Best Ruins Poems

Squabbling with words; spats in opposition
can bring about discord and suspicion
Christians should be able to live in harmony 
or their accord and union will atrophy

What kind of world must humans think to mold
in bringing warmth and not a chilling cold
fashioning traits with kind words of...

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In a world bejeweled 
with tainted trinkets,
and feigned flowers,
we follow the 
wailing waves below 
whirling wind,
like secluded silhouettes,
stranded on the
cusp of chaos,
unable to find the sparkling
streak of hyacinth hope-
between dusk and dawn. 

Perhaps there is a
reason why I stopped
rewriting runes with
cashmere conclusions, 
as I’ve long...

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The walls have fallen and the grounds overgrown,
If you’d never been here you might never have known,

The stair that lead nowhere from the cracked ocean deck,
With the waves of the hurricane slowly it’s swept,

The light from her windows once lit up the Atlantic,
From all over...

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In the puddle of monsoon floods
Autumn boughs are quick to erode
From  the grate of colder evenings
Finely whipping  each earthen lode.

Yet  for all I bemoan the end
Glowing through lambent  summer’s blaze--
Who could not be enthralled by fall 
Its  rain and hued...

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I live in a deserted chapel, 
Buffeted and corroded by harsh winds,
And yet to me it is a godsend haven
Away from hazards...

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From afar only
I have surveyed the things once known,
now decayed and crawling
slowly, yet inexorably,
toward a time I’d rather not see.
I have not stood with you
in the desolate places we knew,
places we knew before their desolation,
I fear to stand there
and I fear to be forgotten by...

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Pondering Castle Ruins At Dusk

I came upon you near to dusk
watching on the final hill
as modern sculpture, graced stone
calm, slumbering, still.

I wandered through the ghostly rooms
sparely traced by tumbled walls
seeking echoes from soft souls
who coloured life into your walls.

I touched your stone with tender hand
seeking...

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RUINS OF TRANSFORMATION

Hands hold, faces face
Eyes lock, bridge distance
Time stops in silent grace.
Hands hang, faces distort
Eyes glare, bridge burns
Past crashes, time aborts.

Minds close, hearts abrade
Egos blaze on identity incinerated
Pledges wreck, bonds degrade.
Road deserted in journey to isolation
Past keeps the future shrouded
Time rues the ruins of...

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While I sip tea sitting in my cabana, enjoying the nature
I watch two deer playing joyfully as the sun shares
My lovely neighbors are barbequing 
Venison is on the menu...I have tears  





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Actaeon’s ruins
   (A pagan spiritual translated into the English)

Do not go with the boy with the beaver teeth.
Do not go into that goodnight
Do not go into the suburbs of social good graces
   of creeping affluence where your baby fat is ever...

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But what of shells and ruins
The stories they hold
In silence they ponder
The truths of the past

And what of echoed voices
Do they tell what will be
Friend or foe
Piercing the wind

I also ponder the truth 
As I stand among the relics
And beseech the looking glass 
To speak...

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Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and...

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Scared to fall asleep
As tides rip open shelters
Of childhood castles...

Scared to lower bridge
As hopeful heart cries exposed
Under jogger's shoe...

Ephemeral  life
Whales eco-locate my soul
Tacit castles in the dusk...

for SKAT's Contest "Sand Castles"...

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THE RUINS OF LIFE

I sat silently listening to silence
Reflecting on how good life could have been but it isn’t
Reminiscing on how good it was before it all happened; life ceased to be fair
Realising how bad it is now and how worse it is getting
Thinking on...

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We came to your home
Jack
Hidden amongst bosom 
hills and armies of trees 
past the State gates 
who finally admitted 
us entry to your tomb
they keep you here 
Jack 
in memory, first editions 
your wife spent years 
here alone, your phantom 
haunting the halls 
the woods
her...

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