Distrub Poems

Distrub poems bring the best collection of short and long distrub poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great distrub rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these distrub poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on distrub are here for you.

Sand Witchd

Sand Witchd short poem

If I tell the truth I disturb her mind If I tell lie I lit her mind I am often Caught in between Truth and Lie I get disturbed if I hurt her I get more then disturbed If I

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Modern Man

Modern Man long poem

He’s a very famous actor who married an ordinary woman and while he spends his days honing his body for the kind of violent pornography they pay him to discharge, learning to compress his abdomen to crush walnuts spit out

Headlines For A Grim Thursday

Headlines For A Grim Thursday long poem

The Koreans are trading artillery shots a few more young lives shredded all those safe old crows remaking nests eyes so dark you can’t see them when they shift focus you think they’re watching your hands until you feel a

The Divine

The Divine ode

He awakens To a wicked world Of His own design Where the Damned Live amongst The Divine Their perfect little lives An illusion Fueled by vanity As He searches The darkness for light And His sanity Rythm of the heart

Color Change

Color Change short poem

from known to known fear moves in a circle, like a cheetah; a jounery starts from shivers to shivers – when it was pouring the taste of sting ascending loosening beside between the lips a word strieks, terror spills from

The Protagonists

The Protagonists prose poem

Some always want everything to go their way like the biggest protagonist And spend sleepless nights in search of a way to be the biggest antagonist Expecting to maintain their luxurious and privileged life styles like a true monarchist Yet

This Must Be What They Call Pain!

This Must Be What They Call Pain! short poem

Am I alive? Is this a dream? Won’t I ever wake? Will I forever scream? The mind says, but my eyes don’t see, My soul wanders like a flowerless bee. Each step I take amongst the endless waste, Minefields of

Thankful

Thankful short poem

I hate that feeling when I open my eyes, I hold my breath in dread, Will today be a morning to rise, Or will I just stay in my bed? I make my plans in hope that I, Will be

An Ode to Maya Angelou

An Ode to Maya Angelou ode

Your beautiful spirit has found
 it’s way back home. Your golden smile will always be the sun of so many people’s lives. Dearest Maya, as a caged bird
,You told your story to touch 
deeply, and profoundly. You deserved to be

The Eclipse

The Eclipse short poem

A dark night to pass by… Or is it a tunnel to eclipse my sky? Is it a pedantic whim … Or a lambent light exists at the brim? Confusion argues in my mind, Am I searching for divine? I

Restored At The Last Breathe

Restored At The Last Breathe long poem

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

The Difficulty Of A Memory

The Difficulty Of A Memory short poem

One difficulty still haunting him That time could not absolve Was the invisible sense that would come over him Deep in the night when suddenly, forced awake From exhaustion, he’d remember the war A village, a road, or maybe the

Adrift In Daydreams Upon The Banks Of The Nile

Adrift In Daydreams Upon The Banks Of The Nile prose poem

An average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt forms an alluvial plain that spreads outward in a fan shape from sedimentary deposit whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built adorning arid topography invaluable like the aorta pumping blood

Shadow

Shadow short poem

I stand alone at the busy street The street is crowded with footprints Vehicles and the blowing horns But I feel all alone. The light of life goes away from my eyes I feel death comes to me with a

Ubiquitous

Ubiquitous short poem

Sought by lasting connections, Throughout many directions, An ideal still remains, To us virtues accompany our name. Well though suffering on, In physical motions beyond, Every iota of faith, Around the same time every day. There just past valleys of

To My Tassie

To My Tassie short poem

My love, my wish, my fiance Her love, her lips , her heart is what I want. Hearing her voice every morning makes my day That sweet feeling when I’m with her doesn’t go away. She’s the perfect to me

Lessons Learned

Lessons Learned short poem

I learned how to earn a person’s respect, By being proud of all the life’s I have wrecked. I learned how to trust and to always believe, By assuring I always set out to deceive. I learned how to love

Regeneration

Regeneration prose poem

The bright red sun blisters my dreams When I wake softly like a fragile flower unfolding for water to take to grow Learn as my memories of flying high into the sky above the deep blue sea Rivers rapid flowing

Who Are We

Who Are We short poem

Who am I? A pure soul who’s supposed to witness slaughtering of dreams and souls but never reveal for the sake of graffiti Who am I? A beauty to be shown off and endure every pain without a single drop

I

I short poem

I left this world today I didn’t bother to pray I stormed the gates of heaven with delight I walked upon the pearly gold streets I was upset their was no one I knew I didn’t have a clue I

Just Let Me

Just Let Me short poem

Let me push away the darkness, And let the sun rise high. Let me forget the past, And let me forgive myself for all the faults. Let me wipe all my tears, And let me throw away all the fears.

Love Sonnet 32

Love Sonnet 32 sonnet poems

How do I start this journey to your heart? From charts or auguries for direction? Should thousand ships from port with me depart, Yet East or West, where lies your affection? As steepest slope, ravines or swiftest stream, May stand

An Ode

An Ode ode

Longer than love lingers in lives thoughts of death preoccupies. your brother, your friend, your mate, your mother, all might leave you with some kind of wonder at their lifelessness left behind; what spark was there? what chemical bind— moved

Warmth Of Hand

Warmth Of Hand short poem

I still can feel the warmth of your hand on mine My eyes carry your beautiful figure and image For my lonely soul beauty was fine like wine For excellence of love chain let be on one page Let us

Believe

Believe long poem

I don’t believe in destiny for the leaves of my book are clear and the pen that I hold in the fast flowing ink will form words that start to cohere. I will not believe that the road ahead is

Stupidity

Stupidity short poem

Today, go undivine with me and remain untouched, in dwindling love of faith. A forerunner of nothingness in a theological mess, breaking the mirrors in a slaughter house, finding a god. Collecting ruins of sounds, veils, traversing the fecundity of

Me

Me short poem

I travel between two worlds World of imagination, another of daily settings. I work, I talk, I sleep and eat And do all things, all for common blessings. My essential hours guide me To assume my conscious self Amid the

The Stormy Sea

The Stormy Sea short poem

The sea is stormy Like my mind, The tide of thoughts Ebbs and flows Just like the waves That lashes the shore. My thoughts are wild The sea is stormy Neither can be contained Within their periphery But have to

Love Forever

Love Forever short poem

You and me Two different entities Each bound by our own creations Yet our love has made us one. Two souls became one Without any differentiation We carry our life Like the two banks of the same river Never meeting

I am alive

I am alive short poem

The day has been ghastly but I have survived the desolation desperate like a mast-less ship at the high seas with the anchor lost too just waiting for fate to toss and turn and throw me to a shore but

Bone Of The Soul

Bone Of The Soul short poem

earthy, dark, below ground. no crystals here no cave, no tight spaces we have a freedom I cannot see. it takes a child to show to me . talk of sea spray early years, and price of food these days

The Search

The Search short poem

Endless search false starts hope lives on through broken hearts fate will tease gives a peek grabs it back a cruel streak Illusion perhaps a dreamer’s mind a fairy tale you’ll never find or even worse unrequited disenchanted hurt and

November 22, 1963

November 22, 1963 short poem

My mother had just put me down for a nap And was folding clean diapers on her lap When Cronkite broke in on her show And announced for everyone to know That JFK had been shot in Dallas He didn’t

Last Flowers

Last Flowers short poem

A hero demands affection, the heat for a surrogate role of a saviour of oppressed. Deafness increases towards the integrity of a failed man. To become something after impotence with implicit metaphysical rags worn in chains of blind silence. It

Desire

Desire short poem

My thirst is oozing with the champagne Romantic twilight after the sunset Melts into our mutual craving Come closer and fill the goblet Feel the pulsating heart, The tingling passion The lingering urge And watch the floating dreams Sparkling in

Trinity

Trinity short poem

Even the sleeping genes learn from their crashes with needles in eyes. A candid house chooses to fade after thinning of a blessing. Legacy of a heretic lives, dragging down the cracked joints of a frozen mirror. The wild lips

For The Clotting

For The Clotting short poem

seething yet silent in land of outrage: strictures of life, my eyes will not see the setting sun; this was the blind spot before the battle starts and spine turns into ramrod in hot sun – to speak the version

Music

Music long poem

Weary soul needs to survive Broken heart must stay alive Where word is not sufficient Music is efficient Flows from the ear to the heart Strengthens soul set apart Uplift depressed spirit And make sadness exit Music acts like magic

When It Happens

When It Happens short poem

It starts with a smile, Makes your world freeze for a while. It gives butterflies in your stomach, Makes your dictionary void of IFs and BUTs. It converts days into night and nights into day, Makes you dream cold in

Tale-bearer

Tale bearer short poem

They were counting the bullets and bodies. The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back to their owners, but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains. The leaves are falling on the make shift home of