Disbelieves Poems | Examples

Seen the Mongolian Death Worm

have you heard of or seen the Mongolian death worm?
has he spat venom your way or tried to electrocute you?
you need to travel to the Gobi desert, where he is.
in the 1950’s there were many hysterical sightings.
known as olgoi-khorkhoi in Mongolia.

Roy Chapman Andrew made the death worm famous.
Writing a book about how he travels underground.
Creating waves of sand on the surface.
Looks like an intestine, has teeth, but no face or mouth.

Kind of a hideous looking thing. Sprays venom.
Is two foot long, without a head.
Many expeditions have tried thumping to get him to appear.
Even Roy Chapman Andrew disbelieves he exists
Except in Mongolian folklore.

Backyard of My Mind

In the backyard of my mind lives a troll with bad teeth
I catch glimpses now and again
Yesterday I saw his leg
Tuesday I watched something vile climb out of his hair.

My mother disbelieves my truths.
Illusions she says, rolling her good eye up into her head.
She turns into an ogre when she does this
You do not have to tell her this of course.

My perspective yesterday is not the same as today
I see things from a flexible viewpoint
The angles and boxes of my mind are not identical
Changing some days from hour to hour

I could explain it to you if I liked you well enough
I do not think that I do, so I shall go on, 
traveling in the backyard of my mind
searching for my invincible troll
He has the best ideas anyway.

Sonnet 58 'The Stings That Disappointment Brings Are Deep'

The stings, that disappointment brings, are deep,
When one’s believed in Love, and seen Love fail.
So often, on-track lives go off the rail,
And so, the Soul returns to caverns, deep,
And there, She waits, and gives up near all hope,
And huddles ‘between the rock, and the hard place’
And disbelieves in love, and faith and grace.
And rolls like round rocks, down a grassy slope
So gingerly, she weaves a net of rope
But lets the fish swim out!  She cannot bear
To handle gentle things ungently.  Where
Is gone the happy, faithful child of hope,
Who played with butterflies, and kites on strings?
O!  Such an one is meant for joyful things!

You Write Poetry

YOU write poetry?
Shocked face.
Never being fond of this one in any way,
I nod a teensy bit.
I am sure she disbelieves me.
I have never been overly kind or friendly toward her.
And I am not the flowery, moonbeam, lace and roses type.
She says it again. Emphasizing the YOU.
I pretend to smile.

My Muse

My Muse!

My muse is not an imaginary being made up by ancient civilizations saying that inspiration
for everything comes from supernatural beings different ones assigned to different things
instead it comes from inside of my brain
which derives from my creativity
my imagination
my fantastical thoughts
my intellect
my stupidity
my rage
my anger
my indecisiveness
my two year old tantrum throwing
my acting before thinking rationally
my truly raw and naked side of me
my selfishness
my introvertedness
my extrovertedness
my imbalances
my believes
my disbelieves
my wants
my desires
my goals
my dreams
my problems
my solutions
my uncontrollables
my unknowable
my travels 
my mental disorders
my passions
my hatreds
my biases
my nonsenses
my nuances
my lovers
my ex-lovers
my interests
my disinterests
my attacks
my heart aches
my heart breaks
my successes
my failures
my anything and everything inspires me to write whatever comes my way
whenever I make it come to pass
by writing it into existence through my poetry and my poetic-proses!

An Asking

I believe the ancient scribes' thoughts!
I don't believe the ancient scribes' thoughts!
But, for what and which purpose these are? 
Doing well, betterment in this life!
Living peacefully in this life or after this life!

I believe on GOD and the life after death!
I don’t believe on GOD and the life after death!
But, why these believe and disbelieves?
Doing something welfare or showing peoples!
For philanthropic certification or hypocrite goal!

If my belief or disbelief is for welfare, philanthropy, 
humanity, unity, together equal happiness 
for everyone always,
Then how can I make myself a station 
for abhorrence, vengeance!

If I am busy in hatred, vengeance
I think my belief or disbelief is futile totally
and crocodile tears for this world life!



-December 03, 2018 Chattogram

The Atheist

The Atheist

 am I the person
   who disbelieves existence
of God--for lack of

can’t see HIM---visions
   concept confused---based religions
agnostic,  skeptic

doubt, disbeliever
   doubting Thomas atheist
lack nonbeliever


11/24/18
For The Atheist Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen

Someone Who Believes

If someone disbelieves you, it’s his will
Your choice matters more than anyone
Follow your desire like wind over the hill
When you get there, catch a glimpse of the sun 

Earned your guests in a certain level of kindness
It is a decree of sure winning your fellow’s trust
Repair false service to free them from blindness
While I serve, know no bound, only pure and just

It’s not a lost for lacking someone’s harbor
Feel you just belong to a bigger shelter
For the heart of the mass will get you farther
Things will get better in moments spent together

Life is a battle that you don’t always compete
Against the stronger or influential one
But sooner or later the one who completes
Is the one who believes he/she can!

Along the search to find my political team
None other than an old friend showed me the way
To fulfill bigger step and claim what is in my dream
To talk about my name and cast one’s vote on Election Day


A poem for my sister running for Barangay Councilor
April 16, 2018

To Hallow God's Name -Luke 11: 2b

God calls every believer to obedience
part of that is to hallow his great name
but what does that mean in living reality?
this is so important so we can escape blame

Thinking that just to not swear or curse
is insufficient for that's just not enough
when one disbelieves, doubts and questions him
this is just as bad equally rotten stuff

Believing in God won't necessary hallow him
if one doesn't have knowledge that is true
especially when not recognising his character
or even don't know what one needs to do

Thinking good thoughts of God on a Sunday
that's not enough for what about rest of day?
even during the rest of the week too
must bring one's thoughts of God forever to stay

The psalmist says let's exalt his name together
in 34th Psalm to magnify the Lord with me
be sure to approach God's holy place
honour him there so forever to be

(And he said to them, “When you pray, say:
“Father, hallowed be your name.)

Luke 11:  2b (ESV)

Belief V Disbelief

We believe in truths we empathically 
ecopolitically 
humanely 
nutritionally trust.

We grow therapeutic faith in empathic trusts
too peacefully pregnantly beautiful
to not become true, one day,
this day, if at all possible.

We actively distrust those competing beliefs
with cognitive v intuitive dissonant dissociation powers
we multiculturally love to monoculturally fear.

We can not not believe in/with ecological truths 
of/for 
deeply etched resonant trusts.

If we assume OrganicLivingEarth, including SacredLovingAnthros,
is biosystemically fully invested in cooperatively healthy 
pronoia winEarth/winAnthro climate systems
and disinvesting away from dissonant 
and destabilizing trauma terror triggering toxins,
what each of us believes and disbelieves in
becomes more a question 
of what and whom we ecopolitically/ecologically believe and disbelieve 
co-empathically and co-redemptively with.

Southern Wind

Like whirlwind among autumn leaves
Like spring full of cloverleaves
Like web caching cool summer breeze that spider weaves 
Like a silver rose of frost in winter with light forming colors soul disbelieves

Like amber colored magnified cells
Like divine spells
Like a story seaman tales
Like power that very devil excels  

Like an ocean abyss so vast
Like clipper ships sail on the mast
Like a shadow that sun itself would cast
Like a ballad that forever will last

Like mesmerizing eagle or angel wings
Like armor of king of kings
Like a song nightingale sings above mountain springs
 That is the glory beyond continuum of soul looking at destiny chasm that southern wind brings

People 2

No people, no GOD,
No Lucifer, no lust,
There wouldn't have been birth or grave,
No heavens, hell or Hades.

Oh GOD where would have sun been,
Her bursting rays hitting our dieing skin,
The gentle moonlight and the twinkling stars,
Where would it have end cause  there wouldn't been a start.

Oh GOD look at what wouldn't have happen,
Countless of prayers and enraging idolatry,
Billion of shrines and most magnificent chapel,
our glorious faithfulness and man's hypocrisy.

Countless of believer and many that disbelieves you,
There won't be lies cause there won't be truth,
There wouldn’t be darkness cause of the absence of light,
The woes of death and hopeful life.

Oh thou earth what you would have missed could have numberless,
I'm sure of you being nameless,
Thine ideas of bronze and gold,
Thine riches of gems and precious stone.

Thine costly liquid,
With which you oil thine hair,
Thine hidden riches,
The ocean of thine wealth.

Thine outer endowments,
Mysterious stories you would’ve love to share,
If we thine husbands are absent,
Thine beauty, riches and eventful stories would've been useless.

The Carne

Take a vile trip, so inhibitions slip
Let glass tip for a sanguine sip
When selfish gain is like cocaine
The world's an insane, twisted plane

Our lives are lies spent for blue skies
We feel torment from each surprise
No matter what our minds stay shut
It's all easy if life's a rut

Another breeds, another dies
Another seeds what could be wise
The world of noise silences the free
Hiding away whom we could envy

Red is running from wall to wall  
Man still disbelieves he could fall
Why must we all impede and stall
At this massive masquerade ball?

You can join with the rare who quit
And clean up the mess a little bit  
But the dancing floor holds much more
And entrants build your endless chore

So grab a drink to help you think
While madness teeters on the brink
We have strong rules to stay such fools
Despite the blood at our ankles pools

You aren't to blame for the world we know
It's not our fault change comes slow
So sit still, swallow another pill  
Hope for high ceilings in the ball we fill

Almsgiving -Chapter 107, Holy Koran

I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.

Have you noticed the person who disbelieves the Judgment?
It is him who gives the orphans harsh treatment  
And does not urge the people to feed the needy
Then the praying ones will be extremely sorry
Who are unmindful of their praying duty,
Who do good things to impress people
And forbid others to give anything at all.

Halloween

the wolfbane blooms,the spell is cast
the hour of doom approaches fast
and woe is he that disbelieves
on this all hallows eve!

heroic hearts will turn to meek
when shadows start and hinges creak
from mischief,there is no reprieve
on this all hallows eve!

when jack-o-lanterns dare the night
with hollow stares of candle light
the scarecrow with it's ragged sleeves
beware all hallows eve!

as spirits roam and echoes mock
teeth will chatter,knees will knock
yes,while even rocking chairs perceive-
it is indeed all hallows eve!

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