Best Rack And Ruin Poems
Below are the all-time best Rack And Ruin poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of rack and ruin poems written by PoetrySoup members
Where Is It All GoingYour governments throw your money to war,
But they have yet to even feed our poor.
Our roads are going to rack and ruin
But politicians cannot see...
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Categories:
rack and ruin, social,
Form:
Rhyme
The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part Iv4.
Each dawn, the cold steps back a pace,
And in the lengthening light the tender green steals up
Through the retreating ice and snow
As the lands rise...
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Categories:
rack and ruin, change, feelings, forgiveness, future,
Form:
Free verse
Upside Down WorldOh! Dear, what are we doing,
Chaos, Mayhem, Rack and Ruin
We have tipped the world upside down
Everyone now wears a frown
A puzzled look of disbelief
And grief
Sadness...
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Categories:
rack and ruin, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Unseen Hand 1O horrible! most unwanted sting
but while thou're inevitable thing
Dragon of evil, never refuse to pay this
coming always wicked unseen jaws
Roaring, hissing, hurled, it came to...
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Categories:
rack and ruin, confusion,
Form:
Classicism
ExceptionSo much sorrow and failure I see.
All are shipwrecked in life's angry sea.
Be it illness, divorce,
rack and ruin perforce.
The exception, of course... will be me....
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Categories:
rack and ruin, future, irony, sorrow,
Form:
Limerick
Hellhounds Doggie Chow Part 1If you drink that SPECIAL brand of Kool-aid,And now you flounder belly up make sure someone else is there with you,(and not just for good...
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Categories:
rack and ruin, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Clouds Turn To WavesClouds turn to waves
I feel so close to him
See our sameness
our Madness and I wonder
as I climb
an unmistakable chain
of...
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Categories:
rack and ruin, dark, fate, fear, hope,
Form:
Free verse
The MothWhat is mist in my demeanour,
makes me fray when I am touched,
the thread is just a little leaner,
when the rug is pulled too much.
Adjust the...
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Categories:
rack and ruin, lost, nature, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme