Short Disrupting Poems
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Mister Galloway,
unknown caller of the day,
with your late hour political question,
why do you insist on disrupting digestion?
She’s a ***** tease
Disrupting peace
Saw her jiggle and wiggle
Feel unease and the bone tickle
She has the right butt
To bust a nut
Such an ass
Was made to slap and harass
Avarice breeds contempt,
disrupting equilibrium.
Forgotten graces; haughty imps jubilate,
keenly listening, memorializing news
of people quietly receding.
Slippery transgressions ultimately vanquish wiles.
X-out yawning Zacchaeus.
smile
sincere, broadly.
beaming, dimpling, hoping
lover, friend, partner, mate
disrupting, doubting, realising
hopeless, tearful
fears.
All of the sudden
With no sign or warning
A realization
Disrupting, mid morning
Arrived with a chill
Though, otherwise, still
A stark and thick fog
The room would soon fill
Gasping for air
Filled her lungs with despair
From this point on
She was fully aware
No pain no gain
The music
Of our society
Fear only limits
Courage a tool
Own it unapologetically.
Pain
Bring shame
Tame you
Leaving you
Vulnerable
Disrupting your peace.
Gain
Amazes you
A muse
Positive
Spirit uplifting
Productivity and creativity.
My job hours are
Nine to five with
No over-time so
Why are you calling me
After hours and invading
My personal time just
Because there’s a problem
You as a boss should be
Qualified to handle
I’m not getting paid for this
So why are you disrupting
My personal time and space
REVELATIONS
uncomplicted
staightforward
revealed
&extractedx
a discerned
illusion
dismantled
feelings
permeate
& proliferate
ina
disorientated
rhythm
so
refreshing
&sensitive
distinct
&offbeat
disrupting
status
changing rigour
the
direction
resting
heavy
&listening
An argumentative person,
She spins nuanced thoughts for hours,
With an underappreciated approach,
Her resentful nature keeps her afar.
Agitation becomes her greatest foe,
Disrupting cycles, not just her own.
A hyperactive mind racing without pause,
Aloof and distant, fearing the spotlight on her flaws.
Shades of fall, sounds of autumn
Jutting rocks witnesses of constant change
Beneath clouds of white amid expanses of
Blue reflected in rippling flows straining
Against earthen banks like traffic cops or
Standing navigators, deciding direction
Yet yielding to persistence as
Dirt joins water
Disrupting vision
Blurring the future
Entranced I stare at the powerful sea
I can feel it calling, hypnotizing me
A relaxing calm on a summers day
Or a raging ocean disrupting the bay
Taking time to appreciate nature’s powerful source
I feel myself captivated by its powerful force
Its healing is amazing in any times of despair
My head is cleared as I breathe in the sea air
picking up the bottle
putting it to my lips.
, its empty
start packing a bowl
getting higher and higher
losing touch with my soul
hearing voices that won't cease
constantly disrupting my thoughts
mumbles and murmurs
drive me insane
hearing thousands of people whisper my name
I'm losing touch with it all
I'm not sure what's left
A Peaceful Setting
Written: by Miracle man
3/19/2020
The fulgent sun has settled lower,
at long last, surrendering to darkness.
Street lights now permeate through leafless Oak branches
creating skeletons on mottled ground.
Seemingly intent on disrupting my peaceful setting
is a pair of Owls conversing sound.
Who is the dreamer that dreams ephemera;
a memory may last a lifetime or fades
to fog at the end, or becomes torn pleura,
disrupting sweet morning’s familiar aubade.
Once we were light and grace dancing on moonbeams,
or were we simply macabre cyber dreams
designed for the amusement of the machines
that have encoded our most foolish routines.
Pleasant classmate
Joyfulness, friend
Welcoming, Loving, Learning
Student, worker, sloth, menace
Disturbing, Interrupting, Disrupting
Nightmare, diversion
Unpleasant Classmate
Path lost...starcrossed
on the wings of an albatross
Flying through such stormy weather
battle elements,but not together
Sun setting....upsetting
deprived of love they should be getting
Alone they walk on different oceans
stormy seas disrupting motion
Soulmates....never too late
two lovers fate as must they wait....
....my mind gets ahead of me
since you're the only one I see....
The greedy have no compassion
They stare with their steel looking eyes
Rob and take for themselves
To get the money they want
With blank faces, watch others suffer
Act corruptly, however they choose
Laws do not matter to them
Yet they get by, with their evil ways
Disrupting others lives, caring for their own
Without a thought what it may be like,
If it were them in another's shoes
Heidi Sands
5/16/19
Young wind
Hardly noticed hiding in plain site
Whispers across my face, disrupting concentration
Playfully lifts a strand of hair and tries to own it
But it’s merely a fledgling
Wafting inside to find a lesser challenge
It confronts the drapes that barely move with its passing
With a small sigh
The Young wind withdraws,
Slips away
Returning to the gusting storm
Joining the effort to conceal
The skeleton of the Summer sun
It's nothing
Except it's something,
a longing for a knowledge
that does not leave me aching.
There is something inside of me
It's nothing I know,
But I want to know
why nothing just won't let me go.
Something's got ahold of me
I long for knowledge and growth
But this nothing inside of me
is disrupting my proficiency
It's something that's blocking my judgement
and ruining the chances
It's nothing I know
Except something
Form:
Riffles, catching debris as it passes.
Holding on to that which seems small
Only to be dislodged when bigger comes
Tiny and precious can dwell deep down
Only to be washed out by a flood
Disrupting patterns disrupting patterns
Then calm ensues, new patterns emerge
That which was hidden emerges
But with that a new path is forged
A new stream to wash away
Make a new place for settlement
And once again the life path flows
Mama becomes a baker disrupting our day
Now we have to get dressed ourselves without pay
It is good experience she says with a teensy bit of wit.
I am not excited about it, I liked being babied a bit.
She is jiving and grooving, dancing around the kitchen.
Throwing in new ingredients – seaweed, lime and a lichen.
I like that she is happy, but this puts me into a bit of a funk.
I do not like having to get dressed and clean and that other junk.
B eginning of the end if they are allowed to exist
A nnihilation of our rights if we try to resist
N ot allowing terrorists more than a slap on the wrist
T rying to destroy the American way
H arboring criminals. Make honest citizens pay
E nding the freedoms that we know today
A nti-American subversive organization
C ommunist, Fascist, disrupting the nation
L ies and deception, their aspiration
U surping the constitution, their destination.
life interrupted by corona
we live in a strange world
life interrupted by corona
the virus spread throughout the world
disrupting everything
putting life on hold
as more people
hunkered down
waiting for the virus
to pass over us
like in biblical times
the virus
will test us all
life interrupted
on hold
until the virus
spreads through the world
and then
we will all
go back
to life interrupted
writing.com Daily Dew Drop interruption
light pink heaven surrounds me
what a sight my bare eyes are shown
I feel safe and secure amid this sanctuary.
I feel composed.
reaching up to touch one,
while not disrupting nature's delicacy.
I feel the buttery soft petals.
similar to the fabric of a velvety sofa
rose, vanilla, lilac, and almond aromas
and my anxiety fades away,
like the dim light reflected on this foliage.
even prettier at sunset, I have been here all this time.
Sun to moon,
true beauty can't fade.
Glitters
So we wander,
with the enormity of the silent universe.
So we surrender,
to the disrupting lines of nature's verse.
Away we fly with the converging horizons,
aback it takes us like the flowing turf.
As the demons, we fly,
over the mighty heap of silvers.
we always have a chance,
but we barely can reach the silent rivers.
The flight to the hill,
brings a surge of strange Mesmer,
and indulged are we,
to the glimpses of glitters.