Disowns Poems | Examples

Tears Wait

Soulless
Dissected
A heart turning back
Jilted
Rejected
Last stab in the back
Mourning
New morning
The day unatoned
Nighttime
The verdict
Whose sentence disowns
Lovers
And lizards
The swamp but the same
Feeding
On hunger
Starvation the game
Cursing
 each blessing 
with heartache reset
Dying
While living
— new tears wait unwept

(The New Room: January, 2024)

Blurred Anaemic Edge

The urge to travel,
to spread your wings and fly away,
never rooted to one spot.
never spotted on  a route.
signpost now defunct,
map a feeble pointer,
direction only by one’s nose.
Intuition in ascendence,
as day and night blur anaemic edges.
Fleet of foot dream chaser,
never-ending sequence,
is chaotically just that.
Event foreman cast,
in a starry-eyed plot,
script writer of their own unique journey,
stagecoach vagrant from,
a who-knows-where platform,
speed bump skipper on a blind course,
taking the "lie" of the land.
In every sense a false scents,
trailblazer has a life of their own,
but tragically a life that both owns,
and disowns them in "equal" measure.
Time-lapse photographer flagged,
by ephemera but doesn't notice,
loop by loop square off,
under amber moonlight passage.
faraway green seeker,
bereft of halting site,
with no stop off in between,
momentum the only resting place

Voice of Acceptance

An orphan of destiny
whose birthmark disowns
A life spent indentured
his spirit on loan

Caught in a time warp
unable to leave
The future in chains 
contentment bereaved

A child of the moment
left on the streets
Time as his captor
in shoes of concrete

Forever unwelcome
a foster relayed
From instant to instant
his memory replays

An orphan of destiny
whose grief is reborn
In weeks unrelenting
his calendar scorned

Last chance at adoption
it calls from within
The voice of acceptance
—from him unto him

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

Stacked Chips

Azzure night calls
rush blurry eyes
Pigeons came a calling
Waterloo I curse you
morning came a sneaking
The unaccustomed scratch gilded fear
Suited clad 
screeches the acceptable
Strange exiles disowns the Thames

Restless

Spider-black crawls the night.
Blankets hang like obese bats
from sleeping arms.
Is it the bewitching hour?
No it is 4 o'clock.
Sleep slugged me at 2.30AM
nightmares came and went.
No ghosts or ghouls
just the rumblings of a disordered soul.
Snippets of an ordinary life 
stretched into horror stories,
days I have spent a lifetime trying to forget
slip under my eyes to turn on 
a whirring movie projector.
When I get up to pee
my urine smells like stale wine,
back in bed that head on the pillow
disowns me
as I dare once again
to close my eyes.

Faith In the Wind

I said it all long ago
once in a poem
Nothing to restate,
 no words to explain
The waters have traveled,
my ship has long sailed
Your curious intention
brings only refrain

All thoughts into memory
whose feelings have gone
The property of others
my words now belong
Wishing and hoping
the spirit disowns
All wisdom diverted
—to skip that last stone

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Flawed Existence Dividends

Nubs and dents and chips and strings
                 Imperfect world that burns and stings
Dings and scratches, holes and bends
                       Those flawed existence dividends


Cuts and bruises, broken bones
                            People that the world disowns
Paupers, cowards, plagues and kings
                          Imperfect world of many things

The Disowned Face

On a secret journey she has long been 
walking in the dark alley of her lonely life
losing the fragile sanctity to the flood of strife
drowns deep within the sucking cesspool of sin.

In the desolate depth of the darkest night
she searches for the sinking soul in torment
finds it sliced in the debris of shame to repent
pines to be free from the bonds of despised plight.

In surging storm blowing with pent up remorse
the strands of her mind swirl like the hair blown
hiding with her sordid hands the face she disowns
prays to God to show her drifted life’s virtuous course.

____________

August 9, 2020
For Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July 16

What I Want You To Be

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

Was It Love

He, momentarily 

looks in my direction

Now glancing away, so

how could he, when once he

told me I was his world 

Splinters of heartache pierce

my wretched heart disowns

Your heartlessness exposed



3/17/20

Wind Blown

More feels unknown
Where touch disowns
The seed unsown


The wind whispers
In cold echoes
Upon the way


The quest answers
In sheer surprise
As frolic plays


The guile undone
Tells of insight
Where reason stray


The poise reveals
A kind heart here
That dwells unseen


The cause invokes
A touch certain
Yet still unknown


The wit assumes
A deep delight
That waits within


The times provoke
A style without
That shouts discrete


The wind blown trace
Now floods this space
With hidden face




Leon Enriquez
29 August 2019
Singapore

Waste Some Ones

God has blessed with everything in life,eat well,dress sense and enjoy life but don’t waste.Something someone wastes certainly another’s and he disowns that one wastes!

Lamenting the Past

Time not only seems to be speeding up…
  it actually is

Perception trumping reality looking forward,
  not looking back

Undercooked moments blow into the future,
  their aroma unsettling

As tomorrow disowns today
   —lamenting the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

I Won'T Walk On It

'I won't walk on it', says
The toddler, my niece.

She is afraid to tread on the land,
Our ancestral acres,
Now reduced to a mossy backyard.

She disowns the strange ground,
For it is yet to be tilled.

Her tender soles paddle on marbled floors,
Chasing echoes of jingling anklets, and
Stop at the edge where the soil begins,
Like I hesitate in fear of my prayer's uncertainty
Amidst randomly pointing rifles, when
I set out for a day's affairs, on
The road that leads to the market.

I won't walk on it.

Monster

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.

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