Short Disillusionment Poems
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narcissus, the pond
across the surface ripples
disillusionment
dead in the water, floating
not so koi now, bloated carp
by gail
RSVP of
disillusionment
created a
response
seemly
void of
precautions
over how the
words spoken
would affect
the other
When we think we know, sure we are to fall
And trip and flip and drop the ball
Our knowledge nature writes off as a myth
And ado over what’s at best small.
I awoke
Alone
In a crowded field
Budding potential
Growing amidst
Disillusionment.
Tossed into the air
Stung by the edges
Of chaffs collusion
Separated
From all connection
To whatever was
Set adrift
On what is
©5/3/2023
Solitude...
Like an old sad song...
Loneliness....
Just a day prolonged...
Desolation...
Like an empty sky...
Dejection...
Like a bold-faced lie...
Despondency...
All your hopes dashed...
Disillusionment...
Alone...
And unabashed...
A flower blossoms in the wild
A blooming flower indeed
Glory amid drying leaves
Flowers that zenith
In expanse of disillusionment
Where motivation sprouts and blossoms
Into lonely desert flowers
Standing together alone
In long wait for love.>
All of its nonsense does end here.
World's. Its furthest blown point.
Murky but deathly stilled water's
Of tranquil acceptance.
Even so, which glory, gold leafed
By what hangs and spooks round
Spreads, for ghosts of disillusionment
Cursed sounds. In abundance!
Once upon the dark
walking in the fields
Mark my words
The blind confusion of life
Peaceful walking
Paying your last respects
One by one they pass me by
When I consider my disillusionment
When your time is close at hand
light causes strange illusions
Just remember be strong
Frayed Bell Ropes
Time
did not
disfigure her
nor disillusionment
disarm the strike of clapper’s tears
shed in the agony of renewed peace.
fraying bell ropes forgotten joy
calling
home
6/4/2017
submitted to – New Form – The BELL – Poetry Contest
Peace love and hope
Said brother, kick the dope
I might have relapsed a time or two
But never thought I’d kick the booze
Was love so misguided that I
Sought peace in a semi-permanent
Disillusionment and drunken haze
And hope that there was still
An aspirin on the floor
And beer left for a hangover cure
I can feel your heart beating
faster, faster
I close my mind
and fall
down
down
down
suddenly
I'm lost in the sound
My world becomes
the blood
pumping through your veins
My world becomes
the sound of your voice
muffled in my hair
I lose myself
sink, melt
in the warmth
and comfort
of
disillusionment
Tiptoes on timid,
balancing on fear
you peeked at perfection.
Chiseling abundance
into limited hopes
you can only pray for more.
Chances did not weep
only regrets paved a paranoia.
To shun years of disillusionment -
tribulations await rewards.
Boxed fears deliver
ambiguous results,
pain assured.
Yet the call echoes.
Prufrock’s Symbolic World
Metaphors-Extraordinaire
Thomas Stearns Eliot
Metaphysical consciousness
Aura of aging and decay.
Streams of consciousness forever
Proto-disillusionment
The mermaids singing each to each
The mermaids will not sing today.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(January 14, 2015) (Double Dactyl)
on a silent night,
the shadows surge.
seeking the light,
on life's eerie verge.
nothing’s more kinder
to my fading heart,
than the sore reminder
of my pervading art.
in my restless void,
dreams will emerge.
things once enjoyed,
now just an urge.
all paths lead to here,
to these moments of dire.
nothing is real i fear,
so i’ll dance in the fire.
Manual labor, sweating, straining, backs sore
Obnoxious and stubborn behaviors, family upset
Violent screaming, threats, tears,
Irritability, tiredness, insomnia
Nasty moods and attitudes
Grumping, griping, grunting, gripping,
Disappointment, disillusionment, despair,
Anger that we left our family and our real home
Yearning to believe things will be better here
The dandelions spoke gibberish today,
their wishes in disarray from a roiling wind
sweeping through lowland fields and meadows,
and among the gnarled roots of elder trees along the riverbank~
I squint my eyes trying to shade them from the glow of the setting sun,
to watch bubbles of joy
from yesterday wash downstream
toward the dark valley of disillusionment.
Pugnacious crystals deflect penetrating light
Eyelashes dance along cheekbones come night.
Dirt-faced dignities transfix as delusions
Desolve dainty dandelions with nuclear fusion.
Sweat gathers in sleeping crevices along slacken skin
When deserved disillusionment wields unlikely fins
So set for disharmonization and discourse
Towards the mist of bogs and perverse intercourse.
Before the spill there was
soaring. And then anti-g.
I readied myself
for the ultimate fall.
This was the poetry of submission
sharing the pain of disillusionment.
Who was pretending of liberation
in a see-through heart ?
This was the time when
you run amok
under pheromones of dead clones:
the drowned dreams.
Pelting stones at moon
we were made for each other.
Satish Verma
They paused neath a tortured moon
whence delusions met ocean tides,
eliciting a volatile hurricane's vortex
masking intentions in the sand,
whilst escaping horizons surrender
under disillusionment of passion
in posthaste of sunlit warnings
hidden amidst clandestine shadows,
wherein night no longer shaded love
CONTEST 247 any form - Brian Strand
Where to now?
What can be done
to change
a life
so dependent
on hurt
rejection
and disillusionment -
to make it yearn
and laugh,
sharing all -
gaining soul?
Which path to follow?
What road do I take
to fulfill
all I ever wanted -
to love whom, I choose
and be just me?
Tell me
for I need to know -
a whispered answer
is all I need...
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
Ha! Worthless you say I am,
but I still remain calm.
You tweet and facebook
friends you hook
up with, telling them I dress
as though I am lost in a fashion time-lapse,
dressing in sixties’, seventies’ and eighties’
in a ‘‘more dynamic” world.
On your part,
you have made fashion to be your religion,
making your pockets empty, and your mind
full of fashion concoction and disillusionment……
My concept of existence,
Was like scenes from a distance;
Green, lush, many floral-filled,
By which anyone gets thrilled...!
When twigs and dry trunks appeared,
When turns and twists made me feared,
When skin and flesh, like clothes, smeared,
I knew life, often, is geared...!
I aim at something, but hunt,
Everything that I confront;
Strife ends like a filmy stunt,
Sadly, I bear every brunt...!
12 January 2023
she shows her battle scars and all i feel is numbness,
he flaunts his maidens and i overlook the dumbness.
she cries woes of heartbreak and i cannot feel pity,
he weeps waterfalls of failure and i fake some integrity.
she hurts me the most when she berates her busy nature,
he wounds me the deepest when he complains of his drained stature
for when all you've lived is a life of monotony
you start wishing suddenly for a lobotomy.
Bury my heart
Where I can no longer find it,
Where it may lie unscathed
By you, or love or pain.
I can no longer stand
To suffer with the cycle
Of hurt and disillusionment
If they seek me out again.
When ultimately sunk
In a deep grave for protection
And covered up with dirt
And left alone for sure;
Then please, you must forget
Of where you thought to put it
And let it rest in peace
And look for it no more
sitting alone inside your box..
where all your pain and disillusionment rots
breaking free of the intense emotions
gasping..
choking..
deep inside this ocean
struggling. .
fighting..
becoming a desperate soul. . .
eyes now dark as coal..
So very empty and cold..
complacent in life..
revelling in everyday strife..
your pain,I'll devour..
evil, twisted, haunting...
soured..
forever in this wasteland
we call life......