#disturb poems on Hello Poetry

Vashisht O'Valerie Jun 2020

You will grow...
Enough to reach your destination and be at peace someday.

But....
Only if you haven't disturbed others peace on way.

You will receive what you give in this universe.

#grow #destination #peace #otherspeace #disturb #reach

Folorunsho Mike Iyanuoluwa Apr 2020

Crying kid

Its nice to hear children laugh.
Not until its 1am.
my kid always disturb me with laughter
not but at the mid of night.
i went to her grave to beg her.
Neither will she listen to my apologies.

Folorunsho mike iyanuoluwa

#nice #children #laugh #kid #disturb #laughter #night #grave #beg #listen

Ikigai Poet Aug 2019

Chaos

The chaos in your heart
is another form of art.
-Ikigai Poet

#heart #art #chaos #disturb #night #beauty #delight #words

Àŧùl Mar 2019

Do Not Disturb

In the warm calm of this dark night,
I prepare for my next fight,
It's not an option, I won't take the flight.

In this soliloquy, I am not so lonely,
I'm with myself right now,
It's not just a trial, I meditate and how.

In this ordeal, I am out of my body,
I need to focus consciously,
It's a fight – it's a war – with great spoils.

My HP Poem #1739
©Atul Kaushal

#do #not #disturb #prepare #out #of #the #body

MJL Feb 2019

Donk

Everyones chillin’
Groovy tunes rollin’
Lowriders cruisin’
Then your loud *** comes along
Takin’ up space
Yours and mine
Wreckin’ smooth
Pushin’ your own groove
"Donk in charge"
No votes necessary
Everythin’ sighs
Bubble on the mic
Doin’ your business
All over the room
Box store cut-*** mule
Nothin’ but unwoke noise
Blow Bull Horn

© 2019 MJL

Car lovers. Lowrider lingo. Rude people are rude.

#low #rider #car #cars #mellow #rude #loud #quiet #disturb #donk

Badshah Khan Feb 2019

Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 22

Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 22

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Willingly I ummah thurab, as passionate lover of my Beloved,

And as a wanderer (Faqeer) , by willingly’ I defame myself with my own will,

Without proper care about this ideal world or eternal fame,

Oh my social fellowship don’t try to think wistfully or sense.

To defame my noble dignity, as you may, don’t grasp my fierce rage.

I myself daunted and scared about my inner rage, Kindly do not disturb,

My wanderer path pleasantly let me be myself,

In the moral sense of my willingly lost,

And let me drown in my Beloved love forever!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019

Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)

#rubayiat #fame #grasp #fierce #disturb #lost #myself

awknight Oct 2018

strong hands; soft gestures

echoes fall on my skin
like ripples of fear
a lonely gaze toward pattern
ignores the warmth behind my eyes
I trace the veins of my hand
rolling bones and tendons
a feeling of solace
the sound of my own breaking
under pressure I caused

a lilac touches the nape of my neck
soft and forgiving
a grace I do not grant myself
serenity found in chills
interrupting ripples
disturbing the disturbance

#anxiety #healing #grace #love #appeal #disturb #bones #veins #neck #society

Cherisse May Sep 2018

i **** at talking to people now.

Why is it that whenever someone tells me
to speak up about my problems and open up to them,
all of a sudden, they just become this
uncrossable barrier, so difficult to talk to?

Why does it feel like
they never really meant what they told me
when they said,
"I'm here if you need to talk to anyone"?

And for the past few months,
it has been increasingly lonely.
I don't want to disturb anyone
whenever I want to talk to them.

If I've ever chatted you randomly, please forgive me. I have no one to talk to and I often tell myself I should talk myself out of ending my life, and share my burdens.

But then again, I don't want to disturb anyone by being the daily source of negativity.

I hate being like this, I'm sorry.

#negativity #sad #lonely #disturb #talking #people

M Solav Sep 2018

Days of Doubt (2017)

There are clouds of sound and noise
That utter thoughts in a muffled voice,
Gestures of hands simply won’t cast out
Cloudy skies in days of doubt.

Like strangers lost in a crowd
Whose cries are buried by the loud,
The loud din of helpless wanderers
Whose presence disrupts and disturbs.

All strangers left on their own,
Islands floating out in the fog;
Orphans with cruel fates to bemoan;
Fates that are swept under the rug.

And who's looking with interest, who reaches down with an arm,
Never so eager to help, neither too late nor too soon?
Who would make this world perhaps a little more warm
And freshen the skies of our cloudy afternoon?

Written in December 2017.

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#clouds #noise #weather #stranger #crowd #wanderers #disturb #islands #orphans #fates