"disqualify" 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
Often times people say go to the gym, “It’ll make you happy, and you’ll feel energized!”
These are some of the things I’ve experienced or thoughts I’ve manifested over my teenage years. Ahh yes great ol’ puberty! Onto adulthood, yikes!
Go to the gym and lose that extra weight that your family and so called “friends” have been passively judging you for.
Go to the gym, but don’t lift weights because you’ll get bulky, and no one will ever love you if you look like a female Hulk.
Go to the gym. Go to the gym. I hear this left and right. But I fear that I’ll embarrass myself and that everyone is watching me.
Anxiety and panic attacks hold me back. And what happens when that clinically depressed person is told time and time again to “just work out” and “get out of bed; it’ll make you feel great?” What if they just came down from a manic episode and crashed? What will people say then?
Well I know what I want to say:
This isn’t as simple as the morning blues or that feeling you have after listening to a sad song that reminds you of your past. (Not to disqualify those emotions whatsoever.)
Depression is the ruminating thoughts that no one loves you or ever will. It is feeling so empty that your appetite is nonexistent and your motivation to do what you once loved is gone.
Anxiety is holding your breath and forgetting to breathe, so you just sit there in pain until finally someone or something reminds you to release.
Release all that you’ve built up. Stop the isolation, and share what’s on your mind. It’s not easy. Trust me I know.
Two days ago I went to the gym, and yesterday I went to the gym. Can you guess what I did today? I went to the gym despite every fiber in my being telling me I couldn’t.
I had the support of my mom and sister. Find a gym buddy. Start small because all the machines and strong people can look intimidating. But they all started somewhere and now you can too.
Make a goal. Something that is not too small or too large. For me, I’m training for a 5K that’s in the beginning of May. It will be challenging yet doable.
Sometimes none of us knows what we’re doing, and that’s the beauty and challenges of life. Don’t quit after one try. Your journey is now starting its new chapter. Stay in the present moment, and keep going. I believe in you.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
A race between the Flash and the Man of Steel
This would be a competition for real
Who do you think would move fast?
Who would you think would come in last?
It’s a possibility in what could be
Imagine two Super Marvel’s in a race too see who is truly great
It would also show their sportsmanship in how they both relate
It would be a run to the finish
The winner being triumphed and distinguished
This wouldn’t be a race against crime
That story is another time
Flash moving at the speed of light
The Man of Steel feeling a bit uptight
The Man of Steel would be disqualified if he were to fly in order to win
But the Man of Steel coming from another planet, would that automatically disqualify from then
A canny detail
But the policy remains in order to preserver
It was Flash in the lead
The Man of Steel was maneuvering in proceed
Just around the bend
It was Flash being the champion at the very end
Well the Marvel Hero’s shook hands and are off to fight crime
This will be until the end of time.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
when I catches of you in I’s mind
at once I converts to a cloud in the sky
because I knows a cloud is no different than you
a basketball bounces to draw the boundaries of a back yard
a bearer space made of sounds of a game
cloud is such a temporary vessel
carrying you’s finiteness
or I’s desire of home coming
distances in between disqualify
exemplifying all I ness outside
you becomes I
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
You know
Don't you?
You see my picture
A Yuppie
Clean-cut
Straight
Selfish
Greedy
No problems
Just endless opportunities
But why do you think that?
Are you prejudiced?
Well?
Are you?
Is it possible
That maybe
Just maybe
I'm mad too?
That I can relate to you?
Do I have the right
To swear?
To hate?
To be angry?
Or am I too clean?
Yeah
I'm clean
I have my act
I'm boring
At times
I go with the flow
I don't rock the boat
I drink Chardonnay
At the dinner party
As the guests pretend
To be worldly
Because they stood
In Paris
Or Milan
But have they ever stood
In Harlem?
Or East Austin?
At night?
That's worldly
Why?
Because it's real
I haven't stood there
Because I'm scared
But I think about it
All the time
And I wonder
Do I have the right
To be angry?
Can I write a rap poem?
Can I think like them?
Or does my clean
White
Face
Disqualify me?
I want to be mad
Here
Now
Today
And I will be mad
Not because I'm white
Not because I'm not black
But because I know
Yeah
I know
And I hate that I know
And still smile
With my white wine
And my pretend world
Yeah
It doesn't mean ****
Neither does this
Because I don't stand
In the ghetto
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
And even if everything fell,
It was the most graceful fall there ever was
Eyes were woven from nothing
And teeth ripped open flesh
It lay bleeding in streets
Hollowed out in seconds' time
Though what is not already hollow I'll never know.
But if the heart of my heart is a void I felt the caress of everything,
And life and language fell between my arms
And clarity never eluded me once
And not a piece of everything, but the whole thing came to me
Once exactly,
And its curvature and shapes will be lost forever, but not right now
Because I am here, exercising this pen
Beware Satan of my great ictus, for I am 24 and virile
I am not low but I am an obscure celebrity
And so are you
I am angry, frustrated with the legal system.
You uphold negative laws
You let people's lives become dilapidated out of ignorance and poor governance,
You hurt my outlook on the world but I am a lucky one
I am lucky to possess the traits I do
I rebel against the depression you have perhaps ignorantly set on my back
And my anger does not disqualify me from being reasonable, there are good reasons I am upset with them.
But it was the most graceful fall, even if I became derailed
Eyes were woven from nothing
I was born in a place called America
It was confusing and loud
It all exploded before I was born
It grabbed me by the ankle
It put handcuffs on me
It threw me in a jail cell and said **** it up kid
It said maybe that's why you changed,
It lauded itself on its court program perched atop a broken system
It labeled me a criminal and poisoned my future.
But it was the most graceful fall,
There were good people and hospitality
Doctors and good cops, good moments
There was an Earth with humans and they breathed and felt the world with human detail inside their impossible minds
There were corrections made, hard to take but right for everyone in the end
I didn't try to be an *******
It just happened,
But I fixed it,
And now I want my money
And a big bag of ****
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC
Noble people question my identity
I am arrogant, not answerable
They say I lack human's entity
Something physical, sounds sensible
They are noble, I don't question
They do look at me with suspicion
Think I do not conform to the norms
Laugh at my unrealistic intuitions
Don't like my love for Thor and thorns
They are noble, I don't question
'You are more of a gawk' they say
That doesn't disqualify me from being exploited
It's saddening to see myself at bay
Avoiding my source energy to be safe
They are noble, I don't question
But my thinking gives me blast
Everything around, is just past
I am the truth, I will last
Who is noble, I need not ask
The one who exists
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
Sometime
I disqualify myself
To get qualified as the CEO
Of self
I assume, you understand
Thank you
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
there is good in all,
woman and man to a fault,
(the only bad came the result of a fall from grace)
being a woman does
not disqualify you from
a man's work,
men take note,
say with me by rote,
'I must stop being a ****
(chauvinisima)
take my love to the next level
measure it against the bevel of the Platonic
lust is a bust, then there is love, gimme agape
every time after a time,
and after a while you might under-
stand beauty...real beauty...really understand,
take as much time as you need,
you need this time...to understand the sublime.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I bet you'll love me better than before when i leave you,
i bet you'll love me more than life itself and all the things
you've been through foreshadowing everything you've
created neglecting all the things that would distract you
from what life has given you but you can't take it..
I bet you'll love me better than before when i leave you,
Cause all the things you took for granted will not come
back even its weakened state that follows more than it
can manifests itself into what you would fear the most,
i bet you hate it...
i will sensor all your ignorance,
and disqualify your time,
you are not more important than i have going on,
well fine,
throw dirt at my name that you shame,
you're only speaking about yourself,
gain too many pains in a world where everybody
cares less about their health.
i will sensor all your ignorance,
and disqualify your time,
you are not more important than i have going on,
well fine,
throw dirt at my name that you shame,
you're only speaking about yourself,
gain too many pains in a world where everybody
cares less about their health.
/
Faced a hell of a lot of threats , they were scared of somethin',
Have to do something with your life , just be on to somethin',
Get your *** up outta of the bed and do somethin',
Get your *** up outta of the bed and do somethin',
Had to make a way to get my mind right,
with what knowledge was in it til hours of the night,
too impatient for the bull , don't waste my time.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
Preservative
to give to me
longevity.
Her lingerie to
give to me
Ideas.
Colouring
to give a tone to
this shop of horror
skin on bone.
Additive addictive
included in each pack,
the knack is not being
stuck with
a stiletto in your back.
But that was then in sixty two
before I knew
the damage they
could do.
Now I'm old before my time
each day becomes my drug,
my
preservative is now prescribed, where longevity was once understood it now may be denied.
My DNA wants to disqualify monosodium glutamate, but
I really like a steak and kidney pie,
the DNA will have to wait.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
You saw my back on You
Trying to be strong, concealing every hurt
Every malfunction of the soul.
It was no longer the flesh that has tempted me
I have not tried to escape from the darkest grip of him
I even tied myself up until I gasp for air -
Drowning with sharks and whales who were all in depth.
To breathe normal, to make you famous
I should be doing those
But instead, I became a ********** of the world
I got my back painful, the labor now is in vain
That wasn't your plan
But how could I..
At times delight with the wicked one.
The Words were already engraved in me
I know, how it should be transforming me
All those filthy things I've done
I almost lose myself assessing my own life.
The circumcision was not by hand
But the cross has carried away every hideous act
I myself am ********** how then could I abandon You?
I was baptized in Spirit and in truth
And the thing is: You've payed every debt
To where my soul was about to meet what's hell.
You just told me I'm forgiven
Even though I tried to turn against You for so long
And reminded me how the world would try
Stealing every thing You've taught in me.
The One who is in me is far greater
Than the one who is in the world
That's why You've told me
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
I am for promotion
I should be the warrior, not the slave
The conqueror, not the one who grieves for lost
No one and nothing shall disqualify me
Nothing shall distract my focus.
And upon Your teachings
By the help of the Holy Spirit,
I will overcome the world for my generation
For You have been victorious already.
I am forgiven and redeemed
The only thing that would matter now
Was You who was in me
And Your great plans and works in me,
That I may praise and offer my thanksgiving.
(5/29/14 @xirlleelang)
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
taken the steps to disqualify
the used of your name.
she'd blown you many kisses
even when she's ashamed.
she's never said a word when
she knew you were wrong.
she sits gladly and she listens to
the words of your sad song.
there's never a time when she
won't give in.
she's the one and only standing
when you needed a friend.
tired of working the long hours
that keeps her away from the kids.
she's losing faith in you because
you've taken she'd money she's hid.
tears fall from her eyes because she
doesn't know how to get rid of you.
she see's the bottle in your hand and
she doesn't know what you'll do.
verbally and physically she's been
beaten down to the ground.
she's just waiting for the days when
you're no longer around.
all of the evil thing you've done to
her oh! she'll never forget.
but once she's gone those will be the
days that you'll always regret.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
By Jennifersoter Ezewi
What if you fail?
What if you succeed?
What if they mock you?
What if they applaud you?
What if they reject you?
What if they accept you?
What if they say no?
What if they say yes?
What if you lose?
What if you gain?
Don't disqualify yourself when you haven't tried.
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 7:15 AM UTC
Once I ran, ahead of the time
They disqualified me
Then,
I ran, following the time
They again disqualified me
Now,
I’m running with the time
This time, they qualified me
But,
I disqualify myself
For,
self respect.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
Often
I disqualify
Myself
With a simple
Mindset
If I'm not
A part of solution
Probably, I'm the problem
Thus
There most
Be a way
Order in the chaos
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC
Is it ever enough to see the glitter in my eyes
when I'm right near the ones who took me in for once?
I might as well disqualify myself as this competition is too much of a dual.
We want to know who has the brain,
who has a warm heart, and who has the courage standing by great self esteem.
It's me, him, her, and all of us.
If we are sitting with fingers crossed and our shoulders raised to our necks,
why are we here in the first place?
To care and to give,
or to have and to hold?
Ambiguous is how I felt since two days ago.
My belt was right there but my thoughts were cooled down.
I'm living the life I wanted to, you are not there but you are not missing.
I wait for no kindness and I tolerate no admonishing tone used for a prayer.
You pray I won't exist in your life, no need to ask God.
I hear you loud and clear.
When I am gone I hope that will make it
enough.
Don't worry about me,
You never took away my happiness,
you just don't have any yourself.
Mine is a threat to you,
your weakness is not my weapon,
you just let it be.
It's just never enough with you.
I'm not mad, I feel sorrow with no
guilt.
Learn.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
We all lie that we don't lie.
We lie to satisfy,
We lie that we don't cry;
To hide the depth of our burning soul, we lie.
The truth of the broken trust lefts us slowly to die,
But to stand on our feet bravely,
The fear of being judged maybe, we lie.
The words that we use,
Are the symptoms of overthinking, they mystify.
The message we convey;
Makes us brutally honest, that they run by.
Because honesty, honestly often leads to hypocrisy,
If not given a touch of lie.
For some lies are the source to survive
Yet they deny that they don't lie;
Just **** us slowly to disqualify,
Making the lies, the secrets of truth.
-Abeera Rauf Mukati
(A.R.M.)
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
Though thine two grown
former babes in crib age,
now lead checkered lives,
no longer monopolize my time
as though their persons went backstage
either one embracing, judging,
and negotiating positive
chutes and ladders with courage
evoking glee this papa
helped both beautiful lasses
avoid being risk averse
navigating life with minimal damage
though to get ahead of the class,
(asper the eldest Eden Liat)
credit karma fairly and squarely attributed
to herself with encourage
meant from this papa, who oft time
felt he lacked any clue
akin to a hobbled battleship left
to drift at sea, whence,
upon landfall sub
sequent lee forced to forage
in a foreign dominion (akin to being
among Settlers of Catan),
plus devoid of instruments to gauge,
an optimal strategic operation,
thus figuratively groping in the dark
(unaware of a brewing twister)
guided by blind faith
doth admit saying sorry,
but apologetic homage
would disqualify thyself,
a "FAKE" mastermind
undeserving of just desserts,
unfairly via diktat plucking sweet treats
awash within Candy Land,
a deceptive image
entrancing, luring and, spellbinding
ultimately incurring trouble,
particularly when Shana Aubrey
(younger by about
twenty six months)
garnered lion's share of parental attention
necessitated mandatory intervention
due to language
skills, plus pronounced
developmental delay,
where supreme social service
sages gentle massage
wrought divine prestidigitation
as one after another
case worker did overencourage
to counteract congenital
cognitive setback (coalesced in utero),
now finds das dada envious
(cuz, aye got mired, hogtied,
and bogged down with
obsessive compulsive trivial pursuit,
hence warrant so lucky as thee Punim)
steers ship shape body electric
round her uncharted cerebral
cape of good hope passage.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
In one Play, I was offered to act in my own role
But,
I disqualify myself.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC