Best Devastates Poems
Betrayal devastates your trusting heart,
severing the bonds of love from the start.
And depression slowly entraps your soul;
for disparaging lies exact their toll.
Chameleon clouds change to match your mood
by releasing tears, sad emotions brewed.
And at the crossroads of sane and insane,
your heart breaks under the weight of your pain.
A fickle Sun no longer shares its light,
sulking within shadows gathered by Night.
And feigning feelings, you struggle to cope,
for a broken heart cannot harbor Hope.
The specter of fear festering in dreams;
fuels frightening bouts of silent screams.
And at the end of the tunnel, no light,
the future is opaque, obscured by fright.
The promise of tomorrow made to youth
was written on yesterday's fragile truth.
And happiness is a wine without weight;
simply a bouquet decanted by fate.
Grief conceals itself
behind a veil
of anger, fear, and disbelief:
and yet, it invades your every thought.
In your heart, you want to lash out
at Death:
to send the hurt back!
Grief clings to Death:
and in so doing
devastates the living.
Your world shrinks
to memories:
reflected in pools of tears.
And life loses its spark:
a part of you is missing;
leaving a hole in your heart.
Time is but a concept
of the mind:
it has no power over grief.
And yet, there is something
stronger than time,
that can numb the pain, and comfort the soul:
a faith, fueled by love, hope, and trust.
Enter the Everest that devastates
as he never ever rests and demonstrates
his quick wit picnic of traits that place
with lickety split flicks on the page
the tricks of a contortionist wrist that emits embers at pace
as he commits and performs on the centre stage
with the impact of a storm from the biblical age
the act of an adorned prolific rampage.
Irresistible talent abundantly apparent
you thought you'd witnessed
ability but until now you hadn't
when the rest in the business
appear to be unskilled
and transparent
as their best rhymes diminish
right here to be unfulfilled
and redundant
thus divested of finesse
while it's clear to see you're thrilled
in this moment.
slinking through the woods
finding camaraderie only from wolves
heartless, relentless, self-absorbed
predator of the vulnerable
devouring her soul
crushing her hopes
devastating dreams
finding satisfaction when she succumbs
the fox knows nothing of love
seeks but conquest
revels in despair of victims
takes her carcass down to the river
washes purity from her tormented soul
she saw feigned promise in his eyes
the fox, the wolf, the demon
who devastates
devours
crushes
while grinning with satisfaction
Confronting fragile feelings within;
pain will inevitably begin.
And pride rebuffs attempts to amend,
the sins that you stubbornly defend.
In a world of shakers and takers,
trickery breeds liars and fakers.
And fledgling spirits, clipped of their wings;
attract trouble and the tears it brings.
Doubt devastates your heart with despair;
letting uncertainty foul the air.
You tell yourself you're not like the rest,
yet studying love, you fail its test.
Rife with both flattery and deceit;
memories are often bittersweet.
And blind to the jealousy you bear,
it bends the truth; well beyond repair.
Fears that fester in shadow and dream;
constantly prey on low self-esteem.
For in truth, there's nothing more tragic;
than a heart bereft of love's magic.
Hiding in the shadows
dementia devastates;
as sanity slowly
begins slipping away.
When your memory fails,
life loses its meaning;
and you become depressed;
bewildered, and confused.
Your heart morphs into a
desolate derelict;
a floundering vessel
not even love can save.
Hope's quickly depleted,
for trust doesn't exist;
only time remains true,
in this facade of lies.
And when reality's
stranger than any dream;
Alzheimer's tethers your
soul to oblivion.
Love should feel like a burning flame of fire,
fueled by everlasting bonds of trust.
And not the promises of a liar;
distorting truths in the pursuit of lust.
You feel the tears building behind your eyes
as your hopes sink, scuttled by betrayal.
And realizing what each drop implies,
dreams collapse as anxieties prevail.
An unbearable pain pierces your heart
when truth dispels the illusion of lies.
And while doubt and mistrust tear it apart,
depression devastates trust as it dies.
The empty promises your heart endured
were a mix of fantasy and pretense.
And juvenile dreams that never matured;
spurred a catastrophic set of events.
Like a river, destiny sets love's course;
and yet, you choose who will be by your side.
So, if fate veers and heads toward remorse,
change direction to stop the hurt inside.
Unrequited love is shallow,
lacking depth; it cannot float dreams.
Yet, you will forego happiness
for a lifetime of silent screams.
Both tormentor and destroyer,
doubt devastates your sense of pride.
A heart that craves a love denied
will wilt and slowly die inside.
Wishes attack reality;
striking with irrational force.
Unattainable dreams fuel
frustration, anger, and remorse.
Truth defines the expectations
and anticipations of youth.
And yet, you have fallen in love,
acknowledging no other truth.
Feeling lost, nothing seems real,
drowning in tears, you cling to hope.
Yet rejected hearts tend to break;
finding it difficult to cope.
Glimpses of you…
An image so mesmerizing, I bask in shame to rely on these bedazzled eyes
So full of wisdom and heart, your globes keep me glazed
Grazed on the swift-shotted bullet of your gaze
Do not let him see how he drives me mad
Get your head out of space, decapitate this case
This spell of ever-turning lust crumbles me to dust
For this love both devastates and fulfills me
Makes a monster out of me—strong-wills me!
I ache—god, how I ache
As I reach for a touch of your glorious existence
Darting through the crackled splinters of resistance
It is a throbbing pain pulsing in my brain
Wetting the corners of philosophic peaks
To discover your roots are for another
I drive down underneath
Take a shot of your toughest glass
And turn your head away from the lure
Push it aside that his intentions are pure
Find a path towards the sycamore
Focus on the tree’s gallant twists
In life never succumbing to the neurotic mists
She grows toward the sun like she needs no one!
Worrying not of the bullets—for she is the gun
Stand tall amongst the majority’s dream of original
Your heights will keep you satisfied
For in lust we only die
The sun’s strong rays provide the hope for better days
Yet still at times the branches twist and rest upon his gaze
Think you can control me? Control my words?
They are oozing and bubbling already, and not your direction.
Control me?
I laugh. I scoff. I sing. I throw my bags in a taxi. I am gone.
But wait a second I tell the cabbie. I run back in.
To get in the last word.
I throw it onto your face. It grabs your cheeks and squeezes.
My next sentence punches your gut. It hurts you. Devastates you.
Just a second! I yell out the window to the cab driver.
Just one more second! I throw a paragraph.
She jumps into your astonished open mouth and she hurts your gums.
She hurts you like you hurt me, only worse.
No. That would be impossible. I hear the cabbie honking.
Stick out my tongue and turn to go.
Words come out of your mouth now.
Stinging, mean, ugly, unkind, awful words.
I run from the house and jump into the cab.
I wish I could have stayed to see your face as you read my note.
But the cab driver might have driven off with my bags
and my notebooks are in there. All of them. I only left you one page.
With a torn off side. And little pieces that fell onto the floor.
I will miss the dog. Nothing else.
You can have my clothes.
I could not fit but one pair of panties in my suitcase anyway.
The poems are all here. This is all I will ever want.
Smoking is a deadly addiction
that slowly kills with each cigarette.
And as tobacco tightens its grip
it devastates you with its effect.
You shun the rules of society
and sneak that inevitable puff.
For you're hooked and unable to quit,
your nicotine habit's much too tough.
You fight off bouts of anxiety,
but they invariably come back.
And you feel a sense of revulsion
knowing your lungs are pitted and black.
Willingly smoking your life away
is involuntary suicide.
But defying all explanations,
rose-colored glasses are applied.
(Quatrain)
5/6/2015
Water- Lauryn hill unplugged( Kian breakfast in bed)
I shouldn't spend so much time
in the forlorn
Saddened by the mistakes that haunt me
The past for which I can not change is gone for good
Rinsed down the drain.
And that's a good thing
A filtration system meant to recycle in
the fresh experiences and insights that will
quench my thirst.
I wasn't the last and I wont be the first.
Love is alot like water, or a running spring, or maybe a well
Time will tell if this levy will break again, if my heart bursts open it could become a tsunami, the epic disaster would be immeasurable the carnage that devastates all who crosses the path.
The pain is palpable, disease is incurable, the number of affected people is a toll that is non billable. You do the math.
The water I speak of can be stream in a meadow,, It can be redirected as she could be swimming up stream with a different fellow. My heart is yellowed, afraid of this angry sea, Mighty storm torrential rain before me. Never mind that I can't swim, can't save you if I tried, besides who can swim and cry?
I've drowned in my failures drifting along until I found this life line
Now it's a combination of destiny, and time.
Will I beach at a paradise or beaten by the rocks while floating down stream. Sublime.
The water is a force, the beach beckons, can't have earth sans water. Can't have food, can't have rain, can't have showers, baths, soak pain away, rinse away, drink to cure, can be serene and pure. Visceral, celestial,natural, perennial, preferential, moving about my earth directing my new flow. Cleansing me letting it all go taken away lost in your ocean living off the idea that inside me will one day again grow.
Changing your priorities
broadens the width of your scope.
And you start searching your heart
for a faint glimmer of hope.
Luck leaps merrily along,
then makes a sharp reversal.
For life's not a Broadway play;
there's no script or rehearsal.
The beauty of Winter's white
leaves Autumn colors in doubt.
And when tears morph into guilt;
anxieties start to sprout.
Reality devastates
dreams sculpted by hope and time.
For emotions are fickle;
and often turn on a dime.
Life is meant to be enjoyed;
or it'll simply slip away.
And you can start by merely
appreciating today.
Gathered with sister, my mother and kleenex,
Oblivious to our red noses, facial poses and tears,
Nudging each other with movie memory reflex -
Each of us embrace characters long held as dear.
We submit joyously to this continuous, intense escape
Inside the lives of scandalous Scarlett and romantic Rhett.
Trials and tribulations of civil war, deceit and love shape
Heaven and hell into a dramatic, unforgettable duet.
Torn, we watch as hunger, fear and surrounding violent war,
Harms character’s hearts and more discouragements pour.
Enemy destruction devastates Southern life and lore.
While wishing true love’s fulfillment for Rhett’s desirous heart,
Inevitably his sexy charm will wham our hearts like a wild lamb.
No one should dare interrupt our favorite, dramatic film art, or
Disturb Rhett’s last line, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
Raindrops pelting your window,
commiserate with your pain.
And simulating teardrops;
trickle slowly down the pane.
You left home on an impulse,
chasing love at seventeen.
And although you trusted him,
he abruptly fled the scene.
Reality devastates;
as you comprehend your fate.
For your heart has been betrayed;
and love has morphed into hate.
Left all alone and pregnant;
you cannot conceal your shame.
And as your eyes fill with tears,
you know life won't be the same.
Your hands cannot stop trembling;
watching your life fall apart.
And anguish begins to gnaw
at the insides of your heart.
From a fetal position;
you witness the heavens cry.
And stare up at the raindrops;
falling from a sobbing sky.