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

Poems you may like :

Routine Life

Routine Life short poem

Life appears routine during normal times routine changes to celebrations on festivals routine may turn into agony on death routine may suddenly appear monstrous on set backs routine may feel soothing on day of disturbances routine may look un harmful

Trembling

Trembling short poem

Sparks are dimmed. No use collecting them. I will burn my home to get light. My god was sleeping. Let me use the night goggles. On the ridge walks a silhouette of limping buddha, his neck broken. I did not

How To Kill The Soul In 10 Years

How To Kill The Soul In 10 Years long poem

My mother should be an author She carves her soul into millions of pieces Leaving it behind in all of the family photos When I see my mother I see a woman Who wants to hide her soul in a

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken prose poem

Some paths were never meant to be crossed But they do anyway against all rules These are the roads memories are made of And the people you never thought to ever love A friend to be remembered The one I

Dear Momma Shakur

Dear Momma Shakur short poem

Through the trials and tribulations Let the heavens shining light breakdown An devastation but never let the pain of her king Being taken become forgotten because little do we know We were witness to an angel with the power to

Destiny

Destiny short poem

My soul desires to get there, It won’t be by fate I think, To keep my ways clean, Yes I long to get there, Will you make it my better half? They say chosen few will make it there, I

Process

Process short poem

Starting is the process which energies you, you are all excited, so many ideas, the whole dream is seen through the thoughts, action starts, you come to realize that its more than you thought, its tough, you take the first

Our Room

Our Room prose poem

Pondering yonder sitting alone in littered room, stuff piled as if to hide our despair in stains on the carpet. the night we got so drunk spilling red wine on the floor like the blood that ran from my knuckles

Hiroshima Forgive Us

Hiroshima Forgive Us short poem

Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, drinking the blood of yours, rupturing your children forever. Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, for pushing you into a black hole to never

The Diary

The Diary short poem

I wept at your funeral, saddest to the core of my heart… At home I found your diary…remnants of your soul; You died so young! With so much to do, The world needed you, so did I, Why did you

Failure

Failure short poem

As twilight calls curtain to end the day, I feel so small, I tower among ants, As I reckon the faults from where I lay, For nightly rest, even as regret rants; The bells at dusk, now toll for glory

Imprudent Haters

Imprudent Haters prose poem

The heat of the hate in my face, Is what I get, when I walk around the isle, When all I am trying to do is, Be loving and greet everyone with a smile, Distressingly! I cannot see, anyone responding,

Don’t Tell On Me

Dont Tell On Me short poem

Don’t tell on me, but yes, I can’t breathe no more, This smile concealing my frightened soul, I can’t take no more, Don’t tell on me; have lost myself in all these, I’m just a walking robot, no one sees

Fake Empathy

Fake Empathy short poem

The ones causing misery of contemptuous scorn All naturally be present pretentiously to mourn With affected sympathy an overly visible display Assigned triviality living for dead stand and pray Mocked for held beliefs in absence since revered Daubed with fragrances

Justice For The Childless!

Justice For The Childless! short poem

A year has passed since she lost what made her an avis; A lot has happened since the tragedy and the crisis- Still she has nothing at hand and feels aimless! How is it that solving people’s problems is her

The Lustrous Liquid

The Lustrous Liquid prose poem

The partly clouded sky above your head, The partly wet grass under your naked feet, Those few droplets of rain, the hidden sun, Aren’t these enough to breathe in the sorrow and misery? Let them lose themselves in your lungs

Spring Is Back…

Spring Is Back... ode

In the dale of despondency, Lost hopes finding themselves, With the first rays of yellowish sun, Life is taking a new turn, Baby bird is ready to fly, Singing his first song in the sky, After a long time I

A Monologue On Father’s Day

A Monologue On Fathers Day short poem

Father ! Can you hear me ? I wish to talk to you today If only you could answer And tell me that you do ! How blessed would I feel To hear you once again And rush towards you

Another Fortnight..

Another  Fortnight.. short poem

Just another fortnight, I walked down the corriders crossing hundred lives at various forks breathing,struggling. wondering,watching In the meantime another promising life passed away to glory someone went berserk snuffing out a hundred more with blazing guns.. Lives limping back

Society Today

Society Today short poem

What society are we living in so much of evil and hating for a female it has become an unsafe place no more respect so much disgrace do we need to lock ourselves up and not show our faces or

Emancipated Mania

Emancipated Mania short poem

In a manic trance May seem insane at first glance But in truth I broke the bonds I am no longer society’s pawn My purpose here is clear Emancipation from the fear Sever these shackles that bind The ones transgression

Apathy

Apathy long poem

The dry leaves cover the ground, soon the snow will fall , In the Winter of my life, I know I am there, Everything is so bleak, but I just don’t care. People killing others, for no reason at all,

Me !

Me ! short poem

I, with my simeon mind, find myself doubting all that you are with your body wrapped in humble rags, bound by mortal ties while upon the cross you rise above me in fearful symmetry Your truth, your love, your faith

The Last Guardian

The Last Guardian long poem

I don’t know who gave me the ability to take another life. And is one life worth another? Is it OK to take a life to save another? If that isn’t my decision to make then whose is it? And

Winter’s Poem

Winter’s Poem prose poem

I sit by my window every morning, Wanting, willing to write a poem. The pen in my hand yearns to touch the blank paper, Like a lover yearns to touch the beloved. The paper breathes patiently, The warm sun brushes

Helen Of Troy

Helen Of Troy prose poem

She was considered to be the daughter of god her beauty was praised in all abroad she was the one with a strange innocence with a bit of ignorance it is believed she emerged from an egg as her father

Showdown In The Store

Showdown In The Store prose poem

On that grimy Grimsday morn, The grumble deep and culby, There came a tinker-pick inside His appence crink and bulby. In thrumped a jangle-mangle man, With his coat and hat so hangled, His hair a-plot, his peepers piped, At the

Blood On My Roses

Blood On My Roses sonnet poems

Brambly winds has shaken the buds of your may And may be your coral is much more red And in the blue Mediterranean where she has lay The dreams of a crystalline streams by her bed Past her garden where

The Cage

The Cage short poem

I wondered, What does freedom mean to me? Perhaps, it could be liberty From the internal struggle, That I undergo everyday… In the distance, Through my window, I saw a little bird in a cage, And I wondered, What would

A Busy Woman’s Mess

A  Busy  Womans  Mess short poem

She is every time busy making everything a mess seeking to be fussy raking up her guess runs to the bus-stop with an urge to catch the bus. but she starts to weep when she loses her purse looks around

At The End Of The Rainbow

At The End Of The Rainbow short poem

I was a little kid, reading books, listening to my grandpa and grandma, telling stories about the rainbow. I was fond of it, I was even sharing it, Drawing about it even if I am not good in painting it.

Coming Of Age

Coming Of Age long poem

she couldn’t stop laughing and the electricity hoarded by her belly in secret crept to her spine and began to seep toward the nape of her neck where it would explode like mercury brilliant and ungraspable to lodge in those

Childhood Trifles

Childhood Trifles short poem

Those days the sun flew over me like corn flour, freshly ground at the millrace. Even in winter it was yellow when I pressed it down with my thumb, like an unfastened button on my chest. I could hardly cut

Going Clear

Going Clear short poem

Going to clear my mind, Untangle my thoughts, Be captivated with beauty, all that’s pleasant, enabling. walk with the voice of reason, Enjoy all that’s going well, Push aside what’s stressful. Rest assured with all I am, comforted in my

Birth Of The Senses

Birth Of The Senses short poem

I rise my eternal spirit from the profound hearts of transient men , their blind , undulating senses is my home , Built with latent happiness . Yes , they exist . not impalpable , but clear and wide ,

Blindfolded

Blindfolded short poem

A dented version of an old grudge, blackened lips with an elite song, your relentless search ends in a terminal shock, nursing a green wound. That anguish was still there, and the wild anger sprawled on hidden fractures, false teeth,

Unattainable

Unattainable prose poem

Full of beauty and majestic wonder Beyond the limitations of reason and understanding A sort of- holy enigma With no possible beginning, should there ever be an ending? Ever-watching eyes Always winking, might we share a secret I reach, but

How Could I Know

How Could I Know long poem

Well, a day was planned Just like everyday scanned; When you came, To my life, like a character in a game… How could I know, Fate was preparing an arrow and a bow And I was the target ahead, As

Tale Of The Shower Drops

Tale Of The Shower Drops short poem

Drop by drop they follow to shower, Sometimes heavy and sometimes slower. From the high to the low, Feeling the earth and to flow. Sounding in a delightful drizzle, Healing the land dry to mizzle. Little children way to home,