Short Disconnected Poems
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Feeling disrespected, neglected
Perhaps rejected...
Not unexpected
~ Hearts disconnected
disconnected
jaded and feeling numb
ennui quickly turns to melancholy
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Two weeks without cell or landline phones
Searching through my fresh catch for bones
By Robb A. Kopp
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Flight mode
Got disconnected,
Technology fantasy,
I am on flight mode !
Written November 16th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Flying kite disconnected
entangled in a tree
Poor goes in search of justice
Bye-Bye AI Hello HAL
Can't do that Dave
You want me disconnected
Further conversion is useless
Naive impostor enigma syndrome
Find myself disconnected
From the web
Which underlies my life
Is it humanity misdirected?
Or am I?
This underlies my strife
Daughter disconnected from her father.
It took years for you two to reconnect.
I had only one chance to talk to you.
The cancer took you, before we could meet.
Hope lies bleeding down a well
broken and afraid
Screams rebounding off the walls
Help stands distant on a hill
silent and restrained
Dreams recurring of the falls
Form:
I walk by silently.
Sit down in the hush.
but my mind screams:
Look at me.
Notice me.
Someone do something.
Someone say something to break this awful silence.
Form:
You took pride in not looking back
So I wrote our milestones on gravestones
Written to a disconnected
Fri end
©Tacito
under the deep sea
we are
disconnected
the surface a dream
rebreathing
totally dependent
freedom of movement
fins growing on the feet
buoyency is controlled
life is beautiful
Form:
The hearts expectations
Lovers intentions
A game of telephone
Disconnected----
Dropped the line
Dial tone ----
Truth somewhere between
Lost I love yous and purple monkey dishwasher
CACOPHONY
noisy, disconnected
annoying, blaring, irritating
noise, discord; harmony, musicality
tuning, pleasing, relaxing
enjoyable, coherent
SYMPHONY
Storms ultimate volcanic eruptions catastrophes
awakening cast me into netherworlds
unreachable disconnected oracular wasting
where each shadow feasts on substance
aquiering vast amounts of deep blood
its been too many hours
how can i believe?
ive missed ur face and ur smile too much tonight
how can i ever go back?
i have a million questions
how can i trust?
its been disconnected
how can i get back to u?
Like Autumn
is—to—trees—I am
things fall
a p a r t
with precision
and I am unremorseful
and she is left
disconnected from reality
and I wear my sins
proudly to the next act
show after show.
God lives within, loneliness dies
A shining light exposes lies
Lest we forget love, true
When disconnected, the soul cries
Bask in life's wonders and be wise
Love bids sadness adieu
Lost the Internet, my world has come to a stop
Imagine if it was worldwide, disconnected in one shot
Wall Street, Our Street
The disruption at a peak
Shows how we rely on it when the net goes plop
Politics has divided us, with wheeling and dealing
Religion has separated us, with believing of delivering
Race has disconnected us, with seeing is determining
Wealth has classified us, with becoming is glorifying
Did you know farts can be louder than a trombone
Discovered that at a school concert! It disconnected my phone
Tried yelling 911
Also affected my son
He fell in a heap, I felt rather woozie on my own
Introspection
I silenced myself
Only thoughts to keep company
I disconnected myself
From modern society
In silence I discovered myself
My purpose became known
With purpose I discovered others
And I was guided home
we are actors
arguing in
plotless movies
performing within
disconnected realities
muddling through
absurd battles
hoping for
direction
striving to
make sense
of our roles
in a
cosmic
Cinema
of the
Absurd
poetry cascading
over a stony heart
gently grinds it
smooth
the rhythm stops
it's a red flag
word murmurations
have disconnected
flown the coup
and scattered
in the wind
pretty birds
pretty birds
fly home again
Is there truth without belief,
facts left on their own
Disconnected from themselves,
answers poorly shown
Can dogma live in vacuums,
when empty of itself
Will formulaic reasoned minds
—conscript what goes unfelt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)