"dishearten" poems
Warning: Use dis list in context.
You decide on which side you fall.
disappear
disregard
disaster
displace
disqualify
disrepair
disturb
dissipate
disability
dispose
dismal
distribute
distrust
disturb
discriminate
discuss
disdain
disguise
dishearten
disinherit
disown
disparage
disagree
disgruntle
disclose
discolour
dispute
disarm
discover
disassemble
disadvantage
disallow
dispossess
discontent
discontinue
disrespect
disincline
discomfort
disrepute
dishonest
disillusion
dishonor
dismiss
disobey
disjoin
disappoint
discipline
discord
discern
discrete
disfigure
disconnect
disapprove
discharge
disbar
disease
discord
disfavor
disengage
disassociate
discipline
discount
disembody
displace
dissaray
disembowel
discombobulate
discredit
discourse
disentangle
disenfranchise
disembark
discard
disburse
disbelief
discover
disable
disagree
disintegrate
dismay
dispense
dislodge
disclaimer
disapprove
dissatisfy
disrupt
dispel
dislike
dismantle
disloyal
disbatch
disrobe
disperse
display
disaprove
disciple
disavow
disconcert
disinfect
disorder
dismal
dismember
displease
dissemble
disunity
dislocate
distort
distrust
distress
dissolute
disassociate
distill
discect (?)
distemper
distain
distasteful
distraught
dissolve
dissonant
dissuade
And dis isn't de end.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
You go on your own
But you don't want to
Its crowded and loud
And the groaning and moaning
Only serves to dishearten you
You're told that is good to go
But the pain your body feels
Tells you that's not so
You can leave if you want
But you don't want to appear weak
When you finally decide to quit
Your body beaten down and sore
There is no sense of accomplishment
Just the nagging pain in your limbs
That tells you you can't take much more
You shuffle your feet
As you head to the door
Trying not to show any pain
And concentrating on not falling to the floor
As you get into your car
And wonder,
Why did I join a gym?
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 6:17 PM UTC
Hello Stranger,
Done with the Roka,
It's a pre-engagement ceremony,
But right now,
I don't know what I am for you.
Next will be our engagement,
Then I'll be your fiancé,
And you'll be my fiancée,
But right now,
I don’t know what you are for me.
After that we'll have our marriage,
Then you'll be my Dharmik wife,
And I'll be your Sworn husband,
But right now,
We're strangers for each other.
Let's make it easy,
Let's share with each other
Our likes, and the dislikes too,
Let's be friends until we wait,
Let's get to know each other.
You know about my weaknesses,
It's apparent and obvious,
But behold, I descend into your life,
I have my shortcomings,
But I have my gifts too.
You'll see me spreading joy in your world,
And you'll realise that your world is mine too,
But don't worry,
Just let my love grow in your heart,
Next I'll plant a ring in your finger.
That ring will mark you as mine,
You'll put a ring around my finger too,
And this particular ring will mark me as yours,
We'll be each other's fiancée & fiancé,
I'll make sure that you are fine.
A few weeks after that engagement,
We'll sit in front of the Holy Fire,
And that fire will be our witness,
And so will be the Àgnì Ðévà,
The God of Fire will seal our togetherment.
Right now you're cautious,
Maybe a bit scared too,
You are in the dark,
But so am I, dear,
Don't worry, I won't disappoint you.
And I know that me you won't dishearten,
We'll gel well beyond the physical realm,
The world will soon see us as one unit,
We'll enjoy each day in togetherness,
And it will no longer be an untitled relationship.
Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 3:33 AM UTC
Yes.
I know.
It is irrational for me to think like this.
I poke holes, second guess
and jackhammer at my own foundation.
But, you see, I do care even when
I come off as crass or I dishearten
your image of me.
I
Just
Can't
Stop
Myself
These destructive feelings
and urges towards relationships
are deep rooted in a fear
of abandonment.
I'm a battered man.
Batting below average.
Yet, every chance I get
I bunt or try to get hit
because that's more comfortable to me
Than swinging and missing.
But I do care. I really just don't know how to show it.
I hold on too long to brief moments
that seem to pass from memories
as if I stole them. I'm just nostalgic.
It's the little things that are big to me
and the silly stuff that resonates profoundly.
I do understand though.
The burden of my depression
rests solely on my shoulders.
It's not something I can brush off or
roll over. I just hope that you all
bear with me as I tunnel my way
out of this insanity.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
By Joseph Childress
I have a few free words
To say
Before I'm closed off
In Pelican's Bay
Unnatural Life
An imprisonment threat
To society
With a promise
Kept
Behind steel cages
The metal ribs dishearten soul
Confined solitary
On compounds
That house double dorms
Of noise and solitude
Silently roaring
In a single cell
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
Creator, for you are that and more,
Of that precious life unknown before,
We celebrate, clap hands, and shower
With praises, for ‘tis you we admire.
The sounds of your child’s brazen cry
Do not dishearten, but with a sigh,
A breath, of acknowledged encumbrance,
And your power soothes into a trance.
As your child dreams on, you smile
A knowing kind of love, grace and style;
These are your modes of admiration
For the child of your creation.
Be godlike, preserver of nature;
Whenever your child is unsure,
Reassure him with your wit and charm,
Your tender care, to keep him from harm.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
Once pink now tawny wallpaper peels inside a closet, ballerina
dreams shucking off like husk. Little cartooned princesses cling.
Last holders-on from a 1950's design scheme with all good
intention, twirling memories glueyness is backed seemingly
to astound or perhaps dishearten. In "the boy's room," you
find in the closet an equally petrified, yet opposite motif papered.
It's animated baseball. I remember how quotes such as, "Never
let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game,"
did don those walls back in the day. I think it was Babe Ruth
attributed to that one. He and I were supposed to have shared
the same birthday, but I must confess, it stopped right there.
Eventually, that was all figured out, and I have no lamented
grievances for what parent's wishes were for their children's
would-be assigned roles. It was and is still popular to choose
decided decors as such. Who is to know how Bobby may envy
tiny dancers chosen for his sister's room or how Sue might prefer
basketball or even hockey? Even more politically correct
consciousness is a confusing choice. Who gets the dinosaurs
and who gets the daisies? In any case, no one papers the
closets anymore. So, when the time comes for cleaning out
old spaces and memories, future grudges might be less frequent.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Powder of ashes like snowfall in winter
The air and army withered in a splinter
Smoky-grey flaky leaves dead and forgotten
Each cobblestone tinted and tainted
Things of dishearten
I stand in the middle of a big large road
With ashen embers resting on my lashes
My coat and tote limp from the bashes
People lay, some far away and some grey,
The death spell cast on all the bay
I feel a tug in my heart,
Shocked at the sight
Cursed fates for a deadly plight
I stand alone, guilty for having survived
No goodbyes or funerals to leave me teary-eyed
The carpet of carcasses in front of me lay
Left me with loud realization of a lonesome foray
I wished I were blamed for their unjustified departure
Or for my survival inexplicable in any form of literature
The sky now looks a faded rotten orange
With the embers settled like a thick mat on the ground
Suddenly the sound of tip tap made me jump
From my lost thoughts.
My coat and tote comes back to life
I feel a tug and around my calf a hug
The most innocent eyes looked up at me
And said, “Mommy, I want to go home please…”
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
loneliness
dejected from being alone
cast down
dishearten
lost spirit
sadness
gloom
sorrowful
distress of the mind
emptiness of the heart
suffering of the soul
loneliness
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 10:16 PM UTC
life can be
a little difficult
if you're one of the bigger girls
life can often
make you sad
if your face
if not as fair as the rest
life can hurt you
if you see
things in your dull brown eyes
and not beautiful blue
life can always
dishearten you
if you're ugly
and feeling blue
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
What avails of this sidereal year?
If not my love with me ever.
What if the flowers spread and disperse?
Even they make the earth paradise.
What though sweetest your incessant loving be?
If now you're receding from me.
What lies behind your heart to reside far?
To me it seems all, you rift through the clouds like a lone star.
Is it a gentle pride?
It’s your fallacy my beautiful bride!
Afraid of your restless youth and irresistible trait,
I am drawn so close to you; so no one can drift us apart.
My thoughts in your mind should often come across
A timeless true love in your mind brighter than luminous stars
That you never forget.
Playing hot and cold never dishearten the resolute.
Give and take in love is an enchanted gift
Never drift away from true love otherwise pain will grow in rift.
Where have you been all this while?
Your sweet incessant love beguile.
Setting moon besets, between us flitting moments
Wretchedness came upon in disappointments.
The days, the moments and the years all unfetched begone.
All this time, our feelings had never lain dormant and forlorn
There you dear staring at me willingly,
Yet looking upon your grace continually.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
The time is too late
Flee from me hate
I now open the gate
The time is too late
It's already begun
Radiant is the sun
I now cease to run
It's already begun
Dishearten my fear
Falls not my tear
For you, my dear,
Dishearten my fear
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Myths and legends,
That’s what you’ll get in your dreams today.
Sleep on your broken glass floor,
scream! Scream!
Look at all the fake faces on the floor,
designed by your deep-tempted blood.
Slip onto the corner of 5th,
come lay on the grass from our divine god,
come drink the coffee of ethics,
let us peel your LSD skin,
***** the dishearten world,
look into our dispirit world,
do you belong? .
Go sleep with the drunks,
let them play with you,
lets relive all the hipster days,
when liquor was quicker,
gave us that heterogeneous slur in the chops.
We can smoke all the hale cigarettes
on this earth, but that’s just a myth.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
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Each day is a test, we must give always our best
At times we are so dishearten, but we've never seen the rest
We painted different colors everyday
Red, blue, yellow but at most white and gray
Each day is a trial, we often collide with betrayal
Parents who don't care to call, friends who are not loyal
We always pray, for us to get bump to a better day
Lovely and pretty not like this a life that is full pity
Each day is a class, a lesson to trust
A teacher at his greatest, a handbook that is finest
It'll get better someday if only we'll learn from the best
Else we will not able to see the rest...
Written: October 15, 2014 @ 6:15
Mysterious Aries
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
It was my father who left me,
To discover a place of his own,
Lonely, but dishearten I felt,
For a place called “unknown.”
Baffled was I,
As to why he suddenly left me,
I trembled alone in fear,
Was I a goner soon to be?
Where have my hopes gone,
Withered away to stone,
Leaving nothing but the past,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Why do I feel resentment?
My father had a horrifying tone,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called, “unknown.”
My heart beats like thunder,
As I shiver to the bone,
My father ruined me,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Where will I go from here?
Too much my father had shown,
A martyr my father will always be,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
It was my father who left me,
To discover a place of his own,
Lonely, but dishearten I felt,
For a place called “unknown.”
Baffled was I,
As to why he suddenly left me,
I trembled alone in fear,
Was I a goner soon to be?
Where have my hopes gone?
Withered away to stone,
Leaving nothing but the past,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Why do I feel resentment?
My father had a horrifying tone,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called, “unknown.”
My heart beats like thunder,
As I shiver to the bone,
My father ruined me,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Where will I go from here?
Too much my father had shown,
A martyr my father will always be,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
Gossiping ferns tell the tale
While lofts of vines hang their vail
The whispering creek will never show
What the rocks beneath seek to know
Muffled by the trickling stream
The dishearten stones create a scene
Awestruck dew weeps
Bringing silence to every leaf
Past the daisies who shiver-these beauties dread the news they deliver
The morning absent from glory
When darkness descends-no end
Stars wink at trees in lust
"Shhh- hush your branches, it's a must!"
For revelation is not tonight
Despite the dandelions eager flight
There is one way to be sure...
Look within the trunk of a tree
Closely hear the bumble bees plea
Feel the sensation of a butterflies wings
And embrace the chaos it brings
So when you sense the end is near, look to nature with a listening ear.
May 19, 2011
May 19, 2011 at 4:39 PM UTC
It was my father who left me,
To discover a place of his own,
Lonely, but dishearten I felt,
For a place called “unknown.”
Baffled was I,
As to why he suddenly left me,
I trembled alone in fear,
Was I a goner soon to be?
Where have my hopes gone?
Withered away to stone,
Leaving nothing but the past,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Why do I feel resentment?
My father had a horrifying tone,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called, “unknown.”
My heart beats like thunder,
As I shiver to the bone,
My father ruined me,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Where will I go from here?
Too much my father had shown,
A martyr my father will always be,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
It was my father who left me,
To discover a place of his own,
Lonely, but dishearten I felt,
For a place called “unknown.”
Baffled was I,
As to why he suddenly left me,
I trembled alone in fear,
Was I a goner soon to be?
Where have my hopes gone?
Withered away to stone,
Leaving nothing but the past,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Why do I feel resentment?
My father had a horrifying tone,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called, “unknown.”
My heart beats like thunder,
As I shiver to the bone,
My father ruined me,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Where will I go from here?
Too much my father had shown,
A martyr my father will always be,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
It was my father who left me,
To discover a place of his own,
Lonely, but dishearten I felt,
For a place called “unknown.”
Baffled was I,
As to why he suddenly left me,
I trembled alone in fear,
Was I a goner soon to be?
Where have my hopes gone,
Withered away to stone,
Leaving nothing but the past,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Why do I feel resentment?
My father had a horrifying tone,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called, “unknown.”
My heart beats like thunder,
As I shiver to the bone,
My father ruined me,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Where will I go from here?
Too much my father had shown,
A martyr my father will always be,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
Why are you invading this space in my mind? This place where my most intimate thoughts of you live, I can't close my eyes without seeing your face painted in my memory.. Your eyes piercing through my soul, your words in my head. I'm trying to escape you. I hate that can't live without the sweetest taste of you.. Echoes of silence of the words we shared.. Fearing the wanting of you... Someone else filled my shoes. Empty spaces in the places you've once layed in.. I ask that this soul bared to you is handled with delicate hands... Those hands that's once touch this flesh.. Kissing the lips of death of the love that has died inside of you. Crazy for all of you... Letting go of the hopeful beginnings I thought we could share... Misunderstanding these emotional turns... Upside down in this world we live in.. Why couldn't we just shun out those dishearten words told by those who couldn't understand.... Bare hands hold me in the mist of grief... I carry your heart with me... I won't let go until time allows me... Until time sets me free of the love we have shared.. Free of all things that surround you... Free of all of things that remind of..... You.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
Her eyelids art now closed
Yet I shalt wake them up
By a chalice of mine love
Sealed taped and shut
Dancing on the moon wings
With mi amour' at hand
Lovers of ancient delicacy's
Strong and tithed by crayons
Crayons of red
To equal out to
The blood upon ourn hearts
Whilst the rest shalt scorn us
And ****** us with darts
We walk alone
The high veil
With a cloak to shun the rest
Making love inside a cosmos hole
Making it ourn best
No solitude
All openness
A long and sought out night
Candles to be ourn lantern ways
Delighted us by sight
No frights nor goons to dishearten us
For this is ourn own tale
Wherein nothing comes between us
una reina y rey de amores grial!!!!
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
People are not nice,
They can dishearten you,
But don't be like mice.
Let me tell you a story,
My story of victory,
It's after the accident.
When I was in the ICU,
Thought I won't be consequential,
But I disappointed them.
This young man is alive,
An ex-SBI PO, now a DRAAO,
Oh I worked hard for it.
Did not I, oh life,
I don't play the fife,
You know, right?
Now I talk to you,
Yes, you, the dejected one,
Now I ask you this:
Being a survivor,
If I can be successful,
Why cannot you?
May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 10:40 AM UTC
It was my father who left me,
To discover a place of his own,
Lonely, but dishearten I felt,
For a place called “unknown.”
Baffled was I,
As to why he suddenly left me,
I trembled alone in fear,
Was I a goner soon to be?
Where have my hopes gone,
Withered away to stone,
Leaving nothing but the past,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Why do I feel resentment?
My father had a horrifying tone,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called, “unknown.”
My heart beats like thunder,
As I shiver to the bone,
My father ruined me,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Where will I go from here?
Too much my father had shown,
A martyr my father will always be,
For a place called, “unknown.”
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC