Disorientation Poems - Poems about Disorientation

At times, I let disorientation-exercise to be on the loose Allowing mind toward relaxation-muse Imagining bursting colors of varied hues Creating designs from beauty-clues Brightly transforming frustration blues. Awesome kaleidoscopic moment Grasped me in radiant engagement Beholding varied wonderment Bringing joyous amazement Midst functional “disorientation” involvement. When viewed at another perspective Disorientation means “You’re not attentive” And judged as missing directive Along efforts to stay...

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Drunk in love, red wine, a celebration turquoise touch, my mind disorientation losing track of teal time, in your embrace racing heart of mine, in chocolate kiss taste Fill me like a teacup, keep me hot Imbalanced in love, ashamed I am not I am a glutton for your amber attention Push my button, sends another dimension. I see the sea in your...

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My distant spirit is dying, disheartened, disintegrating and self deprecating. Defenceless, as hope disappears, emotionally shipwrecked in deep waters, yet to be discovered. In the sadness of sentimental sighs, silence is the sinister sister of separation. Abandoned in an abode of unfairness, my heart shimmers creating a crepuscular crescent, emanating into an emotional eclipse - in splitting darkness I've become invisible. I've...

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"There are souls like stars that dwell apart." Quote by _ Spencer Michael Free (1856-1938) My life...

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DISORIENTATION Me always disoriented both in real life and in dream land. ...

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I’m racing down flights of stairs. More and more of them appear as I search for something recognizable. I run back up them and then to the opposite side of the building. The room I want – wasn’t it on the northeast side? But it’s not there. After what seems like an interminable amount of time racing around this giant building which...

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darkness plummets on twilight’s peak cascading like a gentle creek veiled by the night, I must confess I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress at times, confusion stills my hope like climbing a slippery slope fetches doubts that bring nervous stress I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress perplexed by the depth of my fears feels like I’m lost when the smoke clears drowning in the black, such a...

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The sands of entropy the wheel of chaotic time churns, settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life. In moments moving with the dispersed dust of perturbation, the truth of trust oscillates on the ruffled ripples of disorder. In the bewildered efflux of errant disarray, everything rumpled changes, except for change. The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis reveals the real façade...

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You have raided my night again, as the burst of a sudden storm, sneaking into my loneliness, at the most unexpected hour, plunging me into swirls of pain too deep for expression, leaving me in utter disorientation. I now drift aimless with muddled thoughts, through the dingy avenues of the past, never once able to sever the chord, that binds me so tight to those...

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Somethings are best said through blank scriptures in sheer silence, but pulling the violin strings of a poet strumming to personify pain, with tempests of torment rushing through thin veins, would only widen twisted tunnels for ink to bleed in vermilion lines of broken thunder. For these lungs have long thickened from scraps of pretend promises, to dress them with mountains of flawed flowers, oblivious to...

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DISORIENTATION Ever since you came into my life I have been in a constant turmoil My head is afloat on a wave crest My heart trying to leave my chest And all around me, emotions coil Disorientated thinking is now rife Since that time I haven’t breathed At least not deeply, to understand Why everything is spinning around Yet no helpful answer have I found I’m...

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Jamais vu, do I live here I'm unfamiliar, is that my door I know so much about this place Or does it know me, is that my face The words I speak I ponder on Has the meaning upped and gone Have I intoned and made it strange Thought too deeply, out of range Spiral off, pirouette Bring me back, not ready yet Just momentary...

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Disorientated means spinning spiral you feel your life out of control. Disorientated sounds like weeping late nights when you know you can't fix what was messed up. Disorientated feels like an elephant sitting on your chest when you are doing everything to escape and improve. Disorientated smells like burnt popcorn when you are trying to host a party. Disorientated taste like sour milk...

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Themed distractions, affairs a boulevard, as elbowed are divided from their minds. Aloof, queues succeed a ship calling card, as untrained get on, moons all exit signs. The General Slocum, dressed to the nines --churchgoers being passengers adorned. Petite girls, bulky boots-dresses confines, a spark burning as the captain is warned. Crew-covered ears as the shrieking arose, clung rails ... faith enables those disabled, backing...

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