Best Crash Poems
From precipice of memories, flashbacks nostalgic billow,
Thinking of you as I ruminate, adoring the views below,
Where waves oceanic dance, leaping on windy tempos,
Propagating ambitions of tides, vying pristine sea shore;
Rippling my thoughts, undulating with emotions of yore,
Mesmerized in recollections lovingly brought to fore,
Allured by longings unforgettable, yearning for more,
Of your covert smile, enamored in friendship and love.
Admiring beauty serene, negotiating crests and troughs,
Immersing in nature’s awe, despite hurricanes and storms,
Sailing on vigor of vitality, rowing with elation and joy,
We built on hope and pride, rising and falling with tides;
Adulating on apex of highs, descrying the lows of sighs,
Turning pages of life, enchanting our hearts and minds,
We watched seasons decaying, regenerating over time,
Recognizing, in failures we sow, seeds of success in life.
Though dreams of romance became nightmares of desires,
We retain treasured albums, forever moments inspired,
Of sacred truths unveiled, destinations exotic we sailed,
Of dreams magical reveled, of themes our passions made;
Hypnotizing me still, in glance of your glamorous smile,
As I rejoice in tenor of then, remorseful of final goodbyes,
Cherishing melodious sounds, echoing from arc of bygones,
Gleaming our separate horizons, hosting asunder dawns.
Looking down undulating mountains with
Their highs and dips,
Reminding me of your long neck, your breasts,
Your thighs and hips,
Your miraculous face, running my finger down
Your brow, your nose and lips,
Your soft sensuous arms, your hands and your
Sensitive finger tips.
I’m brought back to reality by the roll and fall,
The roaring fire,
On the engine outside the window of the plane,
Black smoke rises higher,
Emergency lights come on, put on safety belts,
May day, the situation seems dire,
My mind goes to my love waiting for me, both
Of us, strong with desire.
Plunging down at an incredible speed, there are
No mountains, but ocean,
I swim in the warmth of your gentle hazel brown
Eyes, I’m overcome with emotion,
All I hear are screams and see people crying and
Praying, chaos, commotion,
We seem to be diving out of the sky, but I am not
Afraid, for all I feel is eternal devotion!
The right wing breaks away, and we thrust forward
Doing a complete flip,
I put my hand to my head, something feels wet, I’m
Bleeding, I lose my grip,
The pilot reels out of control we descend even faster,
Now, everyone silent but hear my seat rip,
I love you my darling, I’m so sorry you will feel such
Sorrow, I’m beginning to slip!
A dark room with a small wooden desk, no lamp
A thick pad of paper and a typewriter, never used
Like a museum exhibit, though they aren’t allowed to gather dust
And dead flies and moths, a pack of playing cards
I never learnt to play, but still they’ve turned yellow with age
The shelves full of books, thumbed and read a million times
The pages fall out sometimes onto the slanted shelf, broken
The cascade of over-used books falling into each other
A literary car crash
The carpet burnt by years of clumsiness, dark and worn
The ceiling stained by years of nicotine, the cigarette smoker
Looking on at a world frozen, the books are the only living things
Read a million times and thumbed to death, the dirty pages blending into each other
The faces and the timeless, frozen authors and poets, trapped here forever
In the corner, a lonely television set, never used and not even plugged in
The lonesome keyboard, beaten a million times, my voice recorded
The German tongue, screamed above piano murder, the manslaughter of my violin
A cultural car crash
The curtains, white to ivory to ashen, unopened in an age
Time to let the world come in through the never-before-seen window
I sit upon the bed and watch the silhouettes gather, their vagabond army
Creeping over everything with their tired and dirty little hands
The books I’ve read to death, the literary suicide, gathering in a spot of light
Like flocking birds fleeing for the winter, their matted feathers and scabbed legs
They can’t fly anywhere, trapped here, my favourite victims, dead within the covers,
Like broken pigeons trapped within damning cages. I close the door and leave
The untouched car crash
I'm partying down at a Hollywood bash
The reason I'm here is that I crashed
I figured that if I would have asked
I would have been told to kiss their...
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies
I'm not even close to being a famous guy
Something I often ponder and question why
But that's another story for another...
Time to see if there's anyone that I know
As I'm rubbing elbows with the escargot
Something smells fishy at this table bro
Wondering should I stay or should I...
Go ahead and think what you will of me
I'm just here to meet Justin "The Bieb"
Once I do then I can leave
Wait a minute, in the corner is that...
She gave me a glimpse from behind the bar
I'd take her home but don't have a car
With that deduction I wont get very far
Still do you think she thinks I'm a...
Star light helps to guide me home
I was found out and kicked out of the Hollywood bowl
It's a lonely walk that I'm walking home
Hey look! Another party, what the heck, you never know...
As I watch the waves crash, I feel so numb.
To think that it was but one year ago
I stood here and felt my heart beat like a drum,
for you were beside me watching sun sink low.
While sky above us glowed a crimson red,
I felt so happy as you held my hand.
My heart soared like the seagulls overhead.
But you’re not with me now here on this sand.
The waves could cover me . . . I wouldn’t care.
I’m sinking like the sun into twilight.
Without your hand in mine, I’m in despair.
Come crash me, waves! I will not even fight.
i want to say one thing
this day and age becoming a crash and burn
people getting there heart broken
its something u have to learn
people make mistake and tell some lies
some forgive, ofthere say there last good byes
some hang there selves, others cry through the night.
wishing to there selves," why did i say good bye , why can't we be alright"
thats life.
its something u have to learn , if you dont all it be is a crash and burn
and you dont want to learn it like that ,take it like this..
once you get in a relationship, end it as being friends
dont make a tear drop, just hold on the best you can
if you dont, another crash and burn will happen again
just telling you as a friend
i learn the hard way i broke it off just like that
if i think about what i did i wish i could gone back
but you can't thats life, thats a fact but i have learn now
you have to learn the way of life if you dont, it be a crash and burn every day and
night .... thats life
As I watch the waves crash against the rocks and sand,
and fondled my bare feet;
My mind wonders with the refracting color of the mist.
Cleansing the air reigning in azure buttermilk sky.
A playground of sea gulls against the sonorous breathing waves.
Purge memories come, yearning thirst of your love to have once more.
To trace your face to my sea of memories of where our life began
A sweet surrender in your arms with you forever.
To capture your heart in serene rapture, and run.
Upon the rainbow and feel the wind blow against our form.
To love you like there is not another morrow in my soul.
Even in heaven, a new life with God’s blessings.
Early morning on the road,
Babysitting duties call.
Traffic outbound's mostly light,
Heading to the suburbs' sprawl.
Suddenly, it all slows down;
On the GPS, a flash -
Point three miles up ahead,
There has been a major crash.
At a standstill, we are trapped;
Nothing really we can do.
Even with the updates, we are
Stuck in lane without a clue.
Not a siren to be heard.
Not a horn, impatient, honks.
Every driver is resigned
To extra minutes in the Bronx.
Inbound cars are flying by
Yet we suckers sit and sit,
Trying hard to take a breath
And, hopefully, avoid a snit.
All in the surrounding cars
This morning share an equal fate -
Even though we left on time,
Each of us will show up late.
I was driving a station wagon, Dad on my right
Mom, young kids, and dog in back seat
Construction ahead, a warning light
In my mind I keep the scene on repeat
I saw the truck in my rearview mirror
It was going fast, I was going slow
I couldn't accelerate as it got nearer
It climbed on our wagon, in Idaho.
It forced the rear of the car into asphalt
The rear doors sealed, but the dog did a vault
Mom lifted the kids over, seared her skin
Moved sideways and a flame shot up where she'd been.
We all made it out, and Mormons took us in
Kids made Mormon friends, and we regrouped
Took an airplane the rest of the way to the coast
Not a story of which I can boast.
Dad's summer teaching had to cover the cost
But we won something, not just lost
We found strength and friendship where we didn't expect
From people whose kindness I'll never forget.
Now every flashing warning light
Takes me back to that July.
A rearview mirror, one long breath,
The line between life and death.
Besides the Mormons, I also thank fate
Death has to come, but death had to wait.
Smell the burning rubber.
Hear the screeching tyre.
Watch in awe as the wheels fly off
and the chassis catches fire.
Then avert your eyes.
Say your au revoir.
The casualties are packed in tight
Limp inside the car.
Drunken crash,
Wee woo wee woo!
Body count of two.
When you drink and drive,
Your Accountability
Is gone. Here and now.
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(PROMP:[3:29am] angel!jeongin lies next to you and hugs you as you cry, telling you to stop missing him “it’s okay, I’m here” PROMPT CREDIT TO -imagineskz.tumblr.com POEM BY- Tegan Elliott)
It was tears,
Broken dreams,
Broken hearts,
And a broken body,
Towed away,
He was young,
Seventeen,
He was young,
Soon to be eighteen,
He was young,
The clock shattered,
Windscreen broken,
Crumple zone in,
In on me,
Under covers,
Hidden in beds,
My minds crumple zone in.
Tears whipped,
Crumple zone out,
The bed dipped,
It’s all folding out,
Cover moved,
cuddles ,
Wrapped around waists,
Metal wrapped around young waists,
Gone,
New tears,
Never gone,
Praying for him back,
Wanting not to miss,
But him gone now,
forever ,
Towed away,
Too young.
Angel kisses,
Pressed against cheeks,
A simple halo,
Wrapped around bodys,
Hands playing,
With mine,
Kisses against cheeks,
Only cold breezes,
A freezing drift,
But windows locked shut,
Love wrapped,
In every touch,
Praying to stop missing him,
He’s too young,
Crumple zone in,
Angels kisses,
Crumple zone out,
“it’s okay, I’m here” ,
Silent words,
Crumple zone in.
On my first day in a car factory
A simple girl threw herself at me
I guess I was standing
Too close to the landing
Of the car filled with crash test dummies