"disloyal" poems
Cleanliness being next to Godliness,
Makes our ***** Earth disloyal to its maker.
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Loyalty is something that is earned. Loyalty is built on trust.
We each must be loyal to our own beliefs and our own selves,
before we can be loyal to someone else.
To be loyal to someone means that they have not violated your personal values
They must earn support by being there when needed.
Loyalty cannot violate a person’s choice between right & wrong.
Asking me to lie violates my ethics; do not put me in this position.
If someone is doing drugs, I am being a loyal friend when getting you help.
A loyal friend does what is right, even when others feel it is disloyal.
If I meet you today I cannot be loyal because I do not know you.
If I have known you all of your life, I may not be loyal to you because of past interactions.
Overall a combination of time and actions affect loyalty
To separate these two does not work, for true loyalty resides in a combination of both.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
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
Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one's might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.
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This is a lot more formal than writing it out for you, besides you usually can’t read my handwriting anyways. I’m sure you’re sick of my notes by now, but later in life they might matter, or we might break up and burning them might be part of your healing process. Being with you has changed my life drastically, in the best way possible, I didn’t want to live. I had no hope for my future, I felt as if I was standing three feet in cement and I was sinking fast. And then a man with ******** comments came into my life for whatever reason, and changed me for the better. I want to succeed, be the best woman possible for you, though I make you mad at times because of my quick temper and tendency to befriend a bit too many guys, I appreciate you in more ways than you can ever imagine.
I have never met a man as kind as you, or a man who cares so much about the people he loves. Loyalty has always meant something to me because I never had it; the amount of people that have been disloyal sickens me at times, for I was the one to believe they were something different. Yet, I found you; you are the most loyal man I have ever had the pleasure to meet. Being with you feels different, I have never craved the attention of anyone before, but having you with me eases whatever pain I’ve felt in the last couple of days. Our relationship has been something I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world; you’ve accepted me as myself and loved me for my flaws. I am but a plain girl to be frank, I am not extraordinary or exceptional, but holding your hand, or lying next to you, makes me feel beautiful for whatever reason.
I haven’t had the courage to tell you ever story in my head, or blurt out every thought in my head for I fear I am partially insane. You put up with me wishing I was a leaf, theories on dead birds, and the habit of my resting in too many trees. Just the fact that you’re willing to climb trees with me, or explain how beautiful crows are, makes me fall so deeply in love with the person you are. I understand at times why so many people adore you, as beautiful as a person you are. Being without you feels like two thirds of me are missing, as if I have ghost limbs and I keep reaching out to see if you’re there when you’re not. I love you immensely, though I love you doesn’t compare to the way I feel, words or actions can’t describe who you are to me.
You treat me as if letting me go would be the end of the world and I thought I didn’t understand that until I think of the thought of you leaving. Thoughts like these steal my breath away, and the ground beneath me, because losing you means losing a part of whom I am, and that is terrifying.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
I'm the irreverent boyscout you can't trust that's no help
Cowardice and gluttonous
But hell can I start a fire.
I don't listen, I'm not nice
purity I don't recognize.
I do my own thing,
I never courtesy.
Oh **** can I scream at wrongs.
I'm the grungy kind of disloyal,
You know the sin of the unclean.
My face is never cheerful
And I'm rude to everything.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
A thousand angry fingers are fighting.
"I’m right! Im right! There’s wrong in your writing.”
There’s a war of opinion, it's a slaughter of facts,
as fearful dominions blame who they can for the acts
of hate that they scrape across our tired eyes;
and as we try and decipher truth from the lies.
So soon people point, push, drag and despise
anyone they believe to be the devil in disguise.
“ Hang them, hit them, beat them down.
Don’t let another one of ‘those' in my good town”.
I tried to tie my own tongue and keep quiet.
But my fingers felt need to fight in this riot.
Though I am not seeking a thumb from anyone,
I was beginning to fear I was a disloyal son;
for our mother is weeping for every child.
Whether radical, righteous, anxious or mild.
She’s worried this war, like a fire in the wild,
won’t stop until all is consumed but the ash that is piled.
“ Stop this! Stop this! My dear children!
Life is so much more than the motives of men"
And I watch this war from a cafe in Glasgow;
outside enjoying coffee, crisps and tobacco.
The smoke swirls my head into a strange sense of comfort,
as before my eyes I watch my own world distort.
Where political posts attempt to equal social justice.
Where blood, bodies and bombings add to our numbness.
Where others opinions slowly shape and become us.
Where poets lack rhyme, guidance or substance.
Where In friends we see foes, and in fellow citizens: dangers.
Where we speak with our fingers, and to ourselves become strangers.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
Tell me how it feels to hide and bury your feelings so deep that only lies come out of your mouth,
to be dishonest and disloyal under the surface, yet appear so humble,
to manipulate someone into giving you everything you want while giving nothing in return,
to be loved by someone and throw them away without speaking to them,
to be so afraid that you cannot speak the truth but can still pretend that you are brave.
Tell me how it feels to carry the agenda of a sad man who has no heart in the empty cavity of his chest.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
Shiny shoes, black suit, red tie, red waist coat,
Wasn't ever enough for you? I try
Looking my best every day, take note,
Yet you still will choose him over me why?
You know, you two should not be together,
My disloyal brother, doesn't have a say,
They say young love never lasts forever,
Should’ve steered away, gone the other way,
My true brothers, my friends will stand by me,
Betrayal is the path of a rebel,
I’ll take the last stand and you’ll never see,
This face will skip away like a pebble,
I know that this conflict will end in war,
You’re like the others, just without a core.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
Blood come, blood lust
Pulse and closed trickle
Pledged and disloyal
Come beckon her closer
The red grin dismantles
Flesh as well as the cleaver
Pain left drowned within
Infinite desire
And heir blackens and boils
Skin softer than petals
Split apart for the curious /
The insatiable
Come beckon her closer
Come beckon her closer
We all die in the moment
And live for nothing.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
Tiny droplets on my window
As I look out gazing,
at the stars who light you.
(Droplets.)
Then I've forgotten,
how the sun and moon never share
the sky.
When all is cloistered
by the infinite walls each builds
Only to move forward
with wheels so round.
So I ponder.
From whence do you come from?
Others say
the rain.
From a God so dry,
to drench so sharply
a people
who refuse to even
be chilled.
But have I refused to be mild?
Others speak,
or even laugh about you
being from a wooden cask.
So simplistic a material
born of nature's *****
raised by human hands
killed by a shoe's trample.
Only to be revived
by repetitive thirst.
But have I abandoned value?
A small voice
goes so far to whisper
that you are but
a leaf's residue.
Relegated as lifeless,
you, so clear, have given life
to the colors of autumn.
And rekindled by
the same time
that disowned you.
But have I been disloyal?
Though now as I lie
staring at the snow
a crystal sparkles.
Something
from my own eye
my own bliss
my own sorrow
my own consolation
my own mortality.
Abandoned when I must go.
Or have I refused to be constant?
Notwithstanding your origin,
I touch you,
you will never be the same.
But will I?
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Attack, pressed, cornered
Trapped with no where to go
Expecting, watching, judging
How can I speak when I'm out of breath
Disloyal, appalled, betrayal
Warm faces disguise cruelty
Rushing, gushing, maddening
A lump in my throat, tears threatening to flow
Misunderstanding, misdemeanor, misery
Have to fight the tears, give no satisfaction
Frozen, paralyzed, immobile
Quietly surrendered to the abyss
Crazed, insane, dementia
They can't get me now
Masked with their actions
No emotions shown
They've got me
But I too, have got them.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
i used to think -
how disloyal,
and slovenly,
and unjust of you.
the great king loved you!
but i understand, now, what it's like,
to belong so totally with someone -
your arthur and
my sweetheart -
and to want someone so much that it makes your whole body hurt -
your lancelot and
my agony.
nine tenths of my heart is yours,
but the other part
is his through and through,
and it's going to be this way, always.
i may love you all i like but
i cannot escape him.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
One Sided Love
From far off distance she sent a message of love
Is it what is called my love, love just at first sight
She is so beautiful like a sweet innocent dove
What should my love I do in this deplore plight
She wants me as a staunch true lover for her life
Without knowing that I have a wife and children
She says that age is a number written with knife
And having a family is but not just a deadly sin
Love is beyond any odds, hurdles and constraints
So love me with honesty of purpose and to pursue
Let us follow true path to pure in love like saints
For me my sweet beloved like a moon out of blue
You asked me that I should remain loyal to you
I will remain but I cannot be disloyal to my family
I respect your love my love through and through
Let us love this trinity being in golden love sea
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
I'm not a liar; I'm a great deceiver.
I'll change your words with clever interpretation,
Make your brain believe your body's a ******
Make wood and wetness your highest occupation.
This makes it tough to trust myself. I never
Knew gullible until I thought myself truthful.
And since I also can't trust you--whatever--
I'll teach you to be disloyal. Lies make youthful
Bliss complete, good or evil, harm
Or help, oppression or freedom, logical
Enough to make no sense. So let my charms
And conjurations please you to recall.
My beautiful lies leave truth surpassed.
If we believe them: happiness at last.
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
By Arcassin and Elizabeth
AB:
Flowers blossom,
And sky is bluer than the ocean,
And although it reflects,
We can never witness the motion,
Swimming in the sea of forgotten dreams,
To let go bad memories,
Holy treasons the enemy,
Over lapping actuality,
ES:
Take the beauty of purity,
God's pristine waters,
And cleanse the betrayals trace,
A new beginning for our world,
The dreams of past days again recalled,,
In this our florid wonderland,
Indigo streams bringing,
Divinity unto man,
AB:
Desires to be rulers of the land,
But not enough cargo on the ship,
Tracing footsteps back to endeavors,
Gods creations like wool and leather,
There will be a forever,
Sweat pouring from your head,
And little red slippers,
theres No place like home,
Figures,
ES:
Come together all of planet,
Let one design be in mind,
Share and share alike,
Make of God's realm on Earth,
A perfect reside of care,
Toil for the hearth's fold,
Put to bed the weighty anchor,
Of man's disloyal fife,
AB:
And when it all has reached its peak,
A set to sight on fleek,
If anything , I'd give away my only soul,
Just to save these families,
From the heavens down to the trees,
Everything has means,
Saving purity for one,
Exactly acquired two things,
ES:
To breach the storms,
For good to prevail,
All begin of oneness to other,
Nature's orb configured with man,
Co-existences yielding a field,
Of God's pureness,
The flower's dream retraced,
For our world clan.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
There are two beautiful people
no one would take their eyes off them
on a garden bench they sit, surrounded by flowering plants,
all exquisite orchids, that make the air fragrant,
behold! these lovers hold something in their hands,
sharp like silver ice picks, with a cruel pride
something fashioned from their love it is,
(what is the necessity, I can't think)
but why they wield it carelessly
at the slightest provocation,
hurting each other with every deliberate move?
bleeding from the wounds gets worse
but they get more and more engrossed -
in this blood letting game like an enraged pair of foes,
their moments of togetherness become a war for supremacy.
I am just a butterfly,
in love with every lovely flower
guilty of flitting from one to the other
call me disloyal,
but never dream of hurting any one
in the name of love like this.
no one explained to me why
human love has taken such a turn.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
I actually picked him up outside a bar,
Where he wanted to get in my car.
Next he asked to move in,
I agreed-it wasn't a sin!
Me and him, we go together.
I wouldn't let him go, ever!
Soft pale skin and dark green eyes,
One look at him and I was so surprised.
Best black hair I'd ever seen,
Body frame was tall and lean.
I love the way he snuggles up to me,
And the way he licks me too.
I love the way we cuddle in my bed.
And the way he barks at me when he gets mad too.
Though he may at times be disloyal,
I forgive his nature and leave his mistakes in the soil.
Best of friends we are,
Maybe even more.
Though I doubt we'd ever get married,
That would be a bore.
Me and my dog, Wolfy's the name,
I love him cause unlike my ex's, he's not lame.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
I have no exes
I don't know you if
You entered my life
Played games then left it
Take away my heart
Lead me on then neglect
Thought it was real
From day one a false connection
No more stressing
Heart grown strong it's a new essence
No more catching feelings
At the same time guessing
Disloyal secrets everytime
your in my presens
Every scar on my heart blessed it
I'll take a break
Because my heart need some resting
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
Write some words on my blank page face
They'll trickle down into my mouth
There they'll be slurred, but still flow out--
now yours? now mine?
Shared property?
Joint custody of low opinion
Seems ungainly, seems unwise
when miles of snowfall separate
by hundreds,
tens,
and ones.
Miles of squares and cylinders
Of circles, splotches, mandelbrots
in whites and blacks swarming and buzzing
warring in the hissing static.
Hissing static, searing cold
Underdressed on Tuesday morning. Shivering
chattering teeth mouth curses, shattering
winter air with whiskey breath
and wishful thoughts.
Write words upon my blank-line lips--
"Disloyal," "faithless," "stupid," "shameless."
They're falsehoods, true, but they're tattoos
I guess I'll wear them for a while.
Such lies flow down my throat
Now nameless but for lies, I'll turn
I'll the crawl the miles home.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 5:04 PM UTC
Babble, babble, disloyal and troubled
Get out! Get out!
Who’s there? Why are you here?
How did you get in? My safe haven!
No, no, no! I’m hearing but not listening.
Invaders…on the inside forcing their way out.
People can’t know the fugitives I hide.
They made me do it! Not my fault!
Not my fault!
Whisperings, not of a lover.
Betrayal. **** you, traitor!
You promised me safety. You said I was supposed to feel better!
Where’s my prize?
I’m rocking, rocking, rocking…
Where are you?
All’s quiet on the eastern shore,
I’ll wait for you to come back, my Brutus.
This corner is not the same without you.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
I am
the other woman
mouth full of fire
body of glass
it takes
one insincerity
and I am
sure that you
are disloyal
trust is
a funny thing
uncertain
like a joke
that I don’t
understand
so when everybody
laughs, I assume
the joke’s on me
and sometimes
I am so stubborn
in my solidarity
that I punish myself
for aching
for you
and you become
the enemy
so I spew heated
words with the
intent to burn
I am
perforated
third degree
detonation
I am
so
*******
sorry
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC