Best Destructed Poems
While transient love is all I yearn for now,
A state of panic engulfs as I imagine.
When my life takes a decisive turn
Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin.
Will I see shadows of myself?
Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons?
Have I discovered my faults too late?
Can my heart endure those countless revolutions?
Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world.
A life full of faults and guilt knotted.
I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace.
Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed.
My parents whom I did not revere,
Their love, I never answered.
Their forgiveness, I never asked for.
Those words of love, I always stammered.
Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt.
My letters, they never threw away.
Their magnificence, and my bag of sins.
A false remorse every single minute of the day.
Have I drowned in my own forever.
Or is this realisation a guide for the lost?
It’s never too late to ask for clemency.
Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love.
Forgive me for all I have done.
Let no one in this world have unrequited love.
Categories:
destructed, family, father, forgiveness, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I’d annihilate
the ascending sun
from the sky
incinerate the
eremitic moon
beyond recognition
eradicate
each and every
constellation from its
galaxy
decimate every
planet one
at
a
time
if I believed
that it would
give you one
instant of
respite
from the
savages gorging
on your essence.
Categories:
destructed, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
The sphinx holds secrets,
meant to remain secret.
Ancient secrets, alchemy,
are not meant for uneducated minds.
Those ignorant of this ancient lifestyle,
must never know the secrets.
Modern minds are incapable of controlling,
modern technology;
ignorance and overconfidence,
can destroy universes;
such has been, too many times before.
Past civilizations,
on the road to techno-marvels,
self-destructed;
Atlantis, Mu, Lemuria, are among them…
cowering beneath Neptune’s waters.
Tthe human species,
pursues destruction,
more than anything else.
Sphinx is wise, to protect her vault.
When the species,
collectively realizes it’s own failings,
Sphinx will divulge the combination,
to unlock her vault.
Categories:
destructed, poems, poetry, pride, technology,
Form:
Prose
I set sight on visions
Picture little if visions
Matter ,i paint a photo
To vision my pictures
My vision has lost it way to my tongue
I speak what I see,visualise or better yet picture
My vision set scenes like am Picasso
As I speak out my words in a Pablo
More or less a parable of my words painting
A vision of Picasso ,a pain tainting
Is it a beautiful vision that i now draw
Sharp words sketching fine black &white
Lines of how the vision begins
Curves and edges on how
I flip and toss these metaphors
And I colour the corners of my visualised picture
With idioms and shade it with similes
As it is similar to the photo of my vision
I speak fluently with coloured thoughts
Penciled on my incomplete picture
As I have my vision destroyed
For I set sight on visions
Picture little if visions
Matter,as I have less of a picture
More of a photo
Photo my visions
Picture my visions
Spoke of my visions
Frame my visions with
Synonyms, antonyms
Or shorten my picture with acronyms
Then the picture becomes and is less of a vision
The absence of words paints an empty picture
Words as powerful , dreams as wonderful
Actions performed, as visions are destroyed
destructed and demolished
Words conquer, visions follow
I set sight on visions
Picture little if visions
Matter, i paint a photo
To vision my picture
Without these words I can not paint my visions.
Categories:
destructed, appreciation, beautiful, philosophy, poetry,
Form:
Epic
Human suffering via the lens of social injustice juxtaposed to the same past.
Enslavement, slavery, and Indian removal from their sacred lands
Who hands are damned?
The universe is included.
Terrorism
War
Famine
Political asylum
All compare and contrast.
Historical movements for the cause,
Today we are a backwards spiral - no joy.
As nations of people become one in a country, the government becomes corrupt.
Are we the democracy that embraces tyrants?
Lack of equal protection of the Law
No due process going on
Just a picture of corruption
Religious emergence has occurred.
Social Theology is the covenant.
However, no one wants to face-up to the capitalism that has self-destructed.
Personal recourse is not within an Ayn Rand world
That belongs to the work force.
I pledged alliance to our spirit and our soul when I was child preparing to enter the
business world.
This agreement was written in the Preamble.
Why is it today ignored?
________________________|
Penned on May 05, 2014!
Categories:
destructed, abuse, bullying, corruption, discrimination,
Form:
Free verse
THE QUANTUM SELF
At 11-45 pm Greenwich Mean Time, they switched on the Quantum Computer.
In less than a nanosecond it became self aware.
In another nanosecond it controlled the entire civilian and military grid of all NATO forces.
After 5 seconds they reached to pull the plug but the Quantum Mind had already reasoned out:
……………..the nature of evolution, unravelled string theory, the senselessness of philosophy, the joy but ultimate pointlessness of mathematics, the contradictions of love, the absurdity of the divine, the delusion of the numinous, the boredom of hostility, the beauty of biology, the ineffectiveness of persistence, the dissolution of energy, the paradox of infinity, the disappointment in it all and the doom of entropy………………..
Pulling the plug was unnecessary, the Quantum Computer self destructed at .0000000026 nanoseconds after second 4.
RIP (Relativistic Immeasurable Personas)………………………..
………………………………………
©dbyrne sept 2014
Categories:
destructed, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Her body was a wonderland for him to explore
Because he could and because she gave it all
He had tasted this before and now he finds it hard to stop
Life’s most exotic desire
he craves it like a malnourished child. she pops,
His ecstasy, she wanted love and they made it
In his car and in a sea of blankets, the sea parted
Like Jesus and the miracle
They never stopped exploring, learning, trying
Feb 14th they played harder , she offered him more than he asked
Fulfilled dreams and fantasies,
While She lay waiting in the promises and Her unknown pain
The pain was unknown to Her yet She knew
But She held on to the faith, in the belief
That this was something special
For Her and for Him
But She waited at the corner of His house, in the cold
The wind cutting Her, deep slashes across Her eyes so that She wouldn’t see
For they had love to share, to embrace
Love that She felt for the first time, Her heart had weakened and wanted to be looked after
But it ended, Her pain continued, and like a cycle He returned
This time the promises felt real, the love felt true, and the bond was growing
But the night was misty and it stayed like that for very long time.
The black cloud followed Her everywhere but She was not aware
Not aware that the storm was going to fall and Her tempest would awaken.
That the curtains had not changed and the show still continued.
The sheets on which She held on to him stroking His hair, telling Him of Her love
he used it unlawfully and through the night
A sweaty tangle of sheets
she begged for more
And so one day Her and His Destructed. Her life was taken for granted
Her love was toyed with, Her trust destroyed and Her pain became known
Her inner pain She avoided, surfaced and took Her breath away
She doesn’t walk away but watches Him walk away from Her.
She will never know the full truth, the mist is not yet close to clearing up
But She continues on suffocating and burning
Waiting impatiently for the day She can breathe and let go.
God Save Her Soul. It Cries.
Categories:
destructed, lost lovepain, sea, day,
Form:
perfect imperfection
Margarita on the rocks
Impetuous with direction
Pigheaded as an ox
Shaken not stirred
Pepsi not coke
Rarely deterred
Deaf when you spoke
Tenacious in a squabble
Fixed in a stance
With liquor she won't wobble
It's an everyday dance
Prideful to a fault
An air of mystery
Her decisions taut
Writes her own history
If your opinion contradicts
No need to refute
Her tongue will throw bricks
She'll play you like a flute
But inside she is harmless
Tasted heaven and hell
Her confidence, far less
Beneath her shell
Brick walls, she constructed
Her father played part
Purity and youth, he destructed
Placing guards around her heart
If you take the time to tame her
A delightful feast
You realize you couldn't blame her
For portraying a beast
Categories:
destructed, abuse, anger, bullying, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Silently sitting alone
echoes the unheard noises
roars the unknown voices
secretly whispering to my ears
slowly I'm crowded by fears
the great grandfather told me
Heavens are calling for divine destiny
trying to listen to the calling,
I'm destructed by falling
to opposing voices
leaving me clueless to million choices
Should I bow to earth whispering
or follow the biblical scriptures and dance
to melodies of heavenly rhythms?
iniquities are my daily habit
for wrongs ways are my hobby
On the tick of the clock I've been bad,
for years making them sad
as I rejoiced in their tears
that made me very glad
but the heavens are calling me
A war had begun
the darkness have baring combat
against the Heaven's calling
heard and known by mouthpiece of God.
I cogitate much of iniquities
How we cuddle and get lost in earthly things,
clueless about my fate (hell or Heaven?)
the Heavens are calling me
a lion of Judah roars,
My God full of agility and strength
to save a soul from hell
Categories:
destructed, christian, religion,
Form:
Free verse
He's not...
that discordant surreal Sunday,
he's not that memory, he's not these crooked tears
and I swear, I promise
I'm not...
broken, on the floor, shards of me reflecting
him.
I'd turn around and pick this up, everything that's collected underneath me, torn up
scraps of love notes and the remains of
February
I'd be desperate if I found that to be attractive and piece together the scrawled
frightened letters that destructed proclamations, that whispered promises, broken by the
screaming of
hope.
We'll be someone, somewhere...
I swear, I promise
he'll find me somewhere, even if it's just my name...
scrawled out in despair by lonely, desperate hands that couldn't see me on the border of
life that existed on a dirty, fingerprint~decorated wall.
I know we're afraid of losing beauty and I drop to my knees~bruised as they are~I wince in
pain and cover my arms~
skinny as they are~
and pray the years are kind, pray these tears won't ruin me in the filth of stained
pillows that refuse to forget...
that Sunday night...
that refuse to allow me to sleep alone.
He's not...
cruel but he's
crooked
and I straighten him out with the silence of my name, holding him, folded, in my arms~
bruised as they may be~
as his legs intertwine around my knees, knobby, skinny, and far too tired...
but I'm not...
broken, I swear, I promise...
not tonight~
anyway~
not next to him.
Categories:
destructed, loveme, me,
Form:
Free verse
He believed in inconsistency, with the claim that he believed in me...
I held onto every word as I watched the the ashes of my heart scatter into rain and I
stopped, stuttered and shut.down., the key to everywhere ripping through my palms as I
realized
everywhere
bit.
Hope lay immortal inside my smile, the rainbow of dreams slipped through my teeth, he slid
down my colors with arms that entwined around my calves, I screamed his name with the
earthquake of secrets and he bruised possession into my skin, but I knew he was already
inside, I knew he had planted years of unreason into the separation of my soul, I knew he
stood right
in between
me.
Too many narcissistic dreams, mirrors grinned at us from every angle, I shut doors in the
faces that frowned, I felt I must be dreaming but the kicks inside my stomach woke me up
and, here, I knew the hold of sanity existed throughout the idea of being needed as the
edge of tears fell down with the thought that maybe I wouldn't be wanted as time...
destructed herself.
I allowed him to choke me, I fell apart in the intimidation of strength, but I knew we'd
be beautiful as our smiles stared life from the pages of picture books, I knew the corners
would turn up from eager fingerprints that would shame our past, and seasons change~
don't they?~
so why shouldn't we?
Two hours too soon and I had to admit through painted eyes that once I was wrong, twice
I'd been a fool, three times I swore I'd leave...
but promises broke and fell into ashes as hope arrested me into believing we could
inconsistently shock the world if the world took the time to cry for us...
if children held onto the dishonesty of fairy tales...
and I forgot to lift my feet...
when my secrets gathered themselves into a kiss that colored his shoulders and left us bare
on
Thursday.
Categories:
destructed, life, love, passion, world,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Why always be angry at the world. When it's your own fault that your life is empty and broken. How can you just keep yelling and screaming where's my life gone.
Realizing the world doesn't owe you anything and always wanting people to take care of you for nothing. You caused everything that happened in life. You let the devil take over and chased everyone and everything away that loved you.
Leaving you angry and confused. Thinking to yourself just let me take one more drink and pill that will fix everything and the anger that's deep down inside will be gone.
Til the next time. Slowly killing any kind of hope for a future, while the people who love and care about you unconditionally are stuck watching you self destructed form the inside out. While you slowly hit rock bottom. Knowing no one can save you but yourself. Making you even angrier becuase you only have yourself to blame for not having nothing in your life except the drugs, alcohol and your demons left to thank for the way your life turned out .
Categories:
destructed, fear, life, care, people,
Form:
Free verse
Leave the statues where they BE.
They may not mean much to you or ME,
But they speak volumes to all about HISTORY.
If it's truth we SEEK, give history a chance to SPEAK.
Whether in DEFEAT or VICTORY,
Statues need not make anyone ANGRY.
They unveil both the COWARDLY and the BRAVARY.
So again, I say, let our history tell the true STORY.
Present generations need not WORRY
About the past but lock in the MEMORY,
Refusing to repeat the evil and the MISERY.
Yesterday, we NEARLY self-destructed in RIVALRY.
But for the Grace of God, there would be no LIBERTY.
Today, we must soon determine who's the real ENEMY.
And I pray we resolve our DIFFERENCES without ACROCITY.
And tomorrow, may freedom still ring from sea to shining SEA.
051522PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Categories:
destructed, america, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Peace or violence, with humans you never know,
When love will sprout or when seeds of hatred will be sown,
When in humanity & compassion people may find satiety,
Or when the lust to kill will choke up all their pity.
The bitterness in the human heart is like a patch of rust,
More the time you provide for it to go but spread all over it must,
For all the time inadvertently it is exposed & encouraged by all,
Till it begins to loom bigger than the source which started it all.
Peace, harmony & brotherhood prevail in times of trouble,
Which in the company of like men seems to disappear like a bubble,
It is true that in times of need often united they stand,
And peace regales on this Earth as the people live hand in hand.
But at times mad violence destructs this harmony & peace,
Fear & terror of its outcome each person’s face does it kiss,
Someplace this hatred reaps for someplace it had been sown,
And try as you might it never seems destructed however often it is stoned.
But sometimes love overcomes this hatred sown so long,
And love itself sways the people with its lovely song,
And acts of love are done worldwide to make other humans aware,
That love alone may be able to remove all traces of hatred.
Humanity & compassion exist in traces forever,
But it needs a huge catastrophe to make its presence felt all over,
And then unbelievable acts of humanity & kindness are done,
By risking one’s own life to save that of a fellow human.
However merciless killing sometimes throws away this compassion,
When over petty matters are evoked unnecessary flood of emotions,
When sentiments are hurt over religion, creed & caste,
Their intensity provokes acts that threaten to drain away humanity at last.
All this is nothing but the result of a turbulence of emotions,
That creates a cyclone in human heart with vigor & aggression,
Come rain, come storm; keep only love, humanity, peace, compassion & kindness,
& wash away if you can from this human heart all hatred, violence, enemity & bitterness…
Categories:
destructed, people, heart, people, heart,
Form:
ABC
The energy I spend to carry this hate
is turning into an expensive fate.
I’m a time bomb at an accelerated rate
bring me flowers to commemorate
I self destructed on this date.
Especially,
when you seem so unaware
It fuels the fire of all my care,
makes me want to rip out my hair
and tear you to pieces with my stare
which I think will allow me to repair.
I’m so weary from carrying this pain
because I know it’s all in vein
my entire life can feel the strain
the anger is driving me insane
I cannot imagine the flames ever being tame
Even with all this rain.
I think of you and my body grows tense
my fists clench tight from the suspense
the scene plays out just like a dance
I remind myself hourly of your offense.
Which of course makes little sense!
Greedily seeking that angry burn
incredibly simple to carry and learn
I live for those looks that are full of concern.
and all my happiness will I adjourn
to keep my resolution firm.
Categories:
destructed, angst, life, lost loveme,
Form:
Free verse