Best Disturbed Poems
That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends,
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor,
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad,
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares
What she doesn't realize is,
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter
If she would only see,
that she is loved
That disturbed child,
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows
DISTURBED MOMENT
In this sudden moment
I’ve a simple wish to walk about spreading love
everywhere
Oh, the thought seems so...bright, so…sunny
Yet – and I cast this flash aside –
A thought in isolation is thought without
foundation
I’m taking the best minutes of a long day,
Have gathered round imagination a peaceful sort
of garden…or…or forest in my idyll
And I a sturdy tree standing high, quite singular,
With the emerald leaf-people spread all about
me,
They and my eyes dancing to a single, sweet
violin
My white cat sitting at the kitchen window,
oblivious, adds shapeless, benign geometry
to the mix
And the footloose vision might progress,
But the intense quiet rushes, breezily, inside
my head –
(those invisible specs of original creation,
whirling impishly, become noisy)
Now a car horn
And my ecstatic inner vision gone to reality
Why can’t the jealous world leave us lovers
alone?
Dave Austin
A mind puzzled by distortions around,
To extreme patters like vast stars when burst.
It spins abstracted in squares, all around;
Like a wild beast dying of utmost thirst.
Thoughts spin like a large spiral galaxy.
Words mixed up, locked in the back of the mind.
Life swings like stones defying gravity,
Carried around the world by the north wind.
Will you revive the memories so fond?
Laid on a bed of undying roses?
Will you thrive to bring back the divine bond?
Before this disturbed mind ride six horses?
Upon dreams beyond imagination,
The restless mind awaits your affection.
Within your windows
Clouds are gathering moments
Of wild sound and light
My disturbed rose is afraid
Of the intense time of dance
Of the heat and light
In a rosy vacuum
Leading to fountain
Poems again and again
Roads are desolate
My rose is afraid
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21/10/2016
A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.
DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ?? BY Mrs.Madhavi
Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!
Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!
Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!
Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!!
There are times when I wonder what it would be like
If this site was no longer, surely become quite unladylike
Use very foul words
I'd be very disturbed
Yelling a bunch of bad words that are far from polite
© Jack Ellison 2015
DISTURBED SHADOWS
Blinds closed. Dank darkness. A scintilla of frosted sunshine on a cloudy day. Dim lamplight. A doleful chirp. Quiescent but not in a peaceful way. Disturbed shadows of monotone.
the birds and bees hide
in dog days darkness -
rainfall
The fan wobbles and whorls. A placid flag on summer’s porch. Wet bark with leaves prepares to spawn fall colors. But changes have downtime ~ blue-gray shifts.
the shifting seasons
of still oak leaves -
gray-blue beard of clouds
8/11/2017
DISTURBED MINDS
Pete was a handsome young boy, only fifteen years of age,
Had PSYCHOSIS, his reality severely distorted, a mental disorder,
Felt that his brain was contained in a wrought iron cage,
Knew that ultimately, his life would be harder and shorter!
Pete’s father, was the local village mayor, his mother a social worker,
His father had influence and could exercise force, he had LEVERAGE,
After a FRAGMENT of conversation, promising his son was no shirker,
Secured him a job with the carpenter, a daily lunch and a beverage!
Pete would BEVEL, making slopes and angles in wood and stonework,
But was disturbed, his mind chaotic, could see it in his eyes,
He met Kylie, a young girl with the same condition, this did perk
Pete a little, visited a DERELICT house, confused, neither world wise!
They often discussed how different and unwanted and crazy they were,
And came to a firm decision, a determined blood RESOLUTION,
They would die together, and hugged and kissed, their beings astir,
No more meds, feeling bad or ugly stares, they would find a solution!
They made love, not knowing why, and began quickly walking home,
Passed a SINKHOLE, so dark and deep, if water could find a route,
To disappear, so could they, jumped in, so no longer did aimlessly roam,
Life was a cheat, gave a wrong ILLUSION, no one heard either shout!
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My anguish is metal heavy and tense
Rusting my heart as I lead by mistake.
Somethings awry in the cogs of my mind
Spinning off-centre they've broke more than once,
My youth was auspicious with seldom regret
The future held prosper now bleeds in my shadow,
My thoughts are attrocious and black as the night
No feelings I fade in disgust of myself,
Assuage my own sickness I smoke on my own
Reflecting on things that assert my own nothingness,
The allure of the feeling too sink in its depths
And give in too darkness,
Begs me.
Absolve me of sin and free me of soul,
Again and again and again..
I envied the kite’s peace bound persona in every aspect except for its conquered liberties
Captured liberty threaded within ropes leading to the hand of man
How tragic that man’s mania of ownership has claimed the scenery of peace
The kite flies continuously as if it’s attempting to escape the ropes hold
The children watch in fascination of such a delicate picture
I watch in sorrow wishing I had my pocket knife
I’d set you free little kite. I’d set you free
(excerpt from my journal, not an actual poem. Lol sorry for the waste of time)
Your unique colors once flashed light’s perfection inside my
dark and with ecstatic presence you erased all the gray stains in
my heart. In embrace, through our words and shared actions,
our love merged and returned fulfilling, stirred and deserved
barrier-free years.
Now, you have spent months tinted as a disturbed and twisted
stranger. Nowhere did we swerve, no defining change occurred
yet you blurred. You will not converse or explain, but sadden
me by abandoning me to nurse this coarse pain you randomly
construed to be my forced companion.
Ignoring me and my kiss, my pleas fall infirm like harm-rinsed
germs that your heart brings on without remorse or rain clouds
aching for the storms. My amassed and treasured love depths
have collapsed beyond my grasp. Numbly, I hear the echo effects
of our shared dreams retreating steps.
The odor brings the
neo-violence, along the fault line.
Standing on the road.
You,
do not want to go right, or left.
Chemoreceptors will warn about
the incoming quake.
They will crush the blooms, the
corrupt winds.
The landscape was changing.
The unlikeness, when you come
back from woods.
You do not mean anything.
Words don’t convey the full meaning.
The thoughts will find a poem.
Satish Verma
A shimmer from
Beyond, sparkles in the
Clear, but yet
Dark sky
Everyone's admiration
Fills their minds in awe.
Gangs are on pause, and
Hate appears to not exist.
Is this the end? Or
Just a dream.
Knowing isn't possible, and
Living isn't definite.
Men are crying and
Nobody feels safe. The
Ozone becomes visible and
People flee back inside.
Questions are numerous as
Rays shine onto the surface.
Somebody save the Earth, or
Take my life instead. People hide
Underground and they feel
Voided by God.
With this, a sense of
Xenophobia comes upon everyone.
Your life flashes before you, and
Zero of you survive
I know the sky is beautiful, I told her
who seemed delighted with everything on the road
I'm focused on driving, I grumbled
palaces and hovels
heavens or hells,
I don't care anymore, I said
be quiet and let me drive in silence
my thoughts poisoning my brain
she's a pretty girl but she's gonna die too
it doesn't matter that she's humming so well
the dumbest song ever composed
playing on the old truck radio
she pouts with her face closed
the way is boring like her words
the next gas station is right there
bunch of rednecks playing at selling gasoline
the annoying accent spoken too loudly
my will is to accelerate on them
annihilate everything
the right front tire deflating
the steering pulls to the side
fill that tire I tell the attendant
no tip when I accelerate
leaving those people in a cloud of dust
the sun setting where we go
yes, yes, the stars are magnificent,
I reply to the childish comment she makes
I bring a baseball bat by the seat
her nose bleeds like sunlight
that dyes the dirty clouds on the horizon
she is the third only this month
at first I find them charming
then i can't control myself
they start talking
and with each word they dig a little deeper
the hole where I intend to bury them
I try to expunge this feeling,
to be free and liberated,
but it keeps coming.
I try not to cry any more;
to turn a blind eye
to keep mute and be quiet forever,
but it is difficult.
I want to be deaf,
to be unconscious;to be lifeless,
so as to be free,
yet I fear.
I made a new year resolution,
trying very hard to keep to it,
but, I can`t!
For I`m intoxicated with this feeling,
yet,I fear.
I am not alone
many are like me
How they cope,I don`t know;
yet,I fear.
But,We are humans,
created in God`s image better than the beast,
but are we...?
placating injustice as good,
yet,I cry.
Wanton destruction of life and property,
Violent killings;insecurity everywhere,
evil at its peak;unwarranted pain,
yet,I cry.
Horrible site on the pages of newspaper,
Gory scenes on TV;abomination
beams from the radio;obscenity reigns,
yet,I cry.
I fear that our world has turned into
a city full of canker worms devouring
our flesh and intestine;can we survive this?
I fear to go to bed without dinner or food;
to sleep alone in my room;for my love traveled away;
I don`t joke with my belly;I have phobia for staying alone
in enclosed places...can I survive this tonight?Hmm...
This I fear..