Disappointment Poems
When I Can’t See The Sun
by Nathaniel Phillips
Find my fight with my voice
Abducted mind, do I have a choice
Breathing in with scabs on my lungs
Irritated heart, sweet tooth rot, everything’s stung
Like blood stain track marks of crimson residue
Killing myself in the silent echo of the ways I hurt you
Lost in broken reflections when pain is my default setting
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Nightmare
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I saw in her eyes the sallowness of festered love.
My drum had beaten to the resonance of celebration,
Of the deeds of love evaluation.
Her art bemuses me, especially when spoken and
Sketched to the rhythms of assayed hollowness –
Mottled balances echo silently on withered spots,
And the words she cherishes lie way below frontiers of enchantment.
How short my éclat reigned!
And my blood congealed!
Do I lay prostrate to hypoxia?
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Platonic Love
by PYG's Whisper
True love never dies
Loyal souls never change
Don’t distort the beauty of fairy tales
Don’t blame it on life
Don’t blame it on you
Don’t fake your heart
‘Cause I won't do
Thought you were my angel
So I gave you my wings
Now you're ready to fly?
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After Disappointment
by Mark Jarman
To lie in your child's bed when she is gone
Is calming as anything I know. To fall
Asleep, her books arranged above your head,
Is to admit that you have never been
So tired, so enchanted by the spell
Of your grown body. To feel small instead
Of blocking out the light, to feel alone,
Not knowing what you should or shouldn't feel,
Is to find out, no matter what you've said
About the cramped escapes and obstacles
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Along the Line
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Snooze of peace reigned on a collage
of sacred impulse for serenity of shelter —
bower-girthed and soul-inundated —
but along the line, a stampede, peccant
and harlotic,
framed the sun.
When I Can’t See The Sun
by Nathaniel Phillips
Find my fight with my voice
Abducted mind, do I have a choice
Breathing in with scabs on my lungs
Irritated heart, sweet tooth rot, everything’s stung
Like blood stain track marks of crimson residue
Killing myself in the silent echo of the ways I hurt you
Lost in broken reflections when pain is my default setting
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Disappointment
by Mario Odekerken
It arrives
not with thunder,
but with a slow closing
of a door
you thought would open.
You sit
with the echo
of what could have been-
a room half-lit,
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Public Clocks
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
At first his anger was hotter than July
Or, rather, he was plundered by the weight of
Sorrow —heavier than the ice of January;
The kind of stolid ice that thickened Niagara Falls
Like frozen soup.
He was tall and lissome, bespectacled, in
Dark suits, a brown hat, worn-out shoes of fraternity.
A folded umbrella accompanied him like a touring child.
No wristwatch.
He doesn’t wear them.
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Resignation
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
As the hours stretch slowly and with
Sloth’s irredeemable tempo,
The earth, lacking appetite, nibbles at her meals
Which roll upon the fulcrum of the grand star
And discerns all inclinations
Towards us brittle souls —
Souls which peregrinate
On circles of death
And life . . .
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Drummers Return
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Like the comet —far gone —
they return,
accompanied by wavelengths of torture
and secreted grief;
on their tired shoulders
weak and pale faces of drums, slung
with the sombreness of traded pride,
and, rested, their countenances dimly poor;
and also pale among them.
the fast-setting sun.
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