Best Destructor Poems
destructor of green
shrouded in blanket of change
eyes in flight emerge
Categories:
destructor, butterfly, change, nature,
Form:
Haiku
CNN -- Hate for your Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner.
It is the death of all that's good
the dark of darkest night
It comes from what's not understood
devouring all that's right.
It feeds on love and pain it brings
and your uncertainty,
the great destructor of all things
It makes what you will be.
It never dies or goes away
but keeps on getting strong
It eats at truth both night and day
until all love goes wrong.
And you will surely die alone
but never comprehend
It is the death of all you've known
your hate, consuming to your end.
You live and brreath this hate you feel
Broadcasting it to everyone
and suddenly, you know it's real,
in hate you die, it never will be gone.
© ron wilson aka vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet
Categories:
destructor, america, depression, hate, truth,
Form:
Lyric
JEALOUSY
I am the death of all that's good
the dark of darkest night
I come from what's not understood
devouring all that's right.
I feed on love and pain it brings
and your uncertainty,
the great destructor of all things
I make what you will be.
I never die or go away
but keep on getting strong
I eat at you both night and day
until all love goes wrong.
And you will surely die alone
but never comprehend
I am the death of all you've known
until your bitter end.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
destructor, abuse, jealousy,
Form:
Kyrielle
could it be
that accompanying the
biggest heart
is the largest pool of
seething
rage
(and that they cannot be
separated---that because one
exists, the other has been
formed)---
a virtual filing cabinet
filled with the charred memories
of failures & brooding angst
that come from years of
neglect & a societal
ignorance
of a single personality
that so quickly
will be swept under the
rug?
could it be that when the
biggest heart is not
nurtured
(as so many other who have
hearts
so much smaller),
that the anger bubbling over,
might swallow it
whole?
could it be that said heart now swallowed
might blacken & infest inside the
angry host,
forcing it to turn cancerous &
from that pure
unadulterated anger,
might come a thrashing out towards those
who neglected, who ignored, who aimed to sweep
said individual
under the rug?
could it be that when all things come to pass &
the now blackened, cancerous & angst ridden
individual,
sees fit to enact a firestorm upon the world around
her/him,
that we will be surprised,
that we will act as if we had no idea,
just as we have done before in the past?
could it be that the responsibility for the
destruction of the biggest heart,
lies in the hands of us all &
that no one is innocent
when it comes to the carnage that
follows?
Categories:
destructor, life, heart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
At just 30, please death take this to her:
For I was thinking that life start at forty
For I had hidden the good side of me mother,
For that me, there is another me stealthy;
A good son you once dream, that is not a robber,
rapist, political thug, cultist, dope distributor,
A well educated, that never try to kill his brother
Not a road mugger, and not a village destructor
Kaka, i am no more, that evil is out of me now,
And say good things about me later, please,
Give them my legacy, and lied that i rest in peace
Recall me before age ten; the joy i never know;
And smile I forgot off, mildness son you once love
Alone mother, untroubled, for the rest of my soul.
Categories:
destructor, betrayal, death, forgiveness, grief,
Form:
Sonnet
,The earth was dying,one of seven billion speak,
Build it up,increase the images,eternity for all,recall,
Kia galaxy rooks,Endyminion attend,his plan circumvend,
Suddenly born like fire,behold the man,damned,
New Universe of dark,light and dream,the greater scheme,
An afterlife of ankh,the new universe betrayed,
Access in death, confuse and confound,
Endyminion,mene mene tekel,your life means nothing,
Agamemmnon,Platinum,Endyminion look love supreme,
Suddenly Umbralumiere's face betray defeat,
The king of dreams became reality,the tide came in,
We must be getting back,I know of certainty,a child was killed,
And you and me could not leave the Babylonite Isle,
Most men turned inward,Fateswere shuffled,its not your turn,
Smoke grass now,lift thine eyes,Jerusalem will come young man,
People nations recover after destructor,and value return,
The tribe of Benjamin shall rise,A lost tribe no more,
Judah,Stonehenge,Nehemiah and Zugswang,
Their fates intertwined,now she released him,
Her father returned,her belly kick kick again,
Unravel reality,Oh Babylon this is a master,
That they in their wisest do not match,Gods most foolish,
Babylon the great,scorn the ruin now,the seal has been stultified,
Mother of warnings,The Virgin whore also was halted,
You suppose divine,you perverted liars,you die of shame,
The razing of men,tenements,whilst I compare the future,
I am Zen and Horizon,beginning and end,
The hand that write,cast himself into hell,his sweat,
A heaven for all while he toiled,his Lord unfounded,
Do not the passages speak of a new heaven and a new earth,
The destruction of the last,not the western world my child,
Wilderness and with it wickedness,falsehood and sin,
And then he and he only returned to the wild.
Categories:
destructor, bible, universe, , western,
Form:
Blank verse
where one fist is thrown
another will see the knuckles displayed &
with each connection the rage from one
primate to the next comes spiraling downward---
there is a visceral reaction that brings the
onlooker back & if they are not sufficiently
distracted,
the cycle turns in motion like a perpetual machine
wherein the verbal fight in the workplace becomes
steam driven in the car to the pub after work wher
a skirmish ensues over the inability to release
stress through the affection of a sexual partner to be
discovered there,
instead, out into the parking lot,
with muscles thrusting, teeth gnashing &
all the feelings of the day sharpened & honed
right down to the tip of a needle---
where these bolts of distress & ferocity come from,
so buried deep inside, so much of our shared
animal state,
be it whatever way the energy bursting inside needs
to come out,
it will, without permission,
without cessation.
the pounding of another’s face,
the violence brought down like a hammer to a nail,
bashing relentlessly,
sends off lightening inside
erasing all consequences for a moment &
if it doesn’t go away outside,
it can be brought home---
in the illusion of comfortable peace found in the
american gothical bliss,
a maniacal jester laughs to itself
just behind the eyes &
the terror comes again.
this time, between two who once praised each other
in love,
now with tables turned comes the beating,
through only words or physical abuse,
the nature ripens & to any onlookers in the house
(primarily family), the destructor grows.
in destroying those around one, the claim is made
that the self is breaking down as well,
that the chaos in such a world is simply self-replicating,
something that will not die &
instead, will only blossom,
like the eggs of a cockroach spreading out to
create more cockroaches,
when the foot slams down to squish.
so onlooker learns the trade from onlookers
who stepped out one night to paint the town with
beatings & harsh words---
round & round & round the wheel goes &
where it will stop
(one would have to believe that it can in fact stop,
in order to finish this piece with the clichéd greeting
card-ish rhyme to be expected).
Categories:
destructor, life,
Form:
Free verse
You are the Poet,
Among the first five;
I do understand,
You are the
Poet of the Poet;
The best poet!
Neither “Homer”
Nor “Gibran”;
Neither “Neruda”;
Nor “Tagore”;
Like all other
Poet of the Poets;
You too scribbles nonsense,
Sometimes like the
other famous poets;
You yourself is the originator;
As well as the reader.
then you become
victorious; defeated…….
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You are the King
Among the first five
I do understand
You are the
King of the Kings;
The best King !
Neither “Charles II”
Nor “Henry V”;
Neither “Edward”;
Nor “Asoka”;
Like all other
King of Kings,
You yourself is the Creator;
as well as the destroyer;
You too declares world war
sometimes like the
other famous Kings!
Without warnings
You yourself is the creator;
As well as the destructor;
then you become
victorious;the defeated..
____________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
Categories:
destructor, inspirational,
Form:
Blank verse
Amada Hija,
Beloved Daughter,
¿Cómo estás?
How are You?
Vaya, te ves muy hermosa hoy.
Wow, You look very beautiful today,
pero siempre lucir bella todos los días.
but always look beautiful all day.
Su papi amoroso
Your loving Daddy,
Proyecto de ley
Bill
Tiene un gran día Majestad
Have a great day Majesty
Categories:
destructor, friendshipbeautiful, beautiful,
Form:
I've managed to master the art of self destruction, no need for the applause, no need for an introduction
When the curtains rise, the free spirit falls
Pain paints your face and blood crawls down the walls
The scenery is scrambled, the landscape is withered dust
New growth spawned down in cold black dirt, quenching your secret lust
I'm burning up, but I'm not on fire
I'm breaking down , as your lies begin to expire
slamming locked doors, leave everything behind
Smashing hearts made of glass
Regulating the changing of our minds
Our interpretation of what we think and how we feel
Creates eruptions of confusion, question everything we think is real
I've perfected, the skill of becoming infected, we live in troubled times and silence can now be injected
I think it's all finally coming to a close
We won't accept deception and mysteries will be solved
Anticipated feelings on the brink of extermination
Rain down and flood my life, with hallucinatory fascination s.
I'm freezing cold and slowly picked apart
I'm shutting down the machine that makes me sick how did it start?
Who was one the one that gave it life and a steady beating digital heart?
No blood to run red through cold steel veins
It's not real but pulses life through wires and sustains
A force so alien
A holographic reaper, our personal destructor as the decline grows steeper
In our final moments, ponder this last question
Did I satisfy your hallucinatory fascination s.
Curtains close and expose one last hidden blessing
Finding a heaven deep inside my..... hallucinatory fascination s.
Categories:
destructor, birth, blessing, dark, horror,
Form:
Rhyme
The mystery of it,
I, insignificant dust,
Low to the earth
And sinfully ugly,
Destructor of beauty,
So broken by life,
The mystery of it;
That I might,
In humble submission,
Dare to speak to
The Creator of all.
Categories:
destructor, love, relationship, religion, religious,
Form:
Blank verse
Evil is looking you right in the eye,
dressed in sweetness, knowing its devastating secret.
Its poison lies within the lie. Waiting for discovery. Smiling at you.
Patience is your enemy, denial will be your destructor.
Look beyond the surface for what you already know, but willfully ignore.
For you and evil are one, same wanting.
Beware, you will inherit what evil has to teach. An unwanted ability gained. Lives destroyed.
Happiness has no place in this triangle of self-destruction.
A heart wrenching disease befriends you, a sheep and wolf's game.
Poison entangled it's malicious, web, choking trust, murdering vows.
Blindness encouraging the affair.
Drops of your fear are the prize already won.
Lies come quick and easy, scripted and memorized,
but apologies burn like swallowing broken pieces of truth,
as the shards cut and tear,
a future bleeds to death.
Categories:
destructor, betrayal, relationship, trust,
Form:
Free verse
I've had to lose myself to madness just to know who I am. Every time less than me comes back. Madness grips hold of me tightly, nearly calming me I'm free from idealistic perceptions of what normal is. I'm free to cry through relentless laughter. I can laugh at the tears staining my face with hate. I can become anything, but mostly I'm nothing. Nothing I once assumed was just that. The lack of appeal for a second glance the clarity that I've been overlooked, walk past, misread, misjudged, not judged at all. I was grossly misinformed nothing seems to be the lack of everything. People walk right through me unless I rearrange my path for them. I build walls so my demons are held in not so everyone is kept out. Judgment of my lifestyle. Who I love, even worse who I can't love, always coming up short, never being enough for anyone, anything. I step back looking at myself. I'm unclear of who I am. Nothing I am nothing yet again. Nothing triggers my madness. I look for affirmation of any kind. Am I even alive? Is this my hell? It must be only that when I'm mad, dancing sides by side with all of my demons, the addict the liar the self-destructor. Only when I'm inside the relentless mosh pit getting thrown tirelessly, wildly from one to the next, every touch scarring me meticulously so no other human can see only then am I sane only then can I be seen only then am I loved. Madness holds me tighter. The music ceases. My demons leave as well. Lonely,battered, nothing effortlessly drags me back to reality everyone takes part in. I am nothing again till madness dances with my demons.
Categories:
destructor, anxiety, change, depression, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
side-effects of “civilized” idiocy
chronic western perpetual stress---
side-effect of the neon lit metropolis
side-effect of the wonderful illusion of “democracy”
side-effect of the dog-devour-dog reality of
capitalism,
always growing stronger, always eliminating other forms
of life, always eliminating other ways of life,
always demanding to the population of the world that
this is the way of the present &
this is the way of the future---
keeping us alert 24/7, keeping the eyes open
staring at screens, keeping the ears peeled with
mass quantities of decibels thumping wildly into our
eardrums, keeping the body a’twitch, keeping the insides
paranoid, keeping the body wallowing
(overweight & difficult to shed it, underweight & difficult to
gain it), keeping the heart pounding, keeping the muscles
tense, keeping sleep & rest a long distance away,
keeping us in a constant moment of
response to whatever echoes around us,
regardless of whether this stimulating destructor is
in fact
something to be terrified of at all
&
this is how we count the coffee spoons
this is how we grow old & die
this place that we have manufactured is no long for our living
so we push ourselves to develop the coming machines that will
replace us &
they live amongst us now,
doing things 5 times faster than we ever hoped &
never tiring,
without the need to worry about the deterioration of an organic body
without the need to suffer from
what will inevitably do all of us in
who still have blood flowing in our veins.
Categories:
destructor, life, body, , western,
Form:
Free verse
Ghost Santa Stealth came upon a dead night dreary,
His intention was madness and I was quite weary
He took bits of my mind, but not in the usual way
He chomped it out of my fleshy brain dendrite gray.
I felt him chewing, his masticating was angry and mean.
He was a destructor, a Christmas devouring, ugly machine.
He took my ideas and threw them outside in the snow.
He burned up my house, not fast, really slow.
I was trying to tell the firemen, but I could not speak.
He had eaten the part of my brain where language doth peak.
Might as well have scalped me. He chewed slow and gave me a fright.
I was terrified of this devil, that Christmas Eve Night.
Categories:
destructor, scary,
Form:
Rhyme