Best Cataclysms Poems

Humanity 

The pagan pilgrimage, sun-worshippers frequently make
Latter-day phenomenon, take off on a Bronze Age break
Constellations change position, solstices realign
Tropic of Capricorn peaks, Cancer starts its slow decline

Astrologers reassure us, the end is not bespoke
Astronomers can’t sleep, has a supernova awoke?
Healthy cells deconstruct inexorably from their...

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"to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature" William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601

towering redwoods 
forest dwellers born before Christ’s time on Earth
spreading arms to lofty heights
dwellings provided in hollow, cave-like trunks

wrap your spirit in the redwood cocoon
feel the cool, dark air
refreshing body and spirit
refuge from...

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These events,
Gentle cataclysms,
Sweet, soft earthquakes,
Spasm on wet sand 
And smoky panes
With tremors;
Seismic finger paintings
In dust and condensation,
Illicit pictures,
Despairing wordplay.

When you are gone
I will mourn
As if death
Has claimed you,
Packed you in a box
In the ground;
The earth around
My heart
Weighs dense and heavy,
Compacting forbidden love
In worms and clay.

I...

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to stitch up her soul-scape

No matter whether blanket or poncho woollen hat or jacket

The mood flowed straight out of her heart...

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Unforgotten dreams flow deep from within.
Forsaken beliefs drown in sorrow from sin.
Our hearts are hardened without faith and belief.
We will lose more freedoms, before any relief.
Traffic stops but continues to hide the truth, we seek.
Strong values build up into what is called weak.
Future divisions hold...

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The world in our hands would impair devils
An unthinking thought more blissful
Than a wish fulfilling shooting star

Our missions would be charted out
To go on our victory dance one step at a time
For peacefully unifying the global eye

The lines in the hand of child would be...

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Galactic, cataclysmic echoes known
reflected off diamond pillars, thrown
into an abyss a sanctuary ancient:
no shout but whisper sentient,
lost in static, thunderous silence
to be forgotten for its loyalty's penance.

Whispers placed through time,
perhaps stars even, sublime,
words of no meaning nor purpose;
only of inquiry, beliefs thoughtless.
Questions not for knowledge's...

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There are meanderings who itch and creep
    To fill my night with dread.
There are cataclysms where I cringe and cower
    That are better left unsaid
And there's an apparition to slake my very soul
    Standing menacingly aside...

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Extinguishing is 
The humanity with the
Cataclysms that are
Destroying ecosystem
Planet fauna and flora 

Famine and wars rob
Thousands of precious lives in
A blink of an eye
Exterminating humans
With a great grade of nonsense







Eight Place
Only For Those NA's Contest
1-24-2016...

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Some say I have a way with words when truly most words have their way with me

And yes, I adore them best without any tautology

Caressing my psyche causing me to purr

Evoking emotions I never knew could occur

Incredible compilations of syllables

Precisely thrown together creating the unthinkable

To...

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Chaos and order;

I reside where the strings do not dare wrap around me. I am the thing that shelters comfortably under your carpet, whilst I wink at the fairy living underneath your pillow.

I am the atrocity that delves into its own existence and allows for...

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Thru a series of psychological tests I have been declared a demon
Travellin' thru dimensions fatal weapons leave you bleedin'
Dissecting grey matter doesn't matter in my cathedral
But how can you stand my timberlands in your cerebral
Faces of space probes be scattered thru my mental
Acoustics in my...

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In the billow of mercurial cataclysms
Sharp as the pyrexia of igneous pebble stones
Upon my hindquarters I was cast
The circles that were established
Branded my skin with cancerous nightmares
Crafting the twisted love song ****ing my throat
Through the lavender haze I tread
Threatened by a medley of conundrums
The tongue...

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If life be a mirror, then she is broken
And slit are my wrist by the shards of injustice
That tempted me into suicide of the soul
Guilty is my flesh to bare such sin
I breath pain..
Pushed off the edge of my deepest desire
I fall head first into...

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It traveled at my side
for decades, unassuming
demanding nothing while I,
only mildly discontent, began
again the search for words
to trigger cataclysms of the mind
designed for me to revel in.

What other deep significance
affords an ordinary man
the vision that he needs
to carry out some purpose
for his life?  

But...

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