Long Disillusion Poems
Long Disillusion Poems. Below are the most popular long Disillusion by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Disillusion poems by poem length and keyword.
Lost hopes, lost dreams
Filling up a heart that bleeds
Disillusion, disdain, dread
Of what is coming next
Lost feelings, lost faith
Living inside a soul who prays
For the second chance to be
Someone God can bless
Lost joy, lost peace
Thriving, surviving the past
Where there is only grief
Mourning for a vanished goal
Lost reserve, lost inhibition
Dreaded thoughts found within
Walking through the silence
Judgements overflowing inner wars
Lost memories, lost pleasure
Sense of dismay and despair warning
Of worries, pains and dreaded hate
Filling up the heart with bitter revulsion
Lost promises, lost desires
Freeing the loathing to rejection
Of all that is good, kind and positive
Filled with music that comes from confidence
Lost love, lost passion
Dreading the fear that consumes
With sorrow, regret and torment
Melancholy rejecting the wonder of affection
When they close the doors of the brothel
All that has been lost – is found
Within hearts who know that true love
Is more than the graze of an empty hand
They Closed the Brothel Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
February 12, 2021
holding on to promises expected that's what we need to do
for God said that He would never leave nor forsake you
we've all been through stuff that caused bitterness, disillusion and pain
we've all experienced betrayal, heartbreak, discontentment and shame
but God said that joy comes in the morning and we need to comprehend
that holding on to promises expected will sustain us to the end
when i see young people committing suicide because bullying has torn them apart
i've discovered they had no connection nor relationship with Father God
as life can be overwhelming at times and we need to understand
that sometimes what we all might need is a little helping hand
a hug, a smile or a shoulder to lean on
a prayer, an open ear or simply an uplifting song
we did not get here by ourselves and we need to surmise
that a connection with Our Creator is what we need to realize
so commit to develop a relationship with Our Lord Jesus the Christ
meditate on His holy words and seek to embrace His way of life
forgive, love and learn to abide your fellow man
let go of past hurts and bitterness and come to understand
that God made vows to us and on them we need to reflect
by keeping the faith and holding on to the promises that from Him we can expect
I believe that with faith in God, nothing is impossible.*
This anchors my dream certainly devoid of disillusion...
Full of hope, I pray for a miracle
as the Lord favors according to His plan
or if He in His sovereign wisdom approves, in His time.
In my dream... this scenario is vividly captured:
Waking me from my sweet slumber is my dear son
with his eloquent “Good morning, mommy” greetings…
Pulling me from bed, he props my hands for fervent prayer-gesture
and then he communes with God, talking to Him sincerely
seemingly oblivious of my presence.
Then he reaches the Bible and reads expressively
the third chapter of Proverbs, stressing verses 5 and 6,
“Trust in the LORD with all thine heart;
and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”
To my delight, he fixes himself up, not anymore seeking my aid
for his hygienic endeavors, and in eating his meals.
He enjoys school activities and church fellowships
as he testifies gladly about his accomplishments
concluding with “God is good to me.”
Indeed, God is gracious
for the wondrous might He has wrought
in our special child who is diagnosed
with global developmental delay.
Stricken with cerebral palsy, he cannot walk;
though he is now nine years old.
He struggles everyday
to communicate with others.
Now, fully awakened to reality’s truth,
I thank God for enabling me to trust Him fully.
As a volunteer social worker in our church orphanage
I cherish God’s fortification of my faith
while rearing and raising up,
nourishing and nurturing our special child...
with love from the Lord.
*Mark 10:27 "And Jesus looking upon them saith, With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible."
Revised on February 18, 2019
2nd place, "I Dreamed a Dream" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 2/20/2019.
There are days when I feel so much anxiety
My heart seems to echo the screams of nervousness
My soul lingers in doubt, disillusion and despair
My mind can’t figure out how to listen to His voice
Whispering joy, hope and faith… so I have a choice
It’s during these dark moments of life…
When fear and sorrow fill me with strife
That I know a prayer is the way to express
Feelings that dim my vision, my faith, my light
With shadows of regret, sadness, distress
All of the grief that so woefully reflects
My worry and disillusion, my dread and confusion
When I finally realize the answer to my pain
Comes with the plea of a prayer to my friend
The One who blesses, hallows and sanctifies
The One who shows love even when I’m wicked
The One who allows me to bring Him my shame
As He heals me, fulfills me, satisfies my needs
With a kindness that overwhelms, a love that is
Pure and sweet, more alive than I could explain
Yes… there are days, times when I can’t pray
I don’t always know how to express my heart or soul
But I do always know He is alive and He is there for me
The comforter, the faithful One, the hope and peace
The One who I believe will free me from my fears and tears
He will guide me in the right direction, heal my heart
Relieve my worries and doubts, encourage me to shout “Victory!”
Because with Him, there is only one need that I have…
The need to praise Him, the One who saved me…
With adoration, worship that shines a light of faith…
Joy that shows up when I realize I know my Savior
He is worthy of my praise… He is worthy of my love
He is the light from above that shines hope into my soul
I praise Him with my every thought, every dream, every chance
To give a small token of appreciation to the One who I call…
My blessed Savior!
I’m so grateful for His grace!
When I see injustice bribe
The heart with hope
The mind with confidence
The soul with enlightenment
Anger silences my dreams
Colors my voice, my speech
In hues of exasperating need
When I see darkness begin
To win the struggle, making sin
Feel like it should be the answer
The reason, the way between
Doubt and fear – silencing joy
With noise so vicious it pours
Pandemonium into the heart
Turbulence into the passive spirit
Turmoil into the one who remembers
Confusion, disillusion, chaos…
Anger so bitter it feels infuriating
Like desolation pouring over light
When I see someone reject the fact
That anger, sometimes, will reflect
The right way, the truth, the honesty
Faith everlasting, reassuring, promising
Even though God is surely LOVE –
He can become angry at the sinfulness
Immoralities, depravities, wrongs
That echo the shadows of a heart
Who needs to know that God is alive
And He will give a verdict to the crimes
Anger is given a bad name by those
Who don’t want to admit, God Himself
Lay claim to the anger – righteous anger
When hearts, deceitful about all things,
Gave Him a reason to feel the pangs
Fury poured out on the one who knows
God has the strength to abolish sin
With whatever means He might see fit
Anger, my friend, is a needed feeling
When there is a reason, yes.. anger is
A blessing from the maker of the air we’re breathing
Ephesians 4:26 - Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath:
People are basically good~
many leaders are basically bad,
greedy, setting themselves above
God and His Heaven --
Most common folk love God
in their own private, decent ways;
respecting their fellow men
and women --
Then we have a phony press,
bought and paid for by devil
assassins consorting with vile
demons,
Satanic causes, falsely, righteously
defended – drag queen shows for
children...give my mind a rational
break!
Twisting straight truth toward
ruptured ends – invoking
personified versions of filth, those
commercial ghouls of Hollywood
and music, images and rhythms of
soul consuming violence – preachers
of gloom and doom no better! "A house
divided against itself..." --
Good men like Netanyahu
and Trump attempting to heal
humanity (yes, healing can mean
first cutting the cancer out!)
Were there no children in Sodom and Gomorrah?
Get real! Get your heads re-screwed on correctly!
While you ring your sanitized hands,
pontificating about conspiracies
you know nothing about, deem yourselves
blameless for...like those evil, you also destroy,
disillusion, with lased lips of doom and gloom,
secretly hoping situations worsen so to hasten
Christ’s Prophetic return -- pushing people further
from faith and not toward it – you preach love while
spewing hate, venom toward brothers
and sisters with sleeves rolled up, doing some
actual heavy lifting for the Greater Good –
Look in the mirror – the world is a reflection
of self.
You’re my thought - When I think of hope
You’re my light - When I think of the soul
You’re my color - When I think of beautiful
You’re my music - When I think of dancing
Thanks to you, I know what it is
To love without doubting,
To love and to give…
Thanks to you, I know the meaning
Behind the gentleness, the sensitive,
The grace and peace, the joy that believes
Thanks to you, I know – without a doubt,
The wonder and sweetness of never
Allowing darkness to enter my heart,
Never allowing fear to destroy my dreams,
Never allowing the tears to silence my prayers
Thanks to you, I know the love that is forever
The love that leaves its shadow
Beneath the despair and disillusion,
Restoring faith when there is confusion,
Making a way through every suspicion,
Reminding the soul that joy comes to those
Who listen to the light – and always believe
You’re my thought – when I think of grace
You’re my light – when I think of faith
You’re my reason – for finding the way
You’re my friend, my blessing, my chance
To know that love will never fail, love is always there.
Love like this brings the soul true peace
I love you always – with love that continues on
Despite the worry or sorrow – this love is eternal!
In a jar of hope
Where joy and happiness
Are planted and grow
To maturity titled contentment
There I left my sorrows and grief
And all the little things
That have caused my heart to bleed
Disillusion, despair, discouragement
In a jar of faith
Where grace and mercy sweeten
My life with inspiration and prayers
Woven through layers of kindness
Where all my time has been spent
Giving and growing and being
Grateful for this journey
Which is taking me on to goodness
In a jar of love
Where laughter lifts the spirit
Teaching me to believe
In the music of breathless dreams
Which carry me through the thoughts
That beckon me to create
From the sweetness of my heart
Complete compassion and praise
In a jar of miracles
Given by the Creator I love
I find gentleness and benevolence
Built on the poetry of psalms
So wise and sure and alive
They dance through my soul
Assuring me that I can know
God is with me through it all
I love the One who holds my heart and soul
In the center of His palm
Where I can always be sure
There is complete love and calm
Beauty beyond any song
Feelings that erase all the bad days
And keep me filled with adoration
For the One who breathes life through me
There was a time with raging blaze
when suspension lost track
in bad faith and delusion
and bridges burnt ahead
Cold it was despite my soul engulfed in fire
which left its raging spirits
in restless stagnant apathy
called Self and void oblivion
Smoulder and ember blocked the way
forward and lava froze over
a hell bent on endless dead ends
from fake comfort and corrupt deceit
An angel dressed in blue cotton picked up trapped remains
Little did I known of red Princess lace and her thoughtful mind
Not that violet lips would blow upon me kisses and embrace
That walking dead on ashes could invigorate our tender path
Then came a time when shadows realigned
quivers trembled in heated passion
abeyance lit a joyful path of no return
abandonment became abundance
Left behind remained false horizons and ruins
a fading chill forsook frozen memories
retrieved our long forgotten souls
and shone a torch of loving peace
With nothing left to leave behind but dissembled disillusion
Skin touched upon moist fragrant skin and journeys merged
Seduced reclusion into sizzling fingertips searching the source
Blissfully naked we vowed to only burn bridges which we crossed
In the Empire of Silence
In the empire of silence where the senses rest and cease,
I have become the master of the marionettes hidden in the darkness of the skies,
An effigy of mist drifting upon the seas of indifference and unease,
In this theater of existence I am a specter breaking free from its own shadow's guise.
I have squandered without count the treasure of love and the pod of trust,
The sap of my own being poured out until there was nothing left to give,
Now I lie here a relic of withered hopes dissolving into dust,
In the wind of a forgetting so complete there is no reason left to live.
The vortex of the void absorbs me into an abyss without an echo or a sound,
My heart once a burning flame now only a fresco of agony on the wall,
In my chamber only the whisper of thin defilement can be found,
And I listen to it rise... and I cannot stop it... and I fall.
My language has transformed into an assault of vibrating blades cutting deep,
Each word a surgeon dissecting my alabaster vulnerability with care,
Signing unseen but deeply the map of suffering upon a soul's terrain in sleep,
These invisible scars scratch against each breath I draw from the empty air.
I swim in the bitterness of an oasis dried of all its pure and clean feeling,
The silent concert of a love that extinguished itself at dusk without a sound,
The fragile faith has crumbled like a stained glass window under a storm's dealing,
And every broken promise became a carriage over which disillusion pound.
I let myself be carried like a leaf in foreign winds without a choice or say,
Where the melody of others dictates the waltz of my deprivation and my loss,
And so my inner world has become an altar of sacred silence and decay,
A repetitive refrain of mystery and secret... and an unbearable cross.