"dispossess" poems - Hello Poetry

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.

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Aug 22, 2015

Aug 22, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC

francie-lynch

Is Dis Good or Is Dis Bad (a partici-poem)

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.

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Th’ast dar’d too far ; but, fury, now forbear To give the least disturbance to her hair: But less presume to play a plait upon Her skin’s most smooth and clear expansion. ’Tis like a lawny firmament as yet, Quite dispossess’d of either fray or fret. Come thou not near that film so finely spread, Where no one piece is yet unlevelled. This if thou dost, woe to thee, fury, woe, I’ll send such frost, such hail, such sleet, and snow, Such fears, quakes, palsies, and such heats as shall Dead thee to th’ most, if not destroy thee all. And thou a thousand thousand times shalt be More shak’d thyself than she is scorched by thee.

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Robert Herrick

To The Fever, Not To Trouble Julia

Th’ast dar’d too far ; but, fury, now forbear To give the least disturbance to her hair: But less presume to play a plait upon Her skin’s most smooth and clear expansion. ’Tis like a lawny firmament as yet, Quite dispossess’d of either fray or fret. Come thou not near that film so finely spread, Where no one piece is yet unlevelled. This if thou dost, woe to thee, fury, woe, I’ll send such frost, such hail, such sleet, and snow, Such fears, quakes, palsies, and such heats as shall Dead thee to th’ most, if not destroy thee all. And thou a thousand thousand times shalt be More shak’d thyself than she is scorched by thee.

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*(this poem don't matter much unless you balk with ***** to essay upon, thyself, thy valentine failures, children and ex's who have ex'd you out, sad love songs one more time, even joyous ones, foolishness human, then this intro source code, is an unnecessary winter weather advisory)* a phrase, song~played, scratches, brain self-commands via electric synapse To: the current in-resident body extrude denude private places riff, get to thy work, decompose on them words: in the private places play with the lowly lowest ranking, private, who by nature, sees finer the dirtiest, privy to the privy, privilege them to the most personal, spit/spill/weep/deep some or none of it all, cause the scratch is the poetic salvation to that bitch~itch, write the best you get, dispossess the beastie best in the pvt. places, ain't much/no difference tween beastie and all the crapper rest draw from the private places, cast up to light, revelations devaluations sensations impolite, well kept secrets if you can say it good, then draw it up from the well where the private places were|where sent to drown, and if you can't, no bother brother, after this exculpation excavation, I'll go back with you to adding a rock to the bottom of the pile, the mountain of superficial crap

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC

whereshelter

in the private places (this poem don't matter much)

*(this poem don't matter much unless you balk with ***** to essay upon, thyself, thy valentine failures, children and ex's who have ex'd you out, sad love songs one more time, even joyous ones, foolishness human, then this intro source code, is an unnecessary winter weather advisory)* a phrase, song~played, scratches, brain self-commands via electric synapse To: the current in-resident body extrude denude private places riff, get to thy work, decompose on them words: in the private places play with the lowly lowest ranking, private, who by nature, sees finer the dirtiest, privy to the privy, privilege them to the most personal, spit/spill/weep/deep some or none of it all, cause the scratch is the poetic salvation to that bitch~itch, write the best you get, dispossess the beastie best in the pvt. places, ain't much/no difference tween beastie and all the crapper rest draw from the private places, cast up to light, revelations devaluations sensations impolite, well kept secrets if you can say it good, then draw it up from the well where the private places were|where sent to drown, and if you can't, no bother brother, after this exculpation excavation, I'll go back with you to adding a rock to the bottom of the pile, the mountain of superficial crap

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Shadows. In all directions I look, I am surrounded by shadows that make it hard for me to decipher the dissemblance when my eyes are wide open and when they are sealed shut. Darkness hovers over me like it is fused with the air I am breathing; suffocating me and making me gasp for the unseen that is imperative to keep me subsisting. It seems that my lungs turn into two small plastic bags that need to be refilled every quarter of a second regardless of how abysmal I drag air into my system. With each breath I take paralleling each time that passes, I drift farther and farther away into oblivion. Maybe this is how it feels to dispossess yourself and let the phantom take over what is left of you. Maybe this is how it feels to be lost and remain unsought. Yet even with treacherous memory I now have, there is still a fragment that fails to vanish. It is the fragment that remembers the glimmer that used to keep the darkness away. The scintillation that awakened love, hope, and faith that lounged within me. The light. My light. You.

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Oct 24, 2013

Oct 24, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC

dramachine

Silhouette

Shadows. In all directions I look, I am surrounded by shadows that make it hard for me to decipher the dissemblance when my eyes are wide open and when they are sealed shut. Darkness hovers over me like it is fused with the air I am breathing; suffocating me and making me gasp for the unseen that is imperative to keep me subsisting. It seems that my lungs turn into two small plastic bags that need to be refilled every quarter of a second regardless of how abysmal I drag air into my system. With each breath I take paralleling each time that passes, I drift farther and farther away into oblivion. Maybe this is how it feels to dispossess yourself and let the phantom take over what is left of you. Maybe this is how it feels to be lost and remain unsought. Yet even with treacherous memory I now have, there is still a fragment that fails to vanish. It is the fragment that remembers the glimmer that used to keep the darkness away. The scintillation that awakened love, hope, and faith that lounged within me. The light. My light. You.

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welcome to me, in advance, I thank thee I am an abecedarian a newbie, learning the letters of the alphabet; the green shoot, a beginner beginning, in any field of learning, but stepping out here so carefully in the minefield of poetic works but here I find muy self at your disposal, hoping that my rearrangement of our common letters shall make uncommon sounds, pleasing all thy senses, as your essays, do mine glory and bravery are for the battlefield around this table, I hope to share but courage and compassion, battlefield traits as well glory, none sought, bravery, some but, only to be to mine own self, true, but courage to dispossess my inner self, and you, with com-passion, meeting a welcome reception these from within, I conjure and summon and with these, bid you peace of what I shall compose, are paths yet to be found on no map plotted or recorded, but this I speak with utmost surety, of thee I will surely sing*

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May 31, 2014

May 31, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC

abecedarian

welcome to me, in advance, I thank thee I am an abecedarian a newbie, learning the letters of the alphabet; the green shoot, a beginner beginning, in any field of learning, but stepping out here so carefully in the minefield of poetic works but here I find muy self at your disposal, hoping that my rearrangement of our common letters shall make uncommon sounds, pleasing all thy senses, as your essays, do mine glory and bravery are for the battlefield around this table, I hope to share but courage and compassion, battlefield traits as well glory, none sought, bravery, some but, only to be to mine own self, true, but courage to dispossess my inner self, and you, with com-passion, meeting a welcome reception these from within, I conjure and summon and with these, bid you peace of what I shall compose, are paths yet to be found on no map plotted or recorded, but this I speak with utmost surety, of thee I will surely sing*

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We all got stories. Stories are life's language; language impacts perception - our own, others, and nations. "Stories dispossess, stories malign, stories empower, stories humanize, stories rob and break dignity, stories repair whats broken..." Single stories are scanty. All stories, stitched together, complete the composition of you. Many stories matter - yours. If your life were a book, what would people read about? We all got stories. Share them. All of them. [they MATTER]

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Dec 5, 2018

Dec 5, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC

desireisdope

Making History

We all got stories. Stories are life's language; language impacts perception - our own, others, and nations. "Stories dispossess, stories malign, stories empower, stories humanize, stories rob and break dignity, stories repair whats broken..." Single stories are scanty. All stories, stitched together, complete the composition of you. Many stories matter - yours. If your life were a book, what would people read about? We all got stories. Share them. All of them. [they MATTER]

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To walk in the path of those footsteps before me, Those that led to gilded gateways of valiant hope and glory, Where freedom manumits fierce hands chained to death And heroes' tales are written in martyred blood, stolen breath. These stories shall follow me where'er I go. Their basilic faces would make kings of us all And shed away the wrongdoings of supreme,privileged blood. Yet what makes us privileged than our deeds and our thoughts, And the labors that brought us to what we have naught. These stories shall haunt me where'er I go. This certain romance that exists between future and past, The tales of the old coincide with grieved souls that have left. Those who were soldiers and battalions of fearless digress, Have etched into memory the words we shall never dispossess. These stories shall guide me where'er I go. These stories, the ones that spur the emotions, And tug at the heart, with all the dead's devotion, Have reminded us of wrongs that remain and are kept, Locked away in the deepest part of the cage evils profusely ***** These stories are remembered where'er I go.

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Apr 8, 2014

Apr 8, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC

elizabeth-park

Where'er I Go

To walk in the path of those footsteps before me, Those that led to gilded gateways of valiant hope and glory, Where freedom manumits fierce hands chained to death And heroes' tales are written in martyred blood, stolen breath. These stories shall follow me where'er I go. Their basilic faces would make kings of us all And shed away the wrongdoings of supreme,privileged blood. Yet what makes us privileged than our deeds and our thoughts, And the labors that brought us to what we have naught. These stories shall haunt me where'er I go. This certain romance that exists between future and past, The tales of the old coincide with grieved souls that have left. Those who were soldiers and battalions of fearless digress, Have etched into memory the words we shall never dispossess. These stories shall guide me where'er I go. These stories, the ones that spur the emotions, And tug at the heart, with all the dead's devotion, Have reminded us of wrongs that remain and are kept, Locked away in the deepest part of the cage evils profusely ***** These stories are remembered where'er I go.

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Amazing how opinions Suddenly become facts When the court becomes a minefield And no one ever backtracks They just keep on marching forward Stomping all over the sanity Of those who have no hope of any reward For keeping a check on their own vanity They don't scream it from the rooftops They pace themselves like a funeral dirge Slow and steady till everyone's ready For the real persona to emerge Hyperdrive.... man alive Where the hell did that come from It was hiding in the darkend corner Waiting for the time to be right To emerge upon the senses of those around Who absolutely positively haven't got a clue That imagination is not ...just An abstract situation Where part timers can go to feel Some sense of satisfaction It's a full time job Where the verbal grenades that you lob May make a point or get a laugh Or blow up in your face But if there is dedication To the value that you accepted As a reward For your part and expanding the mundane From small talk and small thinking to.... Revelations and education and new paths To be explored Where the minefields have become diffused And reality has become... so confused By an opinion that has suddenly become Chiseled into stone Where you and you alone Know the combination to The lock........ You possess To a strong box Full of small talk and small thinking That you are always finding is impossible Impossible....impossible..... IMPOSSIBLE..... ............TO DISPOSSESS

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC

keith-w-fletcher

dispossessed

Amazing how opinions Suddenly become facts When the court becomes a minefield And no one ever backtracks They just keep on marching forward Stomping all over the sanity Of those who have no hope of any reward For keeping a check on their own vanity They don't scream it from the rooftops They pace themselves like a funeral dirge Slow and steady till everyone's ready For the real persona to emerge Hyperdrive.... man alive Where the hell did that come from It was hiding in the darkend corner Waiting for the time to be right To emerge upon the senses of those around Who absolutely positively haven't got a clue That imagination is not ...just An abstract situation Where part timers can go to feel Some sense of satisfaction It's a full time job Where the verbal grenades that you lob May make a point or get a laugh Or blow up in your face But if there is dedication To the value that you accepted As a reward For your part and expanding the mundane From small talk and small thinking to.... Revelations and education and new paths To be explored Where the minefields have become diffused And reality has become... so confused By an opinion that has suddenly become Chiseled into stone Where you and you alone Know the combination to The lock........ You possess To a strong box Full of small talk and small thinking That you are always finding is impossible Impossible....impossible..... IMPOSSIBLE..... ............TO DISPOSSESS

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sunday morning and you're not here not that I'm missing you but I'm not there On a pillow and some words My head has come to rest Its not that missing you Is the emptiness I sleep next grind my bones upon on the winds I dispossess I roam to roam no more I roam to blow beneath your door

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Nov 16, 2014

Nov 16, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC

francis-patrick-mcnulty

Grind My Bones

sunday morning and you're not here not that I'm missing you but I'm not there On a pillow and some words My head has come to rest Its not that missing you Is the emptiness I sleep next grind my bones upon on the winds I dispossess I roam to roam no more I roam to blow beneath your door

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Four hobbits are to do one thing... Two flex and look commited. Two whine, while clinging to a ring They have been tasked to yeet! How many hobbits must it take To dispossess a nay-lord? Up to what Gendalf can't forsake Due to increasing payload. I have become a tyrant beyond limits! Man prostrates, elvish people begs. Alas, I have a mortal weakness. Short people with absurdly hairy legs. There's nothing in this world beyond my power, There's nothing in my sight beyond my grip. But **** this helmet that resembles static tower. I cannot register the men below 5 feet. If only I could tilt my head a little, I could have spotted little rascals go! I could have stayed forever ancient evil Whilst having healthy posture over all!

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Nov 23, 2024

Nov 23, 2024 at 12:59 PM UTC

Joy_Boy

How many hobbits does it take to change a lightbulb?

Four hobbits are to do one thing... Two flex and look commited. Two whine, while clinging to a ring They have been tasked to yeet! How many hobbits must it take To dispossess a nay-lord? Up to what Gendalf can't forsake Due to increasing payload. I have become a tyrant beyond limits! Man prostrates, elvish people begs. Alas, I have a mortal weakness. Short people with absurdly hairy legs. There's nothing in this world beyond my power, There's nothing in my sight beyond my grip. But **** this helmet that resembles static tower. I cannot register the men below 5 feet. If only I could tilt my head a little, I could have spotted little rascals go! I could have stayed forever ancient evil Whilst having healthy posture over all!

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This green-eyed deluge Dammed with fear of consequence Refer in third person Because extraction makes a distance from 'I' or so it seems You know you are above this Bird's eye view Unhappy so you look for distractions to numb the strength of the whole spectrum Why is this the most difficult to dispossess Esteem must be cut from this You are above this Do not simmer in this Feel, no, but do not feel.

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC

cderail

Green eyed monster

This green-eyed deluge Dammed with fear of consequence Refer in third person Because extraction makes a distance from 'I' or so it seems You know you are above this Bird's eye view Unhappy so you look for distractions to numb the strength of the whole spectrum Why is this the most difficult to dispossess Esteem must be cut from this You are above this Do not simmer in this Feel, no, but do not feel.

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