"disorientate" poems - Hello Poetry

The blunt surface and wooden ***** Confined within impenetrable walls However reverb dangerously. Numbers reappeared to disorientate me. It was the lion I sought advice from For a dove that had been travelling with a rose With a weight as heavy as its wings Against the torrent of winds and sky. I counted the time as if I were a clock. Gently did it leave while I was not looking, Its music turned down by long fingers That lightly grazed the glasses Like tracing back the steps that I at first hastened. Never again will I see with my lashes curled by Its own Evening Dew. I only pray that the silver soldier marches Next to me with armor close to my chest Close to my eyes so no gaze could ever penetrate.

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Mar 28, 2015

Mar 28, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC

DarjeelingT

Thorns

The blunt surface and wooden ***** Confined within impenetrable walls However reverb dangerously. Numbers reappeared to disorientate me. It was the lion I sought advice from For a dove that had been travelling with a rose With a weight as heavy as its wings Against the torrent of winds and sky. I counted the time as if I were a clock. Gently did it leave while I was not looking, Its music turned down by long fingers That lightly grazed the glasses Like tracing back the steps that I at first hastened. Never again will I see with my lashes curled by Its own Evening Dew. I only pray that the silver soldier marches Next to me with armor close to my chest Close to my eyes so no gaze could ever penetrate.

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As you get to be older and wiser you see with a new pair of glasses. I discovered if you take them off all is fuzzy and out of sinc. I then picked up another pair of glasses which has another view wondering where the old ones has gone. Today i let my vision get real fuzzy and had to focus with the blur factor and this after 16 hours of sleep and contemplation I've discovered i no longer need this pair as i once again lay them down, Someone speaks to me i reach over to grab my glasses and find i now have the originals once again to run out the door and never lay them down again. Much of the visions with another' s pair can disorientate you so bad you forgot where you were at.... The eye doctors, the Physicians office or just a bright window in time to see others visions with your pair of eyes. I feel better now that things are back to my understanding of my life and sleep caught up i will further my writings in the next few days as i haven't been into the computer lately sorry about letting you all drift but one has to do other things once in a while. for their better state of mind. Have a blessed day!

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Nov 13, 2010

Nov 13, 2010 at 4:42 AM UTC

shekhinah-en-ka-mitt

awareness

As you get to be older and wiser you see with a new pair of glasses. I discovered if you take them off all is fuzzy and out of sinc. I then picked up another pair of glasses which has another view wondering where the old ones has gone. Today i let my vision get real fuzzy and had to focus with the blur factor and this after 16 hours of sleep and contemplation I've discovered i no longer need this pair as i once again lay them down, Someone speaks to me i reach over to grab my glasses and find i now have the originals once again to run out the door and never lay them down again. Much of the visions with another' s pair can disorientate you so bad you forgot where you were at.... The eye doctors, the Physicians office or just a bright window in time to see others visions with your pair of eyes. I feel better now that things are back to my understanding of my life and sleep caught up i will further my writings in the next few days as i haven't been into the computer lately sorry about letting you all drift but one has to do other things once in a while. for their better state of mind. Have a blessed day!

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Each word was heavier then the next Punctuations were blackholes Trapping solars through the text Translations read "I am not afraid of death" I am however petrified of a timeline Terrified of an algorithm trying to define the textures of my rhymes And the tendencies of the contingencies that disorientate the frequencies of the bell chimes Pitches that were left to malnourish in these chambers In the same crucible that replaced its rudimentary nature With walls of foam that absorb the most infinitesimal of vibrations Along with windows with shades that annihilate rays of the most miniscule of molecules of the nights constellations I continue mediating Eternally Waiting Forever Creating Until I hear a voice It slices through the vapors Telling me to trek and claim terrain To march to a candice on clay Even though grass was my choice Now Im Forced to grow the green In my psyches Elysian fields Because as a man dress in all orange The color of Freedom will always systematically appeal Faceless reapers come to visit dressed in business suits for a deal A contract drawn in blood to harvest my crops for their sacrificial meals I signed knowing whats to come And at the time I wished to leave with the skeletons Hold their robes of night Dance my digits along their scythe Because I see the beauty in every one of them And I would too That's the purest of truths If I only knew the right numbers to dial But I have no clue So I'll dance in limbo for awhile Until Deja vu Because I was promised as a child That they'll give me a call when its my time I just hope thats true

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Nov 1, 2016

Nov 1, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC

jeremyh

Lets Talk

Each word was heavier then the next Punctuations were blackholes Trapping solars through the text Translations read "I am not afraid of death" I am however petrified of a timeline Terrified of an algorithm trying to define the textures of my rhymes And the tendencies of the contingencies that disorientate the frequencies of the bell chimes Pitches that were left to malnourish in these chambers In the same crucible that replaced its rudimentary nature With walls of foam that absorb the most infinitesimal of vibrations Along with windows with shades that annihilate rays of the most miniscule of molecules of the nights constellations I continue mediating Eternally Waiting Forever Creating Until I hear a voice It slices through the vapors Telling me to trek and claim terrain To march to a candice on clay Even though grass was my choice Now Im Forced to grow the green In my psyches Elysian fields Because as a man dress in all orange The color of Freedom will always systematically appeal Faceless reapers come to visit dressed in business suits for a deal A contract drawn in blood to harvest my crops for their sacrificial meals I signed knowing whats to come And at the time I wished to leave with the skeletons Hold their robes of night Dance my digits along their scythe Because I see the beauty in every one of them And I would too That's the purest of truths If I only knew the right numbers to dial But I have no clue So I'll dance in limbo for awhile Until Deja vu Because I was promised as a child That they'll give me a call when its my time I just hope thats true

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Leave me in the dark Hidden from the world Don't shine your flashlight of lies to me For they blind me Disorientate me Make me confused So leave me in the dark Because there I'm okay

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Mar 31, 2015

Mar 31, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC

YHK

dark

Leave me in the dark Hidden from the world Don't shine your flashlight of lies to me For they blind me Disorientate me Make me confused So leave me in the dark Because there I'm okay

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Swirling its obscurity to envelope and disorientate, Veiling the path both for and aft, Creating shapes of mystery in the dense abstract. Folk emerge and vanish as characters through the billowy grey, Faces lost and found only to be lost again. Everywhere is where it is,but where you seem to be Yet I am shrouded just the same to those who strain to see. The journey of the half-seeing eyes finds only fleeting refuge, Streetlamps burn their blurry beacon for the weary and the lost, The huddled and the homeless comfort in the glow within the gloom. Yet peril lurks in the unknown nooks where illumination fears to dare Hurry on before we discover what is waiting there...

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Aug 3, 2016

Aug 3, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC

richard-wishart

Fog

Swirling its obscurity to envelope and disorientate, Veiling the path both for and aft, Creating shapes of mystery in the dense abstract. Folk emerge and vanish as characters through the billowy grey, Faces lost and found only to be lost again. Everywhere is where it is,but where you seem to be Yet I am shrouded just the same to those who strain to see. The journey of the half-seeing eyes finds only fleeting refuge, Streetlamps burn their blurry beacon for the weary and the lost, The huddled and the homeless comfort in the glow within the gloom. Yet peril lurks in the unknown nooks where illumination fears to dare Hurry on before we discover what is waiting there...

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