
Run, jump, scream, duck, dodge and leap
Try to stay on your running feet
Honey in the hive
The bees are alive
Run, jump, scream, don't fall and leap!
My sleep is dream-filled now --
imagined scenes, practiced dialogues,
fervid comments, loving words --
never-voiced retorts.
I resist awaking, lie in bed
clinging to a dream world --
and to that mind-constructed me
within it -- to that better, truer self,
an ached-for rosy apparition.
Do not disturb my slumber --
let me lie abed and smile
until this waking world conforms
to the ideal one I build
in dreams.
Please, don't disturb me,
getting ready for sleep time...
See you in the Spring!
For "Animal Haiku" contest sponsored by Debbie Guzzi.
Disturb not the tulip's place,
for it's beauty is abound.
Leave it's color in it's place,
where stems meet the ground.
Care for the garden where it lives,
feed it, water it and it's rows turn.
Of yourself to it forever lovingly give,
knowing that each year it will return.
Beautiful and sacred the tulip's face,
it's graciousness comes from above.
Each leaf is of a velvet, perfect lace,
unfolded by the sun's undying love.
Hush, Santa's sleeping,
After a long, arduous trip;
Warm and cozy in his bed,
Hugging a bottle of nip
Soaring through enemy air space,
To nations far and near;
A task we'd never sign up for,
Though he does it every year
Through the thickest of storms,
Through the darkest of night;
No rain, wind, or snow,
Will ever delay his flight
Winter's frigid bite,
A desert's blinding sand;
Santa's lowly mission,
Is joy throughout each land
Squeezing down tight chimneys,
Singed by burning logs;
Tripping over power cords,
Attacked by vicious dogs!
Your journey's accomplished,
Now go and sleep in peace;
Another year is waiting,
The madness all repeats!
Disturb not my peace! Oh flowers!
With thy sweet scents, that haunt, daunt
Worse, thy prattle with butterflies
Lest her thoughts retrace my heart; taunt
Disturb not my sloth! Oh silly winds
With thy grating, gyrating caresses
You rind my confidence, I had
Been pretending with courage-false
Disturb not my silence! Oh senses!
With dreams, desires and promises
I spurned long ago your finesse
When she took my love; gave distress
Disturb A Verb
What if I were to conjugate a verb
Was wrong and many did disturb
Adverbs and adjectives not properly apply
People started asking for reason why.
How about pronouns and preposition phrases
Never knew how to use and it amazes
Me how respect you expect to receive
When all you do is confuse and deceive.
Bad dream subject truly must have been
And I must repeat and then do it again
We knew it had to be part of bad dream
Trump doing great on his senior theme.
Jim Horn
Never mind; we all have brain but not intelligent.
Misunderstanding and disappointment is living base;
Harassment and mischievousness why do we face?
Is someone responsible somewhere for this dent?
Is hell or heaven a living standard an approachable hint?
We waste our present to plan tomorrow or to analyse yesterday,
We never estimated our progress but celebrating a birthday,
The entire life education fails to teach us mankind,
But modern human is living in a ghost tent.
Eats smell and spreads stink but not avoiding mint.
living in waste; searching better taste for standard living,
never learns a lesson, crime is his fashion for care giving,
Why do i disturb others and like sound sleep for more relax?
Always looking short cuts and direct rout for a clean shaving.
In quiet valleys,
do we not walk among them?
Hush, for I know not.
Worry wanted to be with me
I said, I am overloaded with happy moments, can't carry you
Worry said don’t worry
Your kind are few, shall find many to carry me
Joy wanted to be with me
I said, you are like sugar, come dissolve in me
Joy said it’s my privilege
As others use me as object but you want to be one with me
Misery wanted to be with me
I said, I am a fighter, you may choose your time
Misery said your courage shames me
Your kind are few, others do all sorts of gimmicks to ward me off
Harmony wanted to be with me
I said, you are the most sought, please come for stay
Harmony said your inner peace is perfect for me
Your kind are few, most disturb others but seek harmony for Self
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By Hitendra Mehta
I must hang a “Do not Disturb” sign
On the door of my heart.
DO NOT DISTURB!
My heart is troubled enough as it is.
Do not disturb.
Oh please...just walk on by
The resident inside
Is in an induced blissful sleep
Do not disturb her slumber
for perhaps.....
in her solitude...
She has found her haven.
Do not disturb!
Do not disturb her...
With your lies
With your alibis
With your flattery
With your mockery
With your demands
With your commands
Do not disturb
DO NOT DISTURB!....
Sh......
Hush now....
Take your hand off the latch
Tread softly
For I wish to sleep
And not to weep
Do not Disturb...
All is peace within
To disturb is a sin
I’ve found my sanctuary
Safe from harm
And deceptive charm
Let me be...
Do not disturb
Do NOT disturb
My heart is in recovery!
All the day I wait for the night,
Before the night, I look for games and neon light,
Calling up my friends for this wonderful time,
Done punctually with my homework before this time,
Especial tent is made for enjoying the night,
From far away, this night tent looks like castle,
Grapes, apple, and papaya aren't allowed for this time,
Hamburger, cold drink and french fries are welcomed for this night,
I am the only one who doesn't sleep at night,
Just because I want to enjoy when everyone see dreams,
Knowledge of moon during its time,
Lonely, I might be studying its movement during its night,
Making noises may disturb the ones who enjoy their dreams,
Not only the people may be disturbed,
Our sleeping satellite might also get disturbed at its time,
Party at night time is full of joy,
Queen of night is none other than me,
Resting, sleeping and enjoying party like me,
Starts and ends only at night time!
Into my head stink in mythic one hissing
of running are ratters, as I hated by
up nearly level of piled woodsheds rottenly sites
at weediest the backyard’s place,
of my neighbor’s unit close edged up wards
side by sides, feet away from my place . . .
Once lucky I bound at woodsy near duty
she a terrier if the ratters in her site been gone
over willowy apart, as roofless patio
the backyard's sensory stain at royalists’ land . . .
Upper away of gallant converted living by
out of mind, she the pureed-bandit around
bazaars think backfill thy new world
in menses aid raised velvety clubs by wards.
Miserly her space and empty from kindliness
consorted in byte ratters her terraces
downfalls by sight, in careens simply mode empty
my home unfair or caustics up a side,
at silly carrion backyards as waste as hissing
up I needing help from as careless chick!
Long doors of dark have closed upon the day
And though the wind will batter till the knuckles bleed
It cannot presume to summon morning dawn
Or lift relentless bars, to welcome sun
The light is pillowed deep in slumber’s grip
Do not disturb is hung upon the knob
Unwelcoming, while daybreak still is sleeping
And earth takes respite from the busy day
And dreaming stars are breathing silent sighs
Whisper softly, tiptoe gently
Take care, thus not break the spell
You cannot speed, the night must sleep
The clock ticks on, and patience is the friend
Withhold the futile beating hand
Grow wise in silence and keep the peace
So when the dawn comes by to let you in
Much brighter still, it comes to greet
A welcome mat beneath your feet
Unlocked and free to enter as you please
Companioned by a warm serenity
***shhhhh....
You should be ashamed of yourself, rocking my world turning me
into a young schoolgirl.
-giggling and smiling with a secret on my mind, remembering
the funny things you did the last time;
-you called and had me talking in my sleep. Building memories
to hold dear, and forever keep.
Here I am at my age, growing hair with silver streaks, got me
feeling primed and at my peak.
Could not concentrate on my work to get it done, just thinking
bout when we're together having so much fun.
Boy... you're gonna get it the next time I see you, it will be
nights to remember when we get through.
Bring a lil tequila papi. I want to stay high to soar the skies,
like it's our time to fly!
To the sweet words coming from my lips, from the fine wine
we’ll drink sip to sip.
Can't wait to be holding and squeezing you so tight__
and pillow talking sweet nothings all throughout the night.
We have to get together soon, I don't know how. But like Luther
Vandross said..."I want you here and now"!
Eat a big meal daddy, cuz from Freaky-Friday till Hot-Fudge Sunday
we ain't coming up til the dawn of Monday.
Drop all the worries; throw em out to the curb;
hang a sign on the door..."Do Not Disturb".
[Dedicated to all our men out there somewhere on the road...
fighting for us, working for us or building a life for us]