Best Devastated Poems
Finding myself devastated in the middle of the run,
I built up the courage to start with the new rising sun.
With thoughts of all the encountered failure coming one by one,
Making my life look like a piece of pavement unwieldy done,
I snuggled up with a few achievements, leaving behind none
With a tint of fear,
With a skeptical attitude towards the coming year.
I was bolstered up with a lot of cheer.
The importance of treating the ends as a start dawned on my broken tears.
Just a shadow
of who I used to be.
My heart has been scorched
my soul sun bleached
Both full of holes
and ragged edges
I gave up what defined me
I dropped my morals
I raised my boundaries
and I've pushed everyone outside
of the walls I have erected
around me.
Still I smile
I hug, I kiss, I laugh.
All hollow, empty echos
of how I used to
The brightness that was me
has faded away
like old blue jeans
parts of me are worn threadbare
I can't get myself back
Who I used to be has died
I can simply try to play
this empty echos part
a simple understudy
an empty heart
a devastated mind.
I'm so sorry I brought tears to your eyes,
each drop has grievously pierced my heart.
I wish to ease the pain each tear implies,
your sadness is tearing my world apart.
I lived the dream when you were by my side,
unaware my flirting was hurting you.
I didn't think it was cheating till you cried,
and l realized what I'd put you through.
When you became my wife and shared my name,
I never imagined this day would come.
Devastated by guilt, I'm racked with shame,
how could I possibly have been so dumb?
Although there's no excuse for what I've done,
let my kisses dry those tears one by one.
(Sonnet)
04,27,2019
Devastated and delirious
Feeling so suicidal
feeling so devastated
devastated and destroyed
devastated and ravaged
ravaged and ruined
ravaged and wasted
wasted and inconsolable
wasted and brokenhearted
brokenhearted and afflicted
brokenhearted and grieving
grieving and mournful
grieving and anguished
anguished and in despair
anguished and despondent
despondent and dejected
despondent and depressed
depressed and disheartened
depressed and downcast
downcast and gloomy
downcast and saddened
saddened and pitiful
saddened and pained
pained and anxious
pained and moody
moody but encouraged
moody but heartened
heartened and comforted
heartened and hopeful
hopeful and reassured
hopeful and contented
contented and cheerful
contented and happy
happy and merry
happy and joyful
joyful and delighted
joyful and radiant
radiant and jubilant
radiant and elated
elated and exhilarated
elated and exultant
exultant and gladdened
exultant and blissful
blissful and ecstatic
blissful and enraptured
enraptured and transported
enraptured and delirious
delirious and walking on air
delirious and transcendent
transcendent
air
50 line blitz
emotional roller coaster what a ride!
John Derek Hamilton
July 26,2016
Take me out of here and,
Never bring me back to this dungeon
Hell for the monkeys
What eyes could see what i have seen without going blind?
What mouth could speak of where i have been without going
dumb?
My legs wobbled and trembled
Hands held high in defeat
I have been through hell
And it rejected me, begged for my leave
Devastated, enraged, shattered and desperate
Who could believe it was caused by a friend?
Most trusted and honoured among all
It pays to work with an enemy rather than a friend.
My eyes are dim and weak.
Love and passion gone to exile
Strength dashed away sadly
She betrayed me, authorities took over
In a trickish violated manner
I became dumb, never allowed to say a word
Became the morning and afternoon scapegoat
Feeble after the hundred metre race
To save a bereaved life.
All she had to do was sit back
Watch the harvest song play out
Then, i follow
Once i stepped in and fall
She got an instant scape goat.
Out there, the air and people molested me.
A sharp fire ripped a hole in my stomach
I'm not sure whether a rage or pain but it hurt so much
Always in a dead silence against my right
Behind this bar, i felt blood drained from my face
Each seconds i looked at her
She's breathing heavily_panting through her sobs.
As a friend and liar
A lunatic and a lover
As a bored rich kid, a fear nothing thrill seeker
An odds defying gambler and even,
For the briefest of moment, as a perfect daughter in-law
I have seen her every where in between
But never as a betrayer
I reread her names half a thousand times
The calmest among us zubem
Thus fear a silent man
A fist of nausea punches in the throat,
And my chest caved in
With the taste of freedom on my tongue
Inside my chest, a volcano of rage explode
But in all dear do take me out of this dungeon.
The thunder peals so loud I hold my ears,
and shut my eyes against the fulgent flash,
as lightning slashes through the blackened sky.
Oh, please, have mercy, give me one more day.
I've laid my stillborn son within her arms,
cocooned in quilts she'd sewn before the fire.
The agony consumes my tortured soul
as rain for which I'd prayed now fills the grave.
Yet hard and fast the raindrops come in sheets
to wash away the earth I'd dug in scoops.
Exhausted now, I stare, as mud slides down
into the hole in ugly rain-swept globs
where lies my precious love, my hope, my life
and beats upon the withered stalks of grain.
It’s hard to ease the pain,
Of something hoped for dearly–
To try to hide the hurt,
When bruises show too clearly
The loss of what we thought was real,
Has left a hole in both our hearts,
And though I know our wounds will heal,
It's hard when good things fall apart.
Oh, Now! The Words that should have come, too soon
Do fade away and into Paradise!
All that I would have said in that white room,
Is fall’n to naught! I’ve mightily paid its price!
I reassured you, after you were crying,
That I would Always Come – we'd a reprieve!
I prayed, and prayed, but Heaven wasn't buying...
I would have SAVED you – SOMEHOW! …I deceive
Myself! I would have begged you, heartily, not!
I would have begged you, heartily, not to go!
But I’d relaxed my wires that had been taut,
Because I thought you WELL – I was wrong, though!
Still, Heaven DID give us that Day of Grace
That ended – with your body… empty space…
Life was good, just like food.
In the wood, I was in a good mood.
My body was fully cool like water in a pool
I was feeling in my divine kingdom.
Living an evocative and peaceful expedition.
I felt in paradise, and never dreamt dying alive.
Today, your mark in my heart has remained so smart.
Together, you used to force not to cause a faulter;
As smiles were abundant on your ruby lips.
As I smelt your aisles’ sweat, I died fell in emotion;
Both my ears were deafened by blind adventure.
Sometimes, I dream people face challenges.
Away from you, now the kingdom you expand.
Done with one King, you invite his princes,
An Emperor passing closer, you demand.
At night, I am awake thinking of the kingdom
Shattered and mishandled by unknown roitelets
The little tree is thornless, but it grows to produce some.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
My mind had a door embedded
with gems of emotion !
Through that entrance I greeted you always.
Now all gemstones are fallen off,
leaving shadow of glaze in empty sockets.
You walked away on promise
to be back by 'tomorrow'.
No more to voice my ardent ardour
but to drag dull days on false expectation
of your so called 'tomorrow'.
“How Strange… it’s Hard for me to wash your clothes:
They will be put away for the last time…
They’ve stayed ten months in small piles, and, who knows?
They won’t be done, before I write this rhyme…”
I can’t give up her coat – she will be cold…
I can’t give up her jeans – what will she wear?
I can’t give her good care, and I can’t hold
Her… “Would you stay a little while? Your hair…
I miss the scent, when I would press my face
Against your sleeping shoulder, lie in bliss…
And now, one lock of hair, now empty space
On your side of the bed. I think I miss
You… O! The Travesty! Love – come to this!
But no, Love Lives! It’s the small things, like your kiss…”
The days of happiness skedaddled
And made a grimace out of the wrinkled face
Which in a drunken stupor , saddled
With the burden of desires , unlike a sage
Broke into a lugubrious psalm.
Spurs hallucinated, hampering the vision
Hitherto held the verbosity to the mind.
Brevity , the soul of the known wit and precision
Was curtailed by the curtains making him blind,
With the dead silhouette , bound to be embalmed.
An escapist the rather practical man became
Mortified by the rather inconvenient inadequacies.
Of all the epitaphs ever scripted , it was a shame
Written for one's own lifeless shell , the colloquies
In an attempt to make oneself calm.
wolf stands at top of only timber he can find
studies barren wasteland
which used to be home
destroyed by man’s fire
lone wolf keening
searches for lost mate
not understanding this devastation
hating man more than ever before
family gone
clan gone
lone wolf, stands alone
too devastated to howl
wolf stands at top of only timber he can find
studies barren wasteland
which used to be home
destroyed by man’s fire
lone wolf keening
searches for lost mate
not understanding this devastation
hating man more than ever before
family gone
clan gone
lone wolf, stands alone
too devastated to howl