Best Erosion Poems
Gullies scar brown earth
Hurricanes bring erosion
Of both soil and lives
Drum beats inside black bare hairy chests
Tradition hidden in treasure chests
Chess played on mother earth , sounds like home
Home grown sounds ringing throughout the neighborhood
Stomachs kneeling and praying for food
Fathers crossing boarder lines and going for good
Living life behind the calabash
Brothers behind bars
Mother's beauty behind scars
The sacred statue of mother Theresa caresses those in prisons
Prisons of the mind can never be unlocked
Smoke in the nearby village , culture is burning
Village heads lay their heads on village grief
The village thief steals at noon
And then the slave hunters
Lurking in expensive
Futures perishing like sinners in hell
Let me not breath the air that sinners inhale
I come from light
I am pain
I come from life
*STREETPO3TRY*
yesterday's trickle down
today's precipitation
tomorrow's cascade
Inspired by Raul's photo
Erosion - 1
With a scholar eye I am looking at-
Looking at Sharpened Dream,
Burning heart burning across
Feeling the sour, feeling the layer
Is being wet tongue, gradually uncovered
vibrating lips and stick while mixing at liquor
- A chemical compound searching for eyes
- Searching liberty from sin
- Burning the recipe of purity
I am chewing all the glamour with tortured eyes
Breathing fragrance;
breathing easily passing days and nights
Easily
being tortured, told her-
As its an erosion ; it’s a feelings
Written by Javed Akter
Erosion – 2
Sharp Sunshine ; I become anxious
sharpened me while it touches
the ground
Like homeless lives I search forever
Blue ; blue feelings always
Walking around
Always sliding doors are crawling
Crawling ever now and then
Kindly me; myself kind while waking up
After long night sleepless; sleeveless
From deadly bed
Changing everything; changing backbone slowly
Steadily this side and that
Every time looking at decay
-Decay altering the sides
my feelings ; herself towards
I moved onto the farm when I was eleven,
To the farm eroded of trees.
I’d stand on the hill in the middle of summer,
Unshaded in a blistering breeze.
Then the winter shook hands and my work it began,
Iron barrow, saplings, and a spade.
I planted, I nurtured, hundreds of trees,
Before I realised I’d been betrayed.
It took a plague of rabbits a week to destroy,
Every tree in my little plantation.
So I replanted each tree, surrounded with plastic,
In a war of land occupation.
Then the sheep we had, broke through a fence,
And devoured every little one.
Damn, new strategy, wire mesh for each,
The regrowth had, now, just begun.
Then a drought, “you’re kidding” every tree turned to dust,
Every tree I’d planted with care.
The drought broke when I was fifteen, so I replanted the hill,
Replanted on a wing and a prayer.
Now, thirty years since, you can’t see the hill anymore,
It’s blanketed by leaves on the trees.
You can now stand on the hill in the middle of summer,
Shaded with a cool, calm, comfortable breeze.
Time melting away,
Dissolving in a slow fade;
Never found again.
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Inspired from 'Explosion'
By Salvador Dali
www.s-kite-art.com/dali/dali04.html
Day by day, our lives are worn away
That is nature, needs no undue fuss
But let it be by things we choose to do
And not by things unwilling done to us
Love is in the air,
Puckered lips of sandstone skin:
Kisses of the wind.
See precious times well frozen
before details are stolen,
robbing blissful enjoyment
from your heart’s place as chosen.
Deny years their flash erosions.
True bliss strokes both heart and head.
Stop those thief years that shred
treasured looks and prized words said.
We must master the golden thread
keeping time and memories wed.
Cradling the moment when joy fills space,
stays elation's satiny, potent embrace
and silky case for recall’s firm place.
With gratitude, born in faith,
lovingly grasp nostalgia’s trace.
Washed away the tides pull the sands
Small particles back from the shore
Eroded unkept footsteps tracks
Of passers by are seen no more
The sun the moon bare witness
To this subliminal demise
A natural course followed daily
Ritualistically done over time
Erosion - 1
With a scholar eye I am looking at-
Looking at Sharpened Dream,
Burning heart burning across
Feeling the sour, feeling the layer
Is being wet tongue, gradually uncovered
vibrating lips and stick while mixing at liquor
- A chemical compound searching for eyes
- Searching liberty from sin
- Burning the recipe of purity
I am chewing all the glamour with tortured eyes
Breathing fragrance;
breathing easily passing days and nights
Easily
being tortured, told her-
As its an erosion ; it’s a feelings
Written by Javed Akter
Erosion – 2
Sharp Sunshine ; I become anxious
sharpened me while it touches
the ground
Like homeless lives I search forever
Blue ; blue feelings always
Walking around
Always sliding doors are crawling
Crawling ever now and then
Kindly me; myself kind while waking up
After long night sleepless; sleeveless
From deadly bed
Changing everything; changing backbone slowly
Steadily this side and that
Every time looking at decay
-Decay altering the sides
my feelings ; herself towards
The signs are everywhere
That this is how it ends
It’s time to find time now
To make our amends
Let’s start with each other
Here where we lay
For embraces we held back
And words we din’t say
I have known triumph
And I’ve known heartbreak
I’ve learned the path that you walk
Is the one that you make
Don’t know ‘bout tomorrow though
It’s hard to make plans
When the ground that we stand on
Shifts with the sands
So honey let us be happy
Let us be gay
Let us kiss deeply
As it erodes away
September 14, 2020
Do you remember that time when just loving each other was the right fit:
Respect, honesty and mutual agreement made the relationship fully legit.
Now-a-days, relationships are of different types and ways of getting knit;
Monogamy died, producing Open, Complicated, and Friends with benefit.
Desires yearning more for sex, fun, and frolic – not mindful of commitment;
Relationships no longer based on mutual love, but on making a public statement.
Why have proper morals, values and principles of proper courtship depleted?
Is it because respect, honesty and love; selfishness has completely defeated?
Food for thought, a delicate matter on which to ponder; analytically wonder;
Since when was a person’s heart something to be uncaringly cast asunder?
We must! We must return to mutual respect, honesty and love in relationships;
It is still mutually beneficial before marriage to have friendships, then courtships.
It is still awesome to get to know, understand and appreciate your partner;
To be aware of tendencies and find grounds of compromise; in every matter.
It’s still important to be satisfied by your partner, and the ‘issue’ is not about sex;
To hold your peace and tactfully find amicable solutions, even when one is vex.
It’s still thoughtful to know the morals and value on which your partner stands;
Their dreams, and desires and on which part of your life they will make demands.
Simple tit-bits that many courting couples have regrettably taken for granted;
Their relevance is crucial to good relationships, and should not be discounted.
So listen to me, ladies and gentlemen this advice is truthful and fully sound;
Akin to a productively fruitful tree securely planted, in nutritious ground.
End
By: Dion Penville
It erosion my thought to Tyson bouts molded me to who I am today. Acid liquid rocks the precocious cockroaches disguising under the shade of table waiting to hit the night dinner. Sweeping smoke to mugs shape, water trickle wet my mustaches pointing to the sea, promising the land to germination, eggs aroma no iota of hope.
Piss shackles the thought to turkey’s luminaries; the weather hurts my feeling blood gushes in my veins to vehement. The brain rays thought to the dark wings to the rats poke sound spree ears to earthworms early in the morning to the months of rain downtown shout to the soot color.
My mind keeps crunching the sound of carapace of my feeling bleed to bulldozer exploding deplorable condition. I plant thinking to national center to sister scent, I accent bright smile to weep sad mind to minutes talk.
I hop on the tree to share it fruits, the thought canopies whole night on the face of whore to hooliganism. I eat the ripe fruits on my ribs rescinding pelvic monopoly want on the mountainous thinking wets the wrap. Cigar in the mouth of notorious King collides to the Oxygen through the follicles thrill me.
Little by little the waves of
negative remarks takes its toll.
My high tides of happiness...love of self...
and feelings of self worth have given way
to low tides of self doubt and fierce undertows
of insecurities...
which has sucked the life from within me.
Shells and pretty stones containing positive
self talk no longer find
their way to shore...replaced by brown foam...
pieces of broken crab shell...
with the stench of dead seaweed
permeating every cell.
I now realize I must take back my power
from those who I've allowed to take it.
The ones who seek to control me...
to fill me with pain and guilt...
to make me see myself as one with no value or worth.
The sun of realization has come out.
I begin the repair and reinforcement of
my spirits inner beach.
P.R. Deremer