"dissaray" 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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The rubble lay out, along the broken path And our dreams sit in dissaray Imprisoned in a land of destruction We manage to evade the flames We hope one day we will be freed For curiostiy now controlls us In a land where the wreckage is stacked miles high Hope is all we can hold onto

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Oct 13, 2014

Oct 13, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC

kyle-jacob

Wreckage

The rubble lay out, along the broken path And our dreams sit in dissaray Imprisoned in a land of destruction We manage to evade the flames We hope one day we will be freed For curiostiy now controlls us In a land where the wreckage is stacked miles high Hope is all we can hold onto

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Sleeping socks Lying over the side arm-rest of the chair beside me Slurping snoozes In their airways. Black and white tilted sadly not awakened by the morning church bell. Yet it's more quiet there asking if they've done their part. In distant snoozes we speak- A sniff of poison can leak into my heart as the deafening noise of stripes plead only a smell- a smell of dissaray as the night lingers on. What goes up must come down must it not, yet bound absolute that passage-airways clear up.

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Sep 25, 2015

Sep 25, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC

clarissavanvreden

Sleeping socks

Sleeping socks Lying over the side arm-rest of the chair beside me Slurping snoozes In their airways. Black and white tilted sadly not awakened by the morning church bell. Yet it's more quiet there asking if they've done their part. In distant snoozes we speak- A sniff of poison can leak into my heart as the deafening noise of stripes plead only a smell- a smell of dissaray as the night lingers on. What goes up must come down must it not, yet bound absolute that passage-airways clear up.

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The moon will be gone tomorrow Will fold me over like the pleats on her dress I could ask one million times to each star in her eyes And never find an answer The stars of the night lose their meaning And the leaves in the forest know it too Holding onto branches and changing color They only rustle in the breeze of coldest night But they don't feel And the beams cannot help them see Each ray of light Is complete dissaray I only know I felt you near me In some distant song of memory About how I lived my dream And how nothing is as it seems

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC

torin

I Lose

The moon will be gone tomorrow Will fold me over like the pleats on her dress I could ask one million times to each star in her eyes And never find an answer The stars of the night lose their meaning And the leaves in the forest know it too Holding onto branches and changing color They only rustle in the breeze of coldest night But they don't feel And the beams cannot help them see Each ray of light Is complete dissaray I only know I felt you near me In some distant song of memory About how I lived my dream And how nothing is as it seems

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I wore such armour black as night no light could penertrate, reflecting beauty from my sight and holding in the hate. My helmet blinkered sleepless eyes and made my screams unheard, the visor welded shut with lies my agony unshared. My shield held all help at bay and let nobody close, keeping my soul in dissaray as every thought morose. My sword was tempered from my pain with decorated hilt, engraved with symbols of distain and unforgiven guilt. My horse was black with fiery mane his hooves were polished steel, his brand was one of love unlain a heart that could not feel. So bare me well and here me now this armour could be yours, if you don't find the light somehow and learn to heal your scars. Depression suits me well

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Mar 16, 2012

Mar 16, 2012 at 7:53 AM UTC

dieingembers

The Blackened Knight

I wore such armour black as night no light could penertrate, reflecting beauty from my sight and holding in the hate. My helmet blinkered sleepless eyes and made my screams unheard, the visor welded shut with lies my agony unshared. My shield held all help at bay and let nobody close, keeping my soul in dissaray as every thought morose. My sword was tempered from my pain with decorated hilt, engraved with symbols of distain and unforgiven guilt. My horse was black with fiery mane his hooves were polished steel, his brand was one of love unlain a heart that could not feel. So bare me well and here me now this armour could be yours, if you don't find the light somehow and learn to heal your scars. Depression suits me well

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The flow of days proceeds abeam Through ups and downs of minds that scream, Enough!...Just let me be at peace, From turmoil's tension, seek release? And yet I glide from day to day Counting cost in dissaray To contravene my rule of thumb Where brick wall bashing heads is dumb.... Yet on I lurch from year to year Now comatose to feeling fear Innured to all but that extreme Which proves my origins have been Excessive in exposure's grit, Outrageous in the stench of **** Outlandish in it's waste of time Which better spent, could have been mine. M. APRIL 5 2014

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Apr 4, 2014

Apr 4, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Deliberation

The flow of days proceeds abeam Through ups and downs of minds that scream, Enough!...Just let me be at peace, From turmoil's tension, seek release? And yet I glide from day to day Counting cost in dissaray To contravene my rule of thumb Where brick wall bashing heads is dumb.... Yet on I lurch from year to year Now comatose to feeling fear Innured to all but that extreme Which proves my origins have been Excessive in exposure's grit, Outrageous in the stench of **** Outlandish in it's waste of time Which better spent, could have been mine. M. APRIL 5 2014

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You are awake, i am asleep in your pineal run through shuffling thumbs of discourse breaking over the atmosphere. Channels push the erroneously held dissaray of the speculative. One more and more or less, less is more and more is the ***** of self control, shook by the hand that shook the world from its fantasy haze following the enigmatic resolution to an abando and awe struck as always.

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Apr 17, 2015

Apr 17, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC

ian-brian-summers

dawning again

You are awake, i am asleep in your pineal run through shuffling thumbs of discourse breaking over the atmosphere. Channels push the erroneously held dissaray of the speculative. One more and more or less, less is more and more is the ***** of self control, shook by the hand that shook the world from its fantasy haze following the enigmatic resolution to an abando and awe struck as always.

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, my fellow citizens - It's been a long time since we last gathered together in such dire circumstances We were remiss in our duties to allow such dissaray to occur But we know now that to allow its continued presence to fester within us Would be madness , even suicide •• We have within us , pulsing proudly , the very essence of the ideas of democracy , of freedom The wisdom drawn from centuries of struggle To perfect the substance of our reality :: And we come again to a test of both our inner strength And outer resolve And our love for this creation and hence it's creator We know the essential character of this creator as love And of the ultimate fairness of all that is done • This is the primary ****** of my endeavors Of my work in trying to open the heart of all Americans To the vast grace within themselves Up against which All our problems seem trivial • And as such I run for President of the United States of AMERICA Only to honor the great commitment we have all made In the names of Justice and Peace X

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Sep 10, 2016

Sep 10, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC

jeffrey-robinta

JEFFREY ROBIN FOR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ... !

, my fellow citizens - It's been a long time since we last gathered together in such dire circumstances We were remiss in our duties to allow such dissaray to occur But we know now that to allow its continued presence to fester within us Would be madness , even suicide •• We have within us , pulsing proudly , the very essence of the ideas of democracy , of freedom The wisdom drawn from centuries of struggle To perfect the substance of our reality :: And we come again to a test of both our inner strength And outer resolve And our love for this creation and hence it's creator We know the essential character of this creator as love And of the ultimate fairness of all that is done • This is the primary ****** of my endeavors Of my work in trying to open the heart of all Americans To the vast grace within themselves Up against which All our problems seem trivial • And as such I run for President of the United States of AMERICA Only to honor the great commitment we have all made In the names of Justice and Peace X

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In words of wording in times of no time to wording to inner wordings to not misleading but leading with what is more powerful and human Lies the knowledge of the deepest self not in the partials but the overall in the leading of the overall where darkness can become home where soul can be found to know In subconscious array in sleep of away remains the space that is so much to hold to gather here in dissaray to finding what you as one might like a pleasing of some type of hell range Fear whatever you must like to know whatever you so despise to find nothing in you other than that space, you can name home © 2018 Clarissa van Vreden

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Sep 21, 2018

Sep 21, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC

clarissavanvreden

Hello poetry

In words of wording in times of no time to wording to inner wordings to not misleading but leading with what is more powerful and human Lies the knowledge of the deepest self not in the partials but the overall in the leading of the overall where darkness can become home where soul can be found to know In subconscious array in sleep of away remains the space that is so much to hold to gather here in dissaray to finding what you as one might like a pleasing of some type of hell range Fear whatever you must like to know whatever you so despise to find nothing in you other than that space, you can name home © 2018 Clarissa van Vreden

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