Best Desolation Poems
Homeless, I hunker down
next to a garbage bin.
And hail morphs into rats
gnawing at exposed skin.
Hunger twists my stomach;
the pain is hard to bear.
And a putrid smell clings
to the soiled rags I wear.
Acid tears flow freely;
in my cocoon of shame.
And my head is hung low;
in self-pity and blame.
The sun abandons me;
to the darkness of night.
And leaves me here alone;
neon signs for a light.
Sleep swears that it'll save me;
yet often fails to come.
And I'm feeling frightened;
venerable and numb.
Breathe deep and you will smell the suffering and death
The smell of burning flesh it will take away your breath
It was just a normal day, but in a split second it changed
When the bomb dropped from the sky the whole world it rearranged
Now there is nothing but destruction everywhere you look
Not a tree, not a plant, not even a babbling brook
Everywhere you turn death and suffering all you see
You have to become deaf to the endless cries and pleas
There is no one here to help, nothing you can do
No hospitals, no doctors, just people passing through
Looking for somewhere to go to try to start from scratch
With visions of their former lives from which they've been detached
Some looking for their loved ones who are more than likely dead
Thinking maybe they will find one or two of them up ahead
But I hold no such notions I know the truth you see
All that is left of my family is probably just me
To become part of a group again is the best that I could hope
Without the comfort of other people I don't know if I can cope
With the loss of my life and many others, everyone in fact
All of us making the same wish: that we could just go back
Back in time to computers and phones with our families at our sides
Back to a time and place before almost everybody died
That is where I wish to be and I'm sure everyone else does too
But all I can do is trudge along, hoping that I can pull through
I wrote this for a contest about a nuclear wasteland. Got 2nd place! I hope you enjoy. :)
Of the terrible and the wonderful, the lull then roaring sound,
The footprints of the heathen Gods stamped upon the ground,
The breath of Satan’s lungs and how the landscaped churned,
How this desolation bade the world both deluged and burned.
With the bodies and the buildings strewn around, around, around,
Such as grist beneath the elements that bluster, rage and pound,
Leaving in their wake of anarchy destruction far and wide,
A war declared by twists of fate, climactic genocide.
Of the horrible and the marvellous, somewhere amidst the hell,
Human hearts and souls rose up and stood against the swell,
Survivors yet against all odds, against such deficit,
Survived in spite of aid they got and not because of it.
Now this Third World in America should never ever be,
In this land of wealth and power, freedom’s flame, democracy,
There are men and women, children: broken, beaten, ravaged, shaken,
In the name of all that’s holy, do not add they be forsaken.
"AID IS NEEDED NOW!
TOMORROW, FOR SOME, WILL BE TOO LATE!"
The place of desolation, like
the mirage in the desert
You see it, but never arrive
Until the day of your departure, and
the mirage has arrived for you
A comfort lost on desperation
nothing left to help me cope
I disembark from the last train,
onto the last platform
I have no luggage to claim, or
goodbyes to stammer out
No hello's or greetings either
A painful prognosis, no chance for
osmosis, I am here
The place of desolation
There's no turning back, the
train pulls away, and a dirty poof
of black smoke signals the end
I stand alone, not waiting, or hoping,
just standing
Dark filthy walls glare down, unkempt
walkways covered with eons of
dust and grime
No maintenance crew or caretakers
needed here, this place of desolation
It will all crumble to dust, as will I,
and every dream of my heart, too
No more time to worry, for time has arrived,
right on time for me
The last stop
No feigning joy or happiness here, they
departed with the last train
Death and I are here to meet
No fanfare
It is done
Forever
Alone
Ahh despair-
sweet, sweet, sweet desolation.
As the crow flies- enter onto me
Salvation from freedom;
on his wings- incarceration.
Nuveau of Elvis rhyme
Faith acquired through distress
Velveteen fraud
particle blues- such sad
and sorrowful hues.
Putrid breath come from the windy west
Endymion forsaken for his
ethereal beauty; In hidden chains
he sleeps eternally
Athena stares and weeps,
“Great Zeus, to keep him, to love him
eternal I beg of thee!”
The night unwilling to
to speak, to please to keep safe
from all darkness creep.
Give him to me- Eternal Keep!”
“Despair he shall never know
in his untainted sleep”
In this shadow is mine own despair
Sorrow of one I can never touch
Skin, lips, muscles, buttocks, hair
Daily I consume a pill, maybe two
As a crutch for his eternally unreachable
touch
In Desolation She Stands
She stands in her desolation
her wicked life a vile desecration
dying victims stink of her perfume
sacrifice and pain fill up her room.
Hate and sin her sole wish
madness sits in her left hand
blackened blood covers each breast
she tortures , her victims never rest.
Scars lace around her eyes
dark hair flows with contempt
pain invades with her loud cry
she laughs as innocent children die.
Eyes have seen such misery
ripping living bodies apart
her lusting flesh the fatal lure
in her web, death is the only cure.
Courageous victims fight back
with fury at being so deceived
she guts them with renewed delight
as evil eyes watch the scene at night.
She stand desolate
awaiting her nightly feast
smell of rotten flesh in her teeth
her foot-claws anchored in hell beneath.
She stands defiant
lusting for putrid blood
screams exciting her rancid ardor
as she slashes deeper and harder.
Valiant heroes are her prey
she that shuns light of bright day
greater their fame more she glows
bloody ripping apart sells her shows.
None stopped her blood lust
every night-feast a new victim dies
even courage lacks the deep power
to defeat, to end forever her darkest hour.
She desires ever bigger feasts
as she increases her lusting traps
putrid blood and rotten flesh stain
her songs of misery, torture and pain.
Engulfed in vile darkness eating
only honor stands a chance of beating
This desolation monster at its wicked game
By refusing to ever again utter its vile name.
1/30/2015
Dreadful forms of crisis
depressed mind with worry.
Dark shadows of sorrow
decayed heart with despair.
Deceitful ways of fate
destroyed spirit with doom.
Desolation fathomed!
08/15/2016
Note : For the contest (best sad poem ever) by Laura Loo.
*Placed Second*
How the sun hath dimmed
Where the fairest flowers sprang
Won't thou come hither
a tear fights his way through desolation
the purple summer flower is snapped
hope expired to memorial
green fields are hermetically sealed
mud splashes fouling soft cheeks
the worst in humanity has been reached
childhood dreams buried by cruelty
salt burns painful in bleeding wounds
monsters shuffling around
nailing hard steel in bare walls
behind the scenes reigns vipers
ruthless sounds die away in the cosmos
@ Bianca & Gerhard
Upon the hill where I lay
surrounded by dimmed natures lonesome
with solitary mind.
Nightly breeze awakens morose eyes
thoughts of her
desolate thy watery heart.
Darkness sky reveals beauties reflection
only one can see.
Through the pain of sleepless head
I shutter the thought being without her.
No more warm blooded touch
nor desire staring at me with loose grin
no more of it all.
Just me
my thoughts
cried out from never ending
watery heart.
I want to follow violent breeze rising above
towards my love.
I close these eyes once more
to see my loose grin
peace is with me.
behind dulcet verse
a dazzling chant of plucked strings
moonlight gleamed unseen
a grimly immortal sigh
on someone's desolation
09.27.16
When no one talks to you
The more you think there's something wrong with you
But you think, no, that's impossible
Well not really though, a lot'll get you thinking you're unstoppable
That you're not who you really are, but still a star will follow through
Fly away, another day and keep a gaze just in case
You make a wish, hopin' it comes true
in a matter of days, still you, plain old, same ol' pair of shoes
You keep wearing, try to grow out of'em but you keep stressing
Feeling like a heaping mess,
And seen the less of being tested
Can't fix that with the least bit of Rogain
for dark grey in those shoulder pains
From the weight you're shouldering, it's smoldering
Getting colder, as you get older but soon the motor may
Kick into gear and you feel interesting as much as May
And such is great when you feel happy as much as they
Desolation
When love flies away
And respect has lost its crown
Desolation thrives.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/ 5/ 2008
Sad dried up rivers
sharp stones stand out
neither chaos nor hell it seems
The winds of loneliness
blows through my soul...
Like the winter winds
blowing across a frozen
desolate landscape...
Making all that lives there
hide deep underground...
Until warmth and life
returns once more...
mkt
2017