Best Crumbled Poems
No other choice
as my shadow schemes in the sand,
lone cries on lovelorn wings give grief heart’s voice
over scorned wedding band.
Sandcastles are crumbled in undertow’s deceit,
longing and revenge; a million grains ‘neath my feet.
Avenged by briny blue’s retreat,
illusions built too closely to tide’s edge rejoice.
Susan Ashley
June 14, 2019
~ Fourth Place ~
Contest: Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
It is here.
It is now.
It is
Because
These tantric dialects
Come
Undone
I taste the solstice of gray.
Foggy, silver-lined showers
Replenishment against elasticity's incomplete verb
Through whistling meadows of Nature’s morn
Incredulous smiles become born
Again
The muse in my a-muse-ment
Becomes paraphrased, violet-tinted charm
This unadulterated verbiage
Preparing moistened breaths
Into crux of night
Surrendering chain-link grips of consonants & vowels
Releasing her Egyptian cotton tethers
Tonight
On elegant waterfall
Tonight
Her blossomed fingernails
Digging whispered trenches against my back
Will speak louder
Tonight
Than syllabic vice
©Drake J. Eszes
I wake up in a bed barely rumpled
to confront truth of jarring, endless ache -
I am broken, my pale heart beats crumbled.
My nonchalant is an ascetic fake.
My furtive thoughts imagine you as dead.
Finality could be absorbed by me
quicker than abandonment’s gift of dread.
Love ifs of heart-wish will not set me free.
Longing to be numb or somehow just gone,
I sit in the hole of my once whole heart.
I struggle to simply, tightly hold on
and humble myself that healing might start.
He who once asked me for lifelong embrace,
left me holding just pain lacking all grace.
Crumbled paper, I start pouring my heart out then I throw it in away and say I’ll do it again later. I put my pen to the paper and I start to write what’s on my mind, I start to speak about my youth and I get to tell my truth, I get to pause, fast forward and rewind. Line by line I tell my story, line by line I tell how I got to my glory, line by line you will feel when I was up and down and when I had to worry. Or u might not even read a word I say, cuz midway before I’m done, I crumble my paper and I throw it away.
I put the pen in my hands and I let the ink flow, I let it scream and shout to the world all that I want it to know. I put my anxiety at ease when I put my note pad out in front of me. I start to change the world on paper, damn I wish I didn’t crumble it up and say I can do it again later.... I want to write so someone can read, I want someone to know that I once thought there was no saving me, I to struggled to see the positive from the negative, I also believed that because of my history I was never gonna get ahead. I let the haters all get in my head. They almost messed up my mental. My motivation was self love and that became essential.
I could no longer crumble up my papers, I could no longer give in to all the haters, I could no longer say “ima get back to this later”. Innocent lives are being taken, it’s time I shared my voice and help the ignorant awaken. I share my past so you can have a future, I share my story so u to may one day have ur glory, I tell u about those before me so u never forget ur history, I’ll share with you that u are beautiful and tell you that those with perfect sight don’t just see... black and white. I promise to crumble papers no more, i promise to continue to speak for those who aren’t here anymore. I promise to stand up for my people and spread the word about the evil, I will spread awareness for the poor the weak and the minority’s and for the immigrant/refugee which are usually all 3! I will continue to stand up and speak up for u because YOU are a part of ME!
It was never meant to last.
You warned me that you'd trip. A relationship,
like a house, cannot stand when built on a foundation of sand.
Ours was sinking fast.
I didn't mind the continual shoring
but you didn't lift a finger. You linger,
in your past mistakes while the ground around us quakes.
Our ship broke loose from the mooring.
Crumbled around us, it all fell.
Torn apart, so I walked away on that devastating day.
What good are regrets? If I were making bets
I'd wager the past is where you still dwell.
Yes, Life Crumbled At His Feet Like Decay On An Old Log
Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log
that morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog
and in the distance a low murmur rolled on in
In that bleak little world, in the country road a dead dog
Whilst in the teeming city was the ever present smog.
The dirty man was tall, beady eyed and almost blind
one could surmise may he was out of his hair raising mind
his apelike features like so much splashed on barnyard paint
In that washed up world, was there room to ever be kind
Or heaven help us, any leeway to relieve workers that grind.
Why does such mysterious manmade happenings so abound
is it earth is dying or rare truth never to be found
should Godlike justice appear to rear its judgmental head
Justice is too often at buried like snakes in the ground
And lay there like a useless orchestra playing no sound.
Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log.
That morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog.
Robert J. Lindley, dec 17th 1983
Rhyme
Re : Old Poems
Bells of triumph clang,
Fortresses fain to hail thee
Men of valiant swords.
Glories thence fell, crowns crumbled
To dust, no wailings were heard.
,,
The wind about thy sceptre howl and cry,
Loft precipices trampled;
Ruined rich piles of graves.
~
Forms : Tanka / Kimo
(3/21/2012)
Suddenly everybody was awaken by the strong tremors
of the early April's earthquake...walls falling all around them,
dust suffocating them as they ran out to the debris-covered streets;
with no slippers and shoes on their cold feet;
people of all ages with their robes and pajamas on...screaming,
running scared with horror-stricken faces, not wanting
to be buried alive and actually die in the rubble!
L'aquila, the mighty, has crumbled into the dust,
and by the dauntless spirit of its people, it must be rebuilt:
as it arose from destruction and returned to dazzle;
the earthquakes that preceded were unpredictable,
but this one was announced by a concerned scientist,
who warned of the disaster, but authorities ridiculed him and didn't heed
the warning, but rather called him an imbecile!
O L'aquila, unless your bells hadn't rung, not everyone could have been told!
This medieval town of L'Aquila was besieged by armies,
but they never conquered it and its invincibility angered its enemies;
now, it is crumbling, shaken by the fury of the inclement Nature;
devastation is seen everywhere: churches with a toppled bell tower
or cupola...castles and historic buildings heavily damaged;
corpses strewn along the dusty streets...people searching for survivors:
digging with their bare hands to save lives, and some are found alive!
O L'Aquila, highest eagle on this devastated hill, see all the tears shed!
A dog, limping and bleeding, seems lost among dusty stones and faces not so recognizable,
is he looking for his owner; and over two-hundred fifty bodies not yet excavated...
how can he find him? By Heaven's mercy, someone lead him to the piles of rubble,
to let him sniff in the spot where he is buried...hoping he'll be alive, not dead!
And why should everyone despair?...Isn't life worthier than those lost art treasures?
L'Aquila, the mighty, has crumbled into the dust and light is erased from the taciturn sky;
I weep like others, and my lamentation echoes in the doomed valley when peace was audible!
O L'aquila, more glory awaits you: arise from the ruins and your greatness won't fade away!
This poem is dedicated to the unfortunate people of L'aquila and those of the surrounding
villages that were devastated by the earthquake of early April.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The world around us is in a downward spiral, and we're too busy staring at each other.
Planets are colliding, throwing chunks of rock in all directions.
Somehow, through the rubble falling, we can always find our way to one another.
In a cloud of dust, we stand together. Love in our eyes. Hearts gaining speed.
And in this moment, we're not on an asteroid, hurling through the galaxy.
We're just here.
Just the two of us.
With gentle hands, we stitch the tears in soft ticking hearts.
Gravity doesn't exist when we dream of each other.
Our bodies float out into the dark abyss.
The stars trace a map for us.
Each passing minute is now an hour, until we touch each other’s skin, sending us belting off towards our destiny.
A light that will last an eternity.
My faith so strong
crumbled until completely gone
when my precious child's seizures came along.
My faith had all been drawn
in the two year nightmare no prescription controlled.
My prayers searched for answers God seemed to withhold.
One night, I cursed God, I raged bold;
next, all seizures stopped as God proved
His love never stopped.
Did you see how that cookie crumbled,
and then tumbled, and tumbled, and tumbled,
from the tabletop down to the floor,
and then tumbled and tumbled some more,
and did you hear the "Oh no!" that she fearfully mumbled?
No matter how you paint it
Every time the same thing comes back
Open your eyes just a bit
The colors turn black.
Whatever the words that are said
They never come out the right way
Dreams should be left in bed
Not how you live each day,
Prisons are made of bars of fear
Like a fog that clouds your eyes
Freedom is always so near
In between life and the lies.
Destiny starts on the first road you take
And never found on the paths in which you stray
Free will is only the mistakes you make
As the world turns the living into crumbled clay….
The cigarette sparks
Though small were non-bargaining
They turned cargoes into cinders
Thick smoke
Circling into the air
Before the fire engine arrived
While some flames still lingered
Amongst smoking debris
The last wall crumbled
And hollow darkness occupied
The spaces left
Amidst the fire remains
The smeared poles and pillars
Some people started collecting any valuables
In the miserable debris
Before the police arrived
Sad to say
The causes of disasters
Are not restricted to careless sparks
But rumours,greeds,crimes and political tricks
On purposes
They are more disastrous
Turmoil arose even very much greater
I CRUMBLED YOUR LEAVES
WITH GLOVED HANDS
AND MIXED THE RESIDUE WITH SAND
I PLANTED MY COLLARDS AND KALE
MY TURNIPS AND HORSRADISHES
SOME WERE IN THE PALE
I CRUMBLED YOUR PRETTY LEAVES
SO THAT THEY MIGHT NURISH MY PLANTS
COMPSOE IN THESE SANDS
FOOD FOR MY PLANTS!
Today we should have met you
We should have held you close
But the angels all had other plans
They needed you the most
I hope you know we love you
We always will, for evermore
The pain will never go away
But with time, will be less raw
We know you aren’t alone there
You have family all around
By the eternal blood line
To our family your are bound
So play and sleep, protected
By your angel family who love you too
Until we meet again, sweet Elena
Your love will always shine through