"deactivate" poems
Allah created the universe
With plenty of beauties
And entities
Eid being a marvel
In His creation.
Its a jubilee a jamboree
Islam golden moments.
Laughter smiles joy
Foods delicacies cuisines
Visits greetings hugs
All in this finicky day
Commemorates agitation
In our islamic entity.
Its surely a jubilee.
Eid a cheerful day
Eid be the morning star
The star that shines,
That shines in a shiny
Shining cloud
Dont you admire this?
Dont you?
I suppose it to be a jamboree.
Eid is here
Embracing do not fear
Eid is a pearl
In the shells of oyster
Rise up and liberate
Jump and hail
'Eid Mubarak'
Eid indeed a regal day
All this is ours
Ours for the taking
Ours for the loving
Ours for adorning
Amid our pride and passion
We shall slogan ourselves
'Eid Mubarak'
Eid a sheen,
Deactivate all forms of sins
Attained in all sorts of scenes
Satisfaction let it be seen
I admit that we do all sheen,
Caution we be keen.
A jamboree I incarnate.
Eid an endeavour
Allah put up this favour
Exquisite and dainty forever
This majestic day never shover
Blessings absolutely covers
Its a jubilee a jamboree
Islam sparkling moments.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
**The weary mind in turmoil writhes
and slumber will not come.
The moonlight seeps
like latticed withered vines.
I listen to my heartbeat,
in the silence like a drum,
And through my shuttered eyes....
see strange designs.
The night will not take me prisoner,
and bind me to restful sleep.
No dreams, or any respite,
no way, my soul to keep.
Groaning as I turn myself
to rest beleaguered pain,
I stretch to ease
my tortured back and sigh.
Then I fluff my pillow
to deactivate my speeding brain...
Rolling in the covers,
as my body sweats and strains,
seeking to lose myself,
discarding all, my pains
But my eyes are wide...
and still the question..."Why?"**
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
Amanda Catching;
the unworthy Angels
as they fall-
Is a job
Only you
could do.
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC
Yes it's my birth date
the day I fell back to Earth
I do celebrate this weakness
as I deactivate my protective shield
It's just one day in a solar year
when all can see me here
they will see a fragile man
without his protective shield
The last of his kind
a lord of time
a master of rhyme
warchild feeling so fine
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Hello Poetry. Sad,
I Know. But there are
just too many things
I don't like. I hate to
be rude, or disappear
without notice. So I'm
posting this first,
and then, in a few days
will deactivate my
account. It's been a pleasure
knowing and reading
you all. I've been
very active on
DeviantArt, if you're
interested. I'll put
a link in the author's
comments. Follow me
there, and join me
too! It's a wonderful
community of
artists. Much love to
HP! No hard feelings,
please.
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 4:04 PM UTC
I’ve never been a member of the blue-place,
for longer than 30 minutes,
before abusing the deactivate button,
I guess i’m channelling my inner-old-person,
By asking numbers to be pressed instead of keys
My ‘hi’s’ and ‘goodbyes’ became signposts screaming - ‘ADD ME, even though you couldnt care less
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 6:23 AM UTC
the clock nears three AM,
and the "five minutes to" alert
pops up,
long overdue,
uh oh,
a task in need of completion,
a guilty conscience,
a simple love poem
needs to be written!
more than most,
perhaps, best,
can't be sure,
but more than most
is holy satisfying
for me
more than most,
a standard met,
perhaps understated
yet, highly realistic
for is real
not
the edge that love needs
to transcend long beyond,
far after,
initial heated intimations,
the noisy, now ancient,
initiations
real,
that place where
fantasy connects
skin and hair,
bare shoulders,
that more than most,
I kiss with simple pleasure,
best described as,
sustained, sustainable,
better than
better
real,
is that not totally,
more than most?
I love you
more than most,
for to claim,
more than anyone,
who can tell?
so now
you sleep,
your blonde tresses messes
my damp pillow,
and i am satisfied,
content to claim,
that to love you more,
more than most,
is ample, profound,
real,
and by that,
indeed,
for that alone,
is excellence unsurpassed,
a measurable measure,
that satisfies my task
well
now can rightfully
deactivate that alert,
that "to do,"
done,
unto and until
some sleepless night,
when again,
it self-actualizes,
self-activates
while smiling down upon you,
more than most,
certain,
almost positive,
but never sure,
come morn,
that you will love,
this poem,
more than most...
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
Deactivate.
Go ahead,
Delete Your Life.
Deactivate.
You,deserve
demise.
You'll see the light,
when you close your eyes.
Do it, Do it
don't think twice.
The tears
will no more
be.
Don't you want
that
prize?
evil streams
frame
your face:
end it now.
make the choice.
© J-d S. J
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
They say that time is just a metaphor, extra stress humans create
Tell that to the man who’s got a time bomb to deactivate
I think in hours, minutes and seconds, the clock takes control
The minute hand constricting my airway, while the hour hand picks at my soul.
And please don’t let my irrational thoughts push you over the edge,
I could really use a friend, I could really use a friend.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
i swear to god im going to stop
yes ill crumple my pack
and pour out the bottle under my bed
unload the shotgun
deactivate my account
and put my pen away
not because you complain of my odor
or that i stumble too often
or that im trigger happy
or that i post like theres no tomorrow
or because the verses i author
are vile
accusatory
explicit
pathetic
needy or
inflammatory
but because the first is the best day
to trick yourself
into existing just as you should
into being someone that
a partner might actually want to be with
i can
i can do it
and if a pledge isnt good enough
im selling tickets
general admission though
first come first served
and honestly you should
get there early because
this is something that everyone
is going to want to see
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
I have seen a lot, yet I've -
not seen enough.
It’s all been gone for so long now,
And time has forgotten us.
Mangled, crude, palettes of motion,
dizzying the senses;
All trying to deactivate,
and acknowledge the moment.
… You are eternal in thought.
I haven’t seen enough. You still
tell me, a lot.
Our faces will change in the night,
but yore memories will not.
Melodious, compulsive, silences in rhythm,
enrapturing harmonics;
Desperate to inseminate,
in which, we are broken.
… You are eternal in me.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
Why did you block me
in real life?
Why have I changed
my privacy settings for you in the first place?
You could delete me aswell,
you don't even have to click.
And I'll deactivate my feelings for you.
So
*******
simple.
Not.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
Weary do the shields of my eyes achieve a state of such
Toil is the day's reception to my work of much
Night ascends to the mind as the sun begins its rest
More the wake does more the shadow be addressed
Cold I become and want for the warm does it to me infect
Life is an angel under the cover but outward it is a defect
Need do I escape from the hardship of the daily chore
As I make full of a wish to reproach my tire in this lore
The bed is a place of night salvation that I lovingly caress
The demon of cold is it a safe abode from that I eternally bless
My head shall it slumber upon the clouds of comfort
Such a ritual relieves me from a duty of holding alert
Stress will vanish as mist in the humid of the summer
Machine of function will it deactivate for the dream's mummer
The feet retire to soft from standing on the surface of hard
To ease is to embrace a gift from the Creator of the Yard
The mission is to allow human nature to take the nightly course
Do not disturb this easy task for it I will reciprocate with hoarse
Cannot I stay functional for all's time and grant you the satisfy
As the sun cannot be stilled for eternal light and other gratify
Hear I must for the lullaby of none to soft to give me the advance
True be the rising moon and false be the blinding sun in my stance
A theatre casting me the role of the corpse for the night's occupation
It is a transition from the hell of wake to the heaven of hibernation
Home is not material but the heart's settlement of love
Freedom I have liberated myself to from work's shove
Awakening is a prison sentence and unconscious is the escape
Morning do I wish to remain in this world under the drape
Unfortunate is the force of nature to allow the night to sail
Arrival is the day's light of blind and the cold's powerful hail
This transition is a paragon of survival tests for all human
Two paths are the endurance of ****** wake or forever numen
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
1. when you feel an episode coming, shut down. shut down from everyone. deactivate your facebook. don't talk to anyone for days. keep on staring at that wall like it will magically give you answers.shut down until you feel the void inside of you lessen its intensity. until you calm down.
2. drink until all you can feel is the food that's coming up your throat waiting to be vomited at any nearby gutter.
3. stay clean. and then relapse a couple of months later.
4. tell everyone who will listen about how you "feel" stuck but in reality you just can't do anything about your current situation, therefore making you stuck.
5. doubt everyone who even tries to show the tiniest hint of their ability to be able to love you.
6. drill into your head and accept that you are not easy to love. and that you can't demand for it.
7. if you really want to survive, ignore all of this. these are the things that we do when we feel alone. when we feel that no really can love us. but they do. and they can. and they're out there.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
And I’m afraid of you but it’s not your fault.
Because everything is grinding on my wires right now,
yeah I’m tense and still so much I’m paper-thin.
It feels like my bones are hollow and with nothing to hold my body
I’m caving in.
I just feel naked right now, I just feel frail with self-doubt, and insecurity.
And so I show up at your door, hoping you can put me together like before.
But I’m too weak to feel quite sure, that you’re safe (for me) right now. But I know that it’s okay, to be afraid around you.
Because you let me feel what I need to feel when I’m here.
And you be the balm to my frayed nerves and settle me,
and lighten me,
and soon enough my head that’s plagued with ghosts, will be debugged by the thoughtlessness of haven in your arms,
yeah you deactivate my false alarms.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
I want to opt out
No one knows this because no one understands this.
This is not a suicide note
I've been there before
This is different.
I want to just opt out of the simulation
Exit the program.
Deactivate.
I can't,
Wouldn't?
Shouldn't!
****
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC