Best Destruction Poems
Words of Mass Destruction
Words like bullets do not have eyes, as they fly in our hearts and materialize
Deleterious breaths that we soon despise, words written in stone we idealize
Warring weaponed words that paralyze, wounding wandering words terrorize
Torpedo texts thrown to criticize, paranoid punitive parasites will pulverize
Like the Atom bomb, words are strong only use them wisely where they belong
Some create a lullaby or sweet a song, while others use them to do their wrong
Words of deception create no affection only intervene with the inflating infection
Annihilating in their corrupt convention, wary words that bring rigorous rejection
Of the negative neurotic neglect, wording witches and warlocks of their architect
Dehumanized discord of disconnect, vengeful letters lashing will always resurrect
Words can frighten as well as enlighten, some will delight in words that tighten
Words of corruption bring self-destruction, a raging ruction of a serpent seduction.
Nov.20.2017
Judgmental People And Haters
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Sin is a disease that destroys from
The darkness where it lingers
Always taunting us in the shadows
Of bitterness and dread, sinister
And haunting, calling out to the soul
For just a little more of its hope
Until all hope has been lost
And even faith and love are gone
Sin is ugly and angry and hateful
It prides itself on taking away
All the light that caresses a life
And stealing even the memories
Of laughter and joy, fulfillment
Found in colors of love breathing
Through a heart, whispering gently
Truth, inspiration and contentment
Sin is black and murky, obscuring itself
In the silhouettes of revulsion, disgust
That clings to the underbelly of evil
Thrusting its tentacles into corruption
Pleading with wickedness to continue
Producing sorrow and pain and regret
Remorse that remembers only the hues
Of somber gray that left a heart in fear
Sin is furious when it’s discovered
And called upon to make itself known
To become a sin that is manifested
And adorned with the sacred blood
From the One who died to cleanse
Free the slave from the sinning
And release the captive with forgiveness
Absolution, pardon, clemency
Bought and paid for by the Son
Who died on calvary and rose up again
On the third day… to finally say
Our sin is under the blood
Forgiven, we can seek God’s approval
Shun the darkness and begin again
To live in the light, where we can be seen
As a child of God, beloved and covered
By grace that has given us all the chance
To live for Jesus and enter heaven’s sanctuary
Eternally blessed – a child of the best
God’s grace is sufficient to save our souls
Allowing His love to make us whole
Ephesians 2:8-9
King James Version
8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God 9 Not of works, lest any man should boast.
Father of all bombs when dropped
five times greater than the mother
Where a fallen angel's dance begins
fornicating with matter darkening subjects
through and through dimensions opening a porthole
Acting a tough guy with your orange face
shows little wit as one peace maker
gives a bloody nose to politics to say the least
To this sinful act of heresy that's displayed under lies
in provoking war with the show of strength and power
Blind becomes your weakness
Takes more than courage to grow a backbone
to be humble aggression is by deeds done
under one sign of weakness shows where the insecurity dwells
co written by Liam and Bobby McDaid
our joint opinion on a certain matter our world has become filled with evil slave masters rising to power under mass human sacrifice
Tongues of solar flare writhe in combat kiss
—flame-throwers unleashed
iron words h a m m e r e d in fire
ferrous words melt-morph into heart-welts
once under skin
hear the fevered air burn with cheers;
c a c k l e s of c r a c k l e s and h -i -s -s -s
bellies of tears full of fire; fire feeds on gasoline tears
fire-eaters’ —bellies full of flames
turn inside-out; fire-breathers shape-shift
from love doves to squawk hawks
bonfire of marital bliss consumed by wildfire
desolation burns holes in lacy i n* t i* m a* c y
ashes
fall
from
s o l o
cigarettes
. . . nuclear winter in summer
t h r o a t s of songbirds c h a r r e d
. . . silence
follows blaring —w h o o s h— of serpent fire
purification in cremation of all OratiOn sound
liability and liberation
animate to dissipate in snaky smoke of HeLL-wraiths
apathy clouds form they rain on red heat
smother a smolder mother a cease fire
ember-ice; scalds freezes t–h–a–w–s
whets flesh — and wets fire extinguished flower bed
ashes laid down
—passion’s quiet confetti paves a path—
w. a. i. t. s
— s l e e p w a l k s
… d r e a m s
I ate myself the other day
Unhinged my jaw and chomped away
No crumb was left after I dined
No limbs, or head, or crooked spine
Each bite I took was bittersweet
Laced with love and shamed defeat
I didn't even say goodbye
To all I loved and held so high
My tummy rumbled, so then I ate
What was left of me,
That you didn't take
I sit, my back against the black.
My thoughts a jumbled supplejack,
a wanna-be amnesiac.
Oh, autumn leaves a fluster,
the winds in tipsy bluster.
I’m weightless as I drift away
on whiskey wings, a moth astray.
My grief in ashtray where I pray.
The equinox is tilted,
my wispy body wilted
and in my stupor do I dream?
Are clouds I seek a false redeem
as sunrise bleeds through jagged seam?
Damn seraphim and serpents
and fantasy disturbance!
I keep my secrets like a sphinx,
my insight an elusive lynx
…a widow with a hard drink jinx.
Yet soul, a black-eyed-Susan,
still blooms in bruised seclusion.
Dawn’s dapple-gold flint-glints like stones.
As hard on eyes as nightmare crones
who rattled empty bottle bones. .
As half-light scries the mirror,
my pulse does bring me nearer
to burning on the altar of the sun,
my moonshine valentine…
"to be played out as a theatrical battle.creation dressed in white destruction dressed in black"
let there be light
let there be life
let there be love till the end of time
the grass,the trees,the birds,the bees...
creation
bring on the darkness
bring on black death
bring on mad fear,hate and unrest
the fire,the smoke,sad sinners they choke...
destruction
the living,the giving
the helping,the healing
growing and glowing
good feelings keep flowing...
creation
stealing and killing
destroying and dealing
the needy,the nasty,the sour and the seedy
toxic waste and the poisonous taste
mind pollution to rage revolutions...
destruction
trust and truth
the old and the new
out of the black and into the blue...
creation
lust and lies
tangled ties that bind
suicide streams and dark devil dreams
it ends with a scream
revenge on a rope...
destruction
2 voices one choice
breathe free or take that final breath
choose life or choose death
look,listen,and learn as the world slowly turns...
creation or destruction
A snail has thousands of teeth
No wonder it is such a thief
It gobbles my plants
You should hear my rants
Slug pellets will give some relief!
I discovered from a quiz question that some species of snail can have over 25,000 teeth!
02~05~17
Let destruction
fall on me,
all around my
feet
Watching bad
days beat the
good, when all
the bad days
cheat
I’ll stand
there smiling in
the face, of a
raging storm so
near
I’d watch
the sun drop
from the sky,
without the
slightest fear
For with
you dear so
close to me,
my days are
always good
The sun
couldn’t fall,
it’d shine in
place, as it
always should
The storm
would weaken
the closer it
got, no damage
done at all
So as
long as you
stay close
to me, then let
destruction fall
Am I forced to watch you leave again?
My hand is left holding empty air
hadn’t I just held you as we walked?
And now, there is need for repair.
For there is a stitch in my heartbeat,
it snags on something in my chest
another broken piece of myself
left trapped inside my breast.
You took the photo; I got the empty frame,
left me to sift through the debris
couldn’t you try to say more carefully
that you no longer needed me?
The glass that’s on the floor
is the aftermath of our destruction?
It mirrors the repairs to be had on the inside
as the heart attempts reconstruction.
i've chased dragons of destruction ever since i was conceived
perversion skewed my thoughts and turned the pure into obscene
the clean was made quite dirty and the good was made quite bad
while laughter was around me still the happy turned to sad
fear it filled my broken heart and hate came to the rescue
iniquity out of innocence...i rose like hannibal lector
haphazardly put together thin sticks turned into steel...a rabbits mind turned ravenous soon blood would have to spill
my heart got pierced with arrows...made of flesh now turned to stone
with wrath and vengeance in my soul i had to walk alone
way down in the valley this predator stalked its prey...while looking deep into their eyes they knew it was their final day
demons stayed behind me...i could hear their taunts and laughs
while i was chasing dragons destruction was my path
dragons of delusion and dragons of disease...the dragons of addiction were caught too easily
the hunter was the hunted and the master was the slave
i don't chase destructive dragons cause they're really chasing me
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Djinn arises from lamp, says
"You may have one wish."
"Make all the trash disappear."
The Earth ceases to exist.
The violent 'V'
Disguised in a black rain coat
Dancing the meadow
Gone undetected
A moment of destruction
Silently Creeping
Ravishment rising
Displacing time, hope, lives, dreams
Silent aftermath
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With respect to tornados
She sat there waiting, patiently,
Assured of her success,
Indifferent to the certainty
That she would cause duress.
She'd spun a trap so beautiful
It seemed a work of art,
Its gossamer perfection
Like the poison in a dart.
My bird's eye view allotted me
A close-up of the scene,
The window pane the only object
Coming in between.
I missed the grab, but fascinated,
Watched that silken thread
As it wrapped around the victim
Which, cocoon-like, hung there dead.
How heartless certain creatures seem,
But aren't we the same?
Though we lack the spider's ways,
To some, destruction is the aim.
For a bully isn't happy
'Til he savors the defeat
Of his splayed-out prey, but spiders
Merely want a bite to eat.
It all begins in the darkest part of our empty souls.
When we realize we won't or can't possibly reach our goal.
We gnash out bloodied teeth, crying to a crimson sky,
Lashing out..... "Why, why, why?"
So we bring out our heavy clubs and our iron chains.
And just like Nazis kill people with our words and ignorant
quills and propagandized brains.
There's not a scintilla of humor whatsover involved in this.
Just knives, cruel words and even our baseball bats and fists.
Keep reading and listening to hateful words and soon they
are your own.
The grass you walk on turns to broken glass, your hateful
words become shards that you cannot disown.
Making fun of others or belittling them to mere nothings?
Is one Hall of Fame to save ourselves from and find positive
moorings and dockings.
To take the gift of poetry and turn it into a hapless mockery?
Is surely is no show of goodness, humanity, nor is it poetic gallantry.
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Exodus23:1 "You shall not circulate a false report.
Do not put your hand with the wicked to be an
unrighteousness witness.
No matter who originates the accusation, we should
not repeat and spread it."
Lots of people in the Bible have been innocently accused
and since.
*It goes on daily on the Internet and so called news sources*
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February 2, 2020
7am PST