Best Ebb Away Poems
The clock on the wall says half past eight , and I'm going to be late again
The clock counts down my earth time and never misses a beat
each tick tock is of my life clock, one less breath to breathe
It's no fun when you see your life slowly ebb away .
work to live, don't live to work, as tomorrow may never come
at home at last. you kick the cat and kiss the kids as you walk in
greet the wife and ask if she has had a nice day. and sit and eat your tea
Its then off to bed so you can do it all again.
And as for your kids,well, the bosses will have them doing it all again
All. Day. Long.
I sit there, in my chair, All. Day. Long.
Glaring at people I hate.
The people who are but mere memories.
Mere dust in the wind.
All that I know has blown away,
taken by my faulty actions.
The dull replay of Meteora fills my room with lyrical insanity,
tempting me with beat and anger.
But I’ve realised it’s not the music that’s dull.
It’s myself. I am dull.
Dull, empty, detached, dead.
My actions have caused this, my mental instability.
My arms and wrists, they’re crisscrossed with faint pink patterns,
the product of my attempts at reattachment and relief.
Eternal smiles of violet beneath my eyes, wrinkles surround my lips.
My skin, yellow from the drugs, reflects weakly the sunlight from outside.
I blame everyone but myself, my personality rotten to the core.
My lungs, as well, shredded by smoke that acted like needles.
I couldn’t help myself, I jest in my mind.
I’ve been trying to shove the blame onto something but myself,
only to find there is nothing to blame but myself.
My body has been wracked to this state,
a state well beyond my mere 29 years.
My mind, hanging from a cliff.
Threatening to free fall at any moment.
As I sit there, in my chair,
memories of an age long gone from my life flash before my eyes.
A girl I loved, laughing.
Her and I lying in the grass, at a lake’s edge.
A cat akin to night, eyes green as mine, purring softly in my lap.
Flashes of guns, from a war forgotten by all but me.
As I reminisce these memories, a spark of feeling—pain.
Upwelling in my gut.
Through my chest.
Stabbing into the side of my head.
The pain triggers a new wave of recollection.
Again, the girl. My mind so foggy I can’t remember her name.
Dancing slowly to a song no longer heard of.
Snow. A blush of the cheeks. Hands in mine, warming and comfortable.
The pain in my head intensifies, blinding me.
I fall from my chair, the first time I’ve moved all day. In 2 days.
Shaking my head, I pull myself up. Standing, I look around.
Another flash of pain, followed by a sensation I’d all but forgotten.
Her lips. At dusk. The very first time.
I stumble away from an unseen being, crashing into the wall.
Blinking my eyes furiously, I right myself.
Waiting a moment, I sit back down.
And let the dullness take over, the pain ebb away,
and the memories to replay.
All. Day. Long.
I come to you with a broken spirit and an open mind,
Seeking your wisdom and ties that bind,
Asking for nothing more than a comforting hand,
A place for this drifter to safely land,
But you turn me away because of your own defects
Quoting me phrases from an ancient text,
Never seeking to read what was actually written,
Barking and biting at what has already been bitten,
A slave to your own blindness you will not even deign,
To listen to a truth which your tainted ear may profane,
I'm still speaking, yet you have not heard,
The sound of my voice nor the depth of my words,
Like drawings in the sand your thoughts ebb away,
Leaving a clean slate for ignorance to prey.
Without Your Love
Without your love, my life
I feign would ebb away.
Without you love, that
kindled flame of passion’s fire,
would turn to ashes cold and gray.
Without your love, my heart
grows cold, my feelings dead.
Without your love, those moments
when we chance to meet,
would change from happiness to dread.
Without your love
these eyes these lips so lonely pout.
Without your love to free my
lonely spirit from it’s hideaway.
To ride kindred spirit, seeking it’s way out.
Charles Grady Henderson
May 13, 2020
In time shadows in an old windy shed
are names of sojourners who've passed this way;
now my wandering boot does older tread
where I passed on a long forgotten day.
I see their faces on wall and jetty
drinking beer, watching the wind and tide turn,
where on horizon across a dark sea
aerodrome Air Squadron lights brightly burn.
Time and tide fade in this hidden cove
where beneath the waves the taniwha rove.
By the salt marshes of this cold gulf sea
I carved my name for a posterity.
On its seawall and rocky jutting shore
the white breasted gulls and shags flit the sky –
yes, there was a time but not anymore
I gazed the stars over Whenuapai.
Crazed by lunar tide and hearts asunder
fumbling some Anglo lass or native girl,
or some legless dumb fool fallen under
feeding the fishes with a mighty hurl!
Into its riptides we dived bombed its depths
on a leap of faith into the drop zone,
and from its pull clung to those ocean steps
where over the Skyhawk war birds had flown.
Time and tide fade in this hidden cove
where beneath the waves the taniwha rove.
By the salt marshes of this cold gulf sea
I carved my name for a posterity.
Those dark undercurrents still rip below
when its flood of memories ebb away,
and now all I am is a time shadow
where I passed on a long forgotten day.
Written: December 1991
Destroyed
By Nathan Hannen
Hello, Hello, Are you there?, Said the animal to the human
Yes, Oh yes, Im here to kill you, Renounce your habitats
Ruiner of nature and all that's good, What do you think you are doing?
What I have been told, My lordship
But what is your vocation?, And what is your motivation to commit such cruelty?
Oh ease your bickering, My chimney's must smoke
I live in this world with you too, And I will choke my heart dead
T'is a shame, Oh little creation, Knowing you are lesser
My brethren will cull you, And extinct your kind with guns
Listen, Oh creature of damnation, The need for guns is void
Oh, Cunning minority with no strength, Why is this?
You will force upon us all, Black and disease, A vile putrid stench
You will be the smoke of your chimney, The poisoner of your offspring
Ah, So it seems you speak of caution and danger unto me
My earth poisoners will swipe their tongues, Acidic your homes
I scarcely believe your idiocy for there is no need for the end
My lord belongs to me, As does yours, Turn your bearings, Malice
I have no lord you creature of sin and spoil, He knows not me
Oh human, Oh human, He will come one day and pillage you
Foolish one with no normal heart and decrepit bones, Ebb away, Recede
My home, Oh my poor children, Playing in the chimney's, They choke
The animals are but dust, And the trees, Oh the trees, They are just rust
Human ruiner, You failed to take heed, Why so is this?
Oh lord, My vision in life, I have served in frivolity
No, This is what your service has amounted to, My lord what rubbish
The End.
REWORKED 27 OCT 2017
I'm sorry I'm reposting this, I had to rework it for better meaning continuity and flow of speech.
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Time pulls life by its hand
and she's gliding along,
to see, to sense to enjoy,
proliferates with pride,
but..... it's waning too,
breadth after breadth spent.
Doesn't know, time doesn't tell her
it's being ebb away,
cheats on young life's careless richness,
don't t feel time an enemy.
Young minds don't know what's
thirty, forty,fifty years,
they go along, they have plenty to spend.
As life is waning, lessens, feels lighter,
and counts her breadths fewer.
Humbled then, pulls her hand,
but the grasp is tight, it's late.
Time, is dragging her now,
time and life are one, it's nature's destiny.
The mountains and the seas,
the sun and the stars sent time away,
life didn't learn it, nor curing wane.
Nature faulted on life,
created her bittersweet.
Thieves, time and demising death,
you're stealing our things,
our inner worlds,
switching existence to nothing.
We are life, only life,
that's all we're, life, nothing else.
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PREVIOUS VERSION
Time pulls life by its hand and she's gliding along,
to see, to sense to enjoy,
doesn't tell her, her being ebb away, breadth after breadth.
Young life has time to spend, young mind don't know
what's twenty, thirty, fifty years, doesn't feel time an enemy.
It's proliferating, while it's waning, breadth after breadth spent,
lessens, feels lighter, and counts her breadths fewer.
Humbled then, pulls her hand, but the grasp is tight, too late.
Time, is dragging her now, time and life are one,
it's nature's destiny.
We are life, only life, that's all we're, life,
nothing else.
The mountains and the seas, the sun and the stars sent time away,
but life didn't learn how,
or how to cure waning.
Nature faulted on life, created her bittersweet.
Thieves time and demise,
you're stealing our things, our inner worlds,
switching existence to nothing.
Ooh Lord,
Lost between files, forgotten in daily schedules
slipping away in the daily humdrum of dear life
and quietly ebbing from my mind is a verse.
Of the warm embrace of the yellow orb that attends my mornings,
And of the friendly chatter and heavy pats that at times encapsulate my afternoons,
Of the sounds of lowing of cattle with their clanging bells that I yearn for in my evening, sauntering from the rolling hills yonder into the open kraals besides the warm smoking huts,
And of the patter patter of the of the pearly ocean waves, quietly muffling the hooting madness to gently lull me in my nights.
Or better still of that first warm smile replete with promise, or that parting embrace heavy with looming tear,
Or of gentle pets and carefree laughter in the lush park, or one of a forlorn bench beside a moat of solitude.
Give me time
Before the tender caress of the yellow orb no longer thaws my frame,
And the friendly chatter is quieted to soft sobs,
The heavy pats emasculated to pale caresses of loss,
The lowing of cattle is supplanted by solemn sermon,
The clanging bells begin tolling atop a turret
and the soft patter patter eases in to the unbroken still of placid waters
To pen a verse
Before a warm smile I can no longer partake,
And a sad embrace and the welling tear no longer prick a steely heart,
And a cold frame is no longer attuned to gentle touches and gaily laughter
Before busy schedules ebb away, deadlines fleet, and files dissipate,
Before waters yonder muffle the humdrum of a busy life,
Till only the dregs of a forlorn bench besides the moat of disappointment
quietly attended by all the time I should have penned a verse, is all that remains,
Ooh lord give me time to pen a verse.
as rain begins to fall from the sky
my forgotten memories make me cry
I feel forsaken and I don't know why
my entire body begs to die
as tears slowly fall from the sky
the rain comes down harder still
and I force down a bitter pill
a pill of sorrow and regret
of all the fears I've never met
of what I should have always been
all just memories in the end
the sky blackens with the storm
and I begin to slowly mourn
everything that has been torn
my heart, my soul, is all forlorn
as I darken with the storm
near the end of the day
the rain begins to ebb away
but the darkness lingers still
and I wonder why, until
I realize with a start
that the darkness is my heart
You pain alone, someone else can't feel your flesh where feelings etch, and named anguish. With so many around feel alone, can't truly share it, to soften and wane. Words don't transfer feelings, only describe them a bit, they don't make you feel what someone else feels. Are you strong, for an ultimate support, to align with the distressed flesh, to feel what really feels, to share undesirable feelings and banish them.
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I wish I could take your soul in mine
and link your mind to mine too,
only soul to soul and mind to mind,
is a touch to inner flesh,
there, where thoughts and feelings emerge,
born and grown,
nerve to nerve, neuron to neuron.
Soul to soul, mind to mind,
you'll feel the ultimate support:
You're not alone
to face the fear of your eyes
and the sadness of your face.
You are two now, you and you mine,
you have me, as you have you,
we're two, but I am yours to ingest,
in a happy expense for your sadness.
We'll share your thoughts and feelings,
these, that your inner world saved in your eyes,
we'll glide wavy seas and stormy skies,
to ride stormy fears and the wavy sadness,
and calm our anguished soul,
wavy seas and stormy skies lull,
calming the worries of sadness and fears.
Unified as we will be,
the fear will wane, and the sadness will ebb away.
That's a lot to do, but little for my will.
Transplant your thoughts to mine,
they'll become ours,
feel them then, becoming harmless,
I'll return them sadness-less, safe,
to see your eyes bright again,
and light on your face,
you will be you again,
but without me anymore,
heightened, detached, free.
Death, where are you
01/05/2018
Battered and broken, body a crumpled and crushed mess,
Lifeless on cold concrete, near death, in distress.
Motorbike versus truck, who won? Well you can guess.
Death, where are you...
No emotions, no fears, no nothing. Just pain.
I lay there in agony waiting in the soft rain,
For my life to ebb away, to quiet my wailing brain.
Death, where are you...
Breathless and beaten, I wished my life taken.
Why should I live with life as I knew it forsaken.
When my head hit the ground, why did I awaken?
Death, where are you...
Ten years have passed since that fateful day,
Destiny decided there was a price I must pay,
With my ability to run and jump for joy taken away.
Death, where are you...
Rhyme and Refrain.
Sponsor, Broken wings
Born into this world full of hope
but soon we feel it ebb away
so many struggles are in our face
there's no lack of them every day
Our reaction is to turn right around
immediately change gear reverse back
run from all our life's troubles
but honestly forward's the right track
In the midst of all these struggles
we learn answers to questions of life
in this crucible of regular affliction
there's a remedy through this strife
Strength is received in midst of all this
a divine hand seems so real
giving us growth within ourselves
able to overcome whatever we feel
So be thankful for your trials
there's a purpose here for good
to develop a real strong character
so you look a right real cool dude!
That day I met you in park
I did not see any a woman
but an angel in golden body
golden without any stains
Come along to live with me
the only life under the sun
let the moon stop to watch
let the sea calm down to see
You are mine forever truly
I have put a stamp on you
my heart trembles with joy
that joy never to ebb away
Let us teach humans in love
all living things that do love
all creatures that lust in life
come, watch love on wheels
You are mine forever in love
All I have are yours in trust
Forever and ever and ever× 2
A ragged, faded shirt hangs hopelessly
upon the bruised and tattered skin.
The scruffy looking jacket hides
an emotional tornado twisting within.
Torn jeans reject a patch's tender repair,
as knobby knees quickly wear them out.
Worn out shoes quietly trip
over the endless rocks of self doubt.
Many proud and foolish colors are humbled,
when the conceited dyes ebb away.
These tattered strips of frail human fabrics
show how far society has gone astray.
As simple seams rip with violent passion,
wisps of wailing winds haunt mankind's ears.
These tattered and battered human souls
barely survive in a world blind to human tears.
This love – how tragically bittersweet it is…
A dance macabre, performed on fallen angel wings;
It is a gliding duet of two lost souls,
Spiralling together into ethereal self destruction –
In a doomed embrace, on a breath of acrid smoke
They tumble down and down and down…
Into the bottomless gloom,
Into the flames of the inferno –
Into death
This love – how transcendent, how delusional,
The broken halves of two hearts,
Straining to form a whole…
Two hands, flailing in the dark,
Seeking a warm and consoling palm…
Two mouths, open, gasping –
Striving for a last doomed kiss,
For the breath of sweet corrupted life…
This love – how misleading, how misunderstood
They have fooled themselves perhaps;
Only time will tell, if it is all just an elaborate lie
Or the truth, etched in track-marked veins
And the blood tears of a young girl’s battered heart
And only time will tell if love will bear them up,
Out of the graves they have dug,
Or if they will pick up their shovels,
Wipe their haggard brows, and dig deeper…
Deeper, into the impassive corpse-cold earth
This love – how much potential it holds, for death,
Or for a better life than before;
A life of fresh rose petals and tickles on a river bank
Bathed in afternoon sun…
A life of shared woes, of ecstatic highs, of rebirth…
And how much potential it holds, too, for carnage, and for cowardice…
Oh how will it end, my dear?
Will it all come crashing down, now,
On this grim grey afternoon –
Will the tenuous tie between them break, and if so,
Who will take the fall?
Who will tumble into death first?
And vanish into the dark abyss?
That is the question that stands, a bleak executioner,
Over those two broken hearts
And the answer will come soon now,
In a matter of moments, as the sun sets and a blood moon rises
And the sands of time ebb away…
Oh it is a cold and bittersweet day…