Short Disillusion Poems
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Disillusion: Uncaged, balding dogs :
staring, grinning, careening,
through broken windows moment by moment.
Copyright McCuen 2008
2020 2023
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1914 1970s
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Duped by overwhelming desire
perception ends in disillusion.
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Crystal Clear Contest
Hosted by Joseph May
Placed 3rd
© 1st May 2019
Catcher
in the rye-
disillusion
rides a one trick
pony
Tribute inspired by the news J D Salinger died last week.He captured the mind of teenagers
before the term was invented in the 50's
CONFUSION...DISILLUSION...DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK
EMOTION...DEVOTION...FILL MY THOUGHTS TO THE BRINK
GIGGLE...WRIGGLE...GIVING ME REASON TO SMILE
COPE...HOPE...WANT TO MAKE IT WORTHWHILE
The wet snow becomes slush,
and turning into rain...
makes all the pines weep
as people in grief.
Long barges glide
like gondolas
in Venice,
but no song
is sung
today
to
love.
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Eyes choose to keep closed
Paining is what they do see
Life; earth torn apart
Eyes meant for beauty
Innocence and radiance
Wanting no ugly disease
Eyes aiming for love
Eyes blurred by disillusion
By Life, fair and foul
Blisters of
disillusion
fester
and boil
Vision
rubbed raw
in the darkness
embroiled
False
expectations
lie scattered
and burned
Ignoring
our history
with lessons
— unlearned
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Living in the sunless cold hutch of till death do us apart, sits a chipping soul.
Never had he thought she did be a blotch of many shades.
Spitting and pouring scorn on his dreams of a happy home.
“What? Are you even a man? Your mates are out there...”
To live in the embraces of
of self-love
means
letting go
of the toxicity–
of the negativity–
of the disillusion–
of the fear–
and of the doubt.
All of these at one point
make us feel safe,
but the truth is
they will ensnare worth
like pestilence ensnaring breath.
She was mercurial
moving swiftly and purposefuly
Elusive and clever
her wit was bottomless
the quintessential Gemini woman
no one could capture, edit or disillusion her
she was imaginative and fun
She had concrete ideals
the dragon was her power animal
guarding her chameleon mind
Caged up in the brain’s shackles of lust and lies
Rags of despair disillusion and utter reformed thoughts hang
Puddles of thick perverse actions gather and stain crimson
For he is a mirage of false hope cascading over your senses
Then final reiteration of the branded instant’s ultimate sound.
In stillness and silence, I hold it all in.
The dirt and disease underneath my skin,
born of the fall, and wrought from sin,
withers within.
My blood is filthy, in need of transfusion.
My life is stale, full of disillusion.
Jesus' blood is pure and lively.
Have I asked Him today to dwell inside me?
Open thy eyes
Do not hide from
the worldly beauty
that surrounds thee
Open thy heart
Do not keep it apart
From thy earthly body
that engulfs thee
Open thy mind
And you will find
Peace and contentment
Not disillusion and discontentment
Open thy soul
So you will know
the unlimited flow
From deep within
As the evenfall advances, Lord Sayron
Reflects alone in the old and dark castle
Where has gone all the magical illusion
Disillusion had won the final battle
Carrying with him the armor and sharp sword
Abandoned finally his sanctuary
Searching for an answer that begin looking
And listening carefully heart insighting.
My confusion
And my disillusion
Sheds no blood but my own
My secrets
My regrets
everything I have never shown
My apathy
And atrophy
Takes away all light
My weakness
And meekness
Takes away any fight
My lying
And dying
Burns through me
My love and care
Through so much to bear
If only you could ever see.
He’s a beaten man
His shoulders rounded
From the throes of life
From disappointment
To disillusion
His eyes sunk and sallow
His voice weak and hollow
His joy long lost
Along with everything else
That makes life worth living
He’s given up
Can’t take any more
But still standing
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on July 7, 2018
grey drapes the colour of my realm
thick heavy fog pervades over
my thoughts that wander
to where I do not know
i cannot see
in bursts of silence
i gasp for air
a stagnant emptiness
is all i find
it boils it rages
and yet i feel it true
that with tomorrow
blue skies may come again
AP: 2nd place 2024, Front Page Pick 2024
It’s the one’s that we hurt
Although we don’t try
Ripping their world
Leaving questions of “why”
Moving carefully
Always looking back
Cautiously stepping
Trying to use tact
Painful disillusion
From what can not be
Maybe good for you
But not good for me
The pain still comes
To those in our path
There is no avoiding
Love’s aftermath
eyes closed behind dark sunglasses - alone with my thoughts
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Contest: Monoku/One liner #4
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placed 2nd
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Also inspired by this theme, but not for contest:
a) away from it all, alone, but never lonely
b) no illusion or disillusion...charging batteries
THE CYNICISM OF DISILLUSION or Perhaps Hamlet was right.
Disillusion frames the drama of our lives
As we lurch through props and sets with pratfalls tripped
Wood Pigeon soars to self applause and then subsides
Fine woven fabric inadvertently is ripped
Why essay to climb the peak, perchance the ending
Where demise succeeds your rise, while descending
16 February 2019
Listen to poem:
Who knew you were so mechanically incline
My cardiac specialist, you fixed the broken in mine
Who knew you possessed such a green thumb
Growing feelings in a salted heart that was numb
Who knew you could build something out of nothing
Filling the void, the abyss, the hole with your everything
Who knew you could be a blanket wrapping me
Without disillusion, with you, I am who I want to be
deep within my rotten soul
lies hatred and disease
i wander through lonely rooms
knife in hand
blood dripping from my lips
i slice off my skin and bones
words resonate in my wounds
through paths of disillusion i roam
dragging vowels by their weary hair
suicidal corpses trail in my wake
chaos created wherever i go
i plunge my blade in stupid ignorant faces
pray you dont test my rage
I visited the Met* today
And came to this conclusion –
My spirits were revived as if
I’d had a blood transfusion.
For two long years I’ve stayed away
And all of my seclusion
Has weighed me down and filled me with
The sadness of exclusion.
But walking through the galleries,
Enjoying my inclusion,
I feel prepared to join the world
And shed my disillusion.
*Metropolitan Museum of Art
Injustices larger than life
Rage still trembling
Through my weary body
Still in total disbelief
The assault of my heart
My soul my life
My mind shattered in disillusion
Imploding my whole belief system
Betrayed
Feeling ever so vulnerable
Marooned
Disillusioned
Deeply hurt
Brutally attacked
With blows
Directly to the heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on November 25, 2018