Best Broken Down Poems
Two Old Red Tractors, Both Are Broken Down
Two old red tractors, both are broken down
on a small dusty farm, outskirts of town.
Dawn comes early, no time to sleep in bed
rooster crows call out, work, work, work instead!
Dad rose early, I hear a tractor start
shows me his ethics, I must take to heart.
I rise to eat, coffee, bacon and eggs
we work hard to live, here nobody begs!
This farm, it damn sure does not run itself
nor just give us food, on the pantry shelf.
Meeting morn's brisk air, I wake even more
I start work, seems a never ending chore!
Sun setting, more work still needs to be done
suppertime, tomorrow we have more fun!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2018
Sonnet, ( Farm work, seems to never all get done)
Note- Written this morn, inspired by a suggestion in a comment by Wayne Kingston, one he made on my recent haiku titled, Seen and Scenes.....
The sun had vanished, it was black as black,
The air was crisper than ice.
And the wire on the fence whispered a steady humming tune
To hundreds of kangaroo mice.
We’d broken down, in the middle of Australia,
We were alone, my partner and I.
At first it was serene, just sharing a wine,
Under billions of stars in the sky.
By morning it occurred, we desperately needed help,
So we trudged about ten k to a track.
We were spotted by an aboriginal tracker in denims,
Riding with pride, on his horse back.
He gave us some water, then left for a car,
Later towing us to his quaint cottage shed.
He looked over the engine, said we could stay,
Saying if he hadn’t found us we’d surely be dead.
The starter motor had broken, bus was in two days,
So he lay a bed on the cold kitchen floor.
And said to watch any of his hundreds of horror movies,
This guy loved his blood, guts and gore.
This guy lived alone, he knew how to survive,
In this desert, he was fascinatingly unique.
He fixed our car, we gratefully shook hands goodbye,
But I can’t ever watch the movie Wolf Creek.
In my kitchen alone on the floor i cry
anti depressants not working
people pulling for my happiness
and yet i am sad because i lack the personality i desire to try
i feel like a victom
in a world where everyone is the fool
in my mind i remember a world i am from and i am a tourist here
and my dejavous i remember the segments of
tells a story
of the time before when i visited this world
where everything was just like this
but i had a different purpose for i was more pure
changing those around me for the next time we did this dance
if that makes sense
sure it sounds narcissistic
like in my psychiatricly ill mind and dreams everything revolves around me
how i believe i have the ability to communicate through telepathy with people
across the seas and have them keep secrets for me
like i am flash gordon in dreams and weaving mysteries
and the bible is a blueprint for everlasting life that revolves around pulling off the
one big april fools day surprise party mind game with me in the middle
if you had my mind and the ability to analyse your experiences
seperate them all
and tell them all as seperate stories instead of one grand intertwining experience
would you understand me
my dreams are memories of alife i once lived
flashbacks
dejavous
traces of something lost in time
the life im living now
im just a detective on the crime scene
looking for the maker of the riddle
who offers the reward for the one who was awake and paying attention
to realise
gods power created everybody and everything on one day
and we are all one machine
I am a broken down angel playing hide and go seek with shadows
learning new ways to love
feeling predicted
by a world that begged for centuries for an angel to fall form the heavens
and im the only one that fell
and im here and there might be consequences for me not being perfect
and me no longer having wings
A lifeless body laid face down
on the back alley wet sidewalk.
This time of night no ones around
especially now at three o’clock.
I’m here because my carbroke down
Otherwise I wouldn’t be found dead
in this place. I hail from uptown.
Here, downtown, murder is widespread
Someone is always getting killed:
Prostitutes, druggies and the like
Thinking about it gives me chills.
Man! I wish I had my road bike
I’d flee this jungle battlefield.
For now, better keep my eyes peeled.
I was never out to get your silver or your gold..
All I wanted with you, was "to have and to hold."
Love is not callous, but, tender, gentle and kind..
You didn't want to listen or heed the warning signs.
Our Love was only meant, between the confines of us..
Not shared with others, and the world's idea of lust.
Time and again, I cried out, and now here we are..
In the end, it only left me with a broken down heart.
I've lived on the streets,
With no where to go,
I've eaten from trash cans,
Because I didn't have a home,
I've been depressed,
And tried over dosing,
But I see the purpose of my life,
Here on this earth,
I've been abused,
Mentally and physically,
My heads still high,
Trying to forgive and forget,
Been in the cold,
And little to no help,
Had given up custody,
Of my son,
Times have been hard,
But I know what I want,
Know a play in hell,
I'm letting go of my loved ones,
My kids will be safe,
And happy too,
Life is not perfect,
I'm not greedy though,
I know what I want,
And hoping soon,
I will be here,
In the long run...
I bore it all with a smile
Not a flex of muscle
Betrayed my expression
Not a word said
Displayed my inner feelings
How insensitive you seemed
To me.
I bore it all with a straight face
Not letting you know a thing
Maintaining my composure
As always
But inside me i crumbled
Crumbled like a pack of cards.
I bore it all as if nothing was wrong
But only i knew that
Nothing was going on
As i wanted.
A smile was struck on my face
But my heart was bleeding.
I said only what you wanted to hear
Only what would suit my occasion
And my false expression
But oh! How badly i wished
You would only once hold my hand
And ask, “Are you okay?”
Old, Broken Down and Delapidated are words some men use to describe
women of a certain age, because they have matured and wondered away from the
naive stage, they have reached a place where they are comfortable with
themselves and don't need to have the flattery of deceptive elves,
The days of bubble gum and bobby socks have disappeared,
Men say they want a real woman, yet, they are so content to linger
around the juvenile crew, primarily because they don't know any better
and haven't got a clue! Teenaged girls are much preferred because they hold them
in high esteem, the weaklings need to be revered,
even if it's baloney and a pile of s-h-h-a-v-i-n-g cream,
A woman who is composed and doesn't laugh at all their silly jokes
makes them feel as if they have lost their game, while teeny boppers
makes them feel smarter than a window pane,
Old, Broken Down and Delapidated is not so bad, if one has survived
the 100 years war with deceptive Sir Gallahads, or tragedy unaware,
Many broken down women are just glad to be here,
living amongst God and folks who are about something as opposed to gentry
who prefer to be shallow criticizing everyone and everything.....
The apple of my eye is out of reach,
but the scent of his hair still lingers,
managing only sporadic gasps,
curly and thick,
running my fingers through and through,
just like it was yesterday.
Some nights wake me,
dead in my sleep.
Seeing you with her,
is hurtful,
yet I feel hopeless,
hopelessly in love.
The apple of my eye is out of reach,
yet a hug is okay,
close distance
doesn't process right in my head.
What if all I want,
is just one small kiss,
and your love.
Reality says
that's a tall order,
difficult to fill.
Hope she's good to you,
hope you emit happiness
like there's no tomorrow.
A whole could not seem so realistic,
when the apple of my eye is out of reach.
Broken down into pieces,
Drowned by this love,
Straighten out my creases,
Fooled by words so unsatisfied,
Shared a love but every word you lied.
Oh how I was an empty shell,
Submerged in love,
Yet still put through hell.
A love once gained.
You threw away,
Everyday it rained,
In my heart it poured,
A love once in my veins ran pure,
Strange how quick love turns raw.
I should never have built trust,
In a love purely built on lust,
And now you’ve gone,
Sweet sensation remains in my blood,
Just a woman who’s misunderstood.
My heart, My soul
All that was is now lost.
A broken down corpse,
Left here to rot.
Alone in the damp dark dirt,
Why have I paid this cost.
A withered out corpse,
Stuck here to rot.
Awaiting the day,
I hope to rise again.
As a broken down corpse,
Seeking my revenge.
I can't believe I would have give it all up for you
What was I thinking
Walk off into the sunset and leave it all behind for you?
It must have been the drinking
Every time I see their faces I would have to wonder
Was it all worth it?
See them less for you, are you a good mother?
I know they see you as a friend
I can't believe I was ready to give it all up for you
What was I thinking?
Walk away from a good thing all for you
I must have been drinking
Are you just another pretty face?
Could you be one to make me happy for real?
The answer to all of my dreams
I guess I'll never know
I almost walked away
For some broken down fairytale
I almost walked away
For some broken down fairytale
I can't believe I would have give it all up for you
What was I thinking
Walk off into the sunset and leave it all behind for you?
It must have been the drinking
Broken down in tiny pieces
love's not really much at all
just a snowflake in December
you remember watching fall.
Broken down in tiny pieces
it can make your teardrops flow
from the pain of losing someone
you never thought would go.
Broken down in tiny pieces
love can rip your world apart
leave you shaking, weak and speechless
with an empty, aching heart.
You finally did it.
You finally said the very last thing,
that would make me break down.
And here I am,
standing here, with tears in my eyes.
I finally broke down,
and yet you continue to laugh at me,
to point, to taunt, to carry on.
You see that I have broken down,
and yet you use this as an opportuntiy to kick me while I'm down.
Why are you like this?
When will you quit?
I've broken down,
and you are still laughing.
Broken Down
The black windows have broken down
and the walls have collapsed
and the broken down windows are tainted glass
and the mirrors are shattered
broken down, stained and covered in rust and dust
In it were photographs taken by the sky’s flash
With lanterns and sunflowers attached to the sun in the clouds in the four corners of the earth’s eye
The only thing that is to be consumed by the wind is the silence of its breath and the pause before it punched
Creeping up upon our home
Where glory reigned and where we were
Sheltered from the elements of earth’s unpredictable ways
Life was simple
Before the silver clouds and the bullet rain swept away our everything
Our hearts remain intact though breaking down
Dying on the inside
Tummies grumbling with dearth
And saliva is our desert
Yet grateful we’ve not seen the end of the line
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
11/12/19