Best Tear Down Poems


Premium Member Cinder Girl

An ember sparked will softly glow,
and fed by fuel, will grow and grow.
I once was cinder, sparked by you,
first timid. . . till the flames then grew.

And so our start was touch of dawn,
with amber hue, for I was drawn
to eyes so welcoming and warm
I never guessed you’d do me harm.

Like morning glory, love in June
the rapture of mid-afternoon,
romance of which the ancients wrote,
our passion had no antidote.

And with the dusk, though scarlet tinged,
our love began to come unhinged,
for clouds arrived, which filled your eyes,
extinguishing bright twilight skies.

With cold of night came shadows’ pall,
and I could not tear down your wall.
By midnight’s hour, the fire was dead.
Mere ashes smoldered in its stead.

You left, and should you reappear,
I’ve vowed to shun you.  Now I fear
the very thing for which I yearn -
one touch. . . and then again - to burn.

If Poets Ruled the World

IF POETS RULED THE WORLD

If poets ruled the world
laws would be written with panache and... 
oh yes, compassion;
civil liberty in fashion.
Carpetbaggers fold up your tents and cash in.

Poets. like mothers, 
would never send their brothers to war.
Poets don’t have voices that sound like guns,
words can bite, incite,
but history is made by men who fight
not for wrong or right but might.

If poets ruled the world
every city block would have a park
for birds and dogs alike,
with a path for bikes and soft ice cream.
Trees would be everywhere, cars even fewer.
The whole damn system flushed down the sewer
if only poets were the rulers. 

If the world by poets was ruled
hunger would feed on the deeds of honest men,
perhaps not Zen but a blend 
of now and then, form and function.
Tear down the walls of corruption in government,
make way for equanimity, grace of femininity.
So let it be known and forever shown
that poets should rule the world.


Dec 21/18
NOTE:  This style is one I developed and is called a SCIRPO which is Italian for weave or twist.
It is characterized by a rhyme scheme that wraps around itself in no particular order.
Also, each stanza adds another line moving from 5 to 6 to 7 to 8 lines and so on

Premium Member Legion of Doom

howling black wolves complain to new moon,
of devastation wrought by creatures!
different from rest in size and shape,
walk on two legs, strange hairless features!

in packs behind rigid barriers,
cunning to modulate world to needs,
the rivers run dark under their feet,
trees have perished to nourish their seeds!

clouds now migrate away to the south,
it thunders and rains where once desert,
vast oceans expand as glaciers melt,
cold death now haunts where once birds would nest.

hunt us down, say are born of devil,
spare not a thought for nature’s reasons,
we hunt when hungry, the weak and lame,
but they kill for game in all seasons!

fire horrors ravage homely woods,
cuckoo laments morning with its lore, 
big herds that walked now dress their rooms,
world is wounded, earth is bleeding sore!

Horror! Horror! we cry to the moon,
our laments tear down the dark silence,
ruled by these creatures with hearts of stone,
they are destructive sans repentance!

we fear not ghosts that lurk in the dark,
nor dripping blood from a sharpened steel,
greater horror lurks where these things haunt,
a pestilence that rocks nature’s keel!

Written 3/May/2021
Funom Makama sponsored
Horror poetry contest

9 syllables each line- 
lines2 and 4 rhyme in all quatrains!
POTD 05/05/2021


Premium Member - Children In Mourning -

Nobody can change childhood, it's impossible
                Children should feel safe in their own home, unstoppable
                Tear down fear, shame, guilt, sorrow, anger and bitterness
                Much hurts and must be combated, a hunt for happiness


                Free me from tears and pain of mind and soul
                When heart breaks and then heals, set the goal ...















17.06.2018
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Love List

Love
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Love approaches and does not scare.
Love bears and does not let go.
Love cares and does not shrink.
Love declares and does not shun.
Love establishes and does not tear down.
Love forgives and does not remind.
Love gives and does not expect.            
Love has and does not gloat.
Love hears and does not tell.
Love hopes and does not give up.
Love instills and does not corrupt.
Love joins and does not run over.
Love keeps and does not stray.
Love lives and does not stress.
Love manages and does not control. 
Love persuades but does not discourage.
Love proclaims and does not hide.
Love questions and does not badger.
Love rejoices and does not displease.
Love sees and does not condemn.
Love talks and does not defame.
Love understands and does not misconstrue.
Love values and does not insult.
Love wants and does not ignore.
Love XOXOXOX and does not reject.
Love yearns, and does not insist.
Love zaps, and does not destroy.

LET US LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

Premium Member The Old Red Barn

The loud roar thundered in my ears.
Never had such a large shovel ripped at my heart as this one did.
I tip-toed through the doors of the old red barn so as not to disturb the memories.
My mind raced with times of childhood antics, happiness, and innocence. 
And dad.
I was always happiest out in the barn with dad.
But now,
I watched this large thundering shovel tear down the walls
and rip the old red barn apart.
It seemed as though so many happy memories too were ripped and torn apart as well,
and it left sadness.
Sad. 
I felt sad.
For now, the barn was gone, like dad.
Curious.
The pain is supposed to eventually go away when someone dies.
But, as I watched the old red barn fall down and die, 
I cried.
And I remembered dad.


Premium Member You Can'T Hold Me Down

YOU CAN"T HOLD ME DOWN

In my life, I fought hard for 
what I wanted.
It was never, not once for fame.

Following the crowd is the weakest 
and oh, so very lame!

What I wanted and still do, till I die,
Is to sing my soul's song high as 
I possibly can to the sky.

We all are so precious and unique,
That to see someone conform?
Brings a salty tear down my cheek.

      
                  October 21, 2019

You Can Call Me Death

I am called by many names
Surely you have heard my claim to fame

Crank, ice, crystal and meth
But you can just call me death

For I will destroy you one by one
Moms, dads, daughters, and sons

I will suck the very soul from your being
But still you stay without fleeing

The arrogance of man astounds me
For he thinks he can control thee

I am the one with the power
To tear down your ivory tower

No more joy will you know
Only downhill is where you’ll go

Your face will change to an ugly mess
No one will know you this I confess

I am not your friend nor do I care
But like a fool you are unaware

You beg me to take you on a ride
While I rot your very insides

Crank, Ice, crystal and meth 
But you can just call me death!

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Premium Member The Fall of a Wall

The GDR put up a wall
in ‘61 because
they wanted West Berlin kept out.
A wall of shame it was!

In fact, the West more easily
could travel all about
while Eastern Germans were the ones
from freedom routes locked out. 

The wall was guarded. Some were killed
while struggling to flee.
The Cold War only made folks yearn
more strongly to be free.

To Gorbachev, one president
implored: Tear down that wall!
It wasn’t too much longer that
it would begin to fall!

I felt the joy they felt abroad
when crumbling had begun.
November ninth, in ‘89
Berlin again was one!

God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11

The Big Apple

I made a trip to New York
and surely looked like a dork
staring at the sky
scrapery so high
(and sometimes ogled a nork*)

I took a walk to the dock
heard so many kinds of talk
from seething masses
(and some were asses**)
all I could do was just gawk

I went out to Ellis Island
'cause Woodie*** says it is myland
and it is yours too
it just wouldn’t do —
to exclude folks from the high lands

deserts, swamps or wherever.
I think we should endeavor
(since most of us once,
were just immigrants)
to welcome them forever

or give it to first peoples,
tear down our pious steeples.
Stop saying we care
(if it is hot air)
Stop our slaughter of sheeples!

I tend to ramble a lot.
My trip to the melting pot?
Was a WOW I’d say
and maybe one day
I will return at a trot.

Salute to souper Ilene
(a fan of, I’ve always been)
and to that Billy
who is so silly****
They live in that crazy scene!

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asteriskus explanus:

*aussie slang word (google it)
**not all were asses — overall I found New Yorkers much less rude than I had expected (based on what I’d been told) 
***Guthrie - the folksinger
****According to hisself, souper Sillybilly Thekidster

War of Waves

So deeply lost, in my ocean, 

and even deeper is my emotion.

 It drowns me slowely, in its waves,

relentless for its many graves.

 Fighting to stay above it all,

to tear down its wailing wall.

 My battle is on all sides,

as I swim life's never ending tides.

 Can I endure the rough storm,

engulfing my soul, in its form.

 My struggle is for all to see,

the dark depth, of this dead sea.

 At last I find my heavenly shore,

in him I trust, to end this war.

The Heat of Passionate Spirits

In her eyes from across the room

our glances make a spark,

the magic in our eyes, unmistakable.

Upon a brief exchange of chance, something more leads us away from who we are, to a 

chemistry unspoken. The magic between us continues through the night as we softly 

tear down the walls of inhibition. The booth cradles us through obscurity as the wine with 

gentle sips warms our emotions.  Time does not exist, enchanted minutes and hours

become eternities.  Smiles and soft caresses of her arm, she lightly plays 

with her hair...each touch sparks our souls and pull us closer to the truth.  We are not 

making it out of this perfect night untouched. To a small back room alone holding hands, 

lovers stop abrupt. Slowly and passionately a gentle embrace lead slowly to 

the light touch of lips.  The moment engulfs the now with fervours magnitude.

The passion burns our shadows on the wall with volcanic lust, the paint 

sweats like rain. The flowers bloom fills the room with sweet celestial heat as the love in our

hearts race to warm culmination.  A perspirant palm print slams, leaving behind 

the fingerprints of our flames. Trembling love exchanges with eyes agaze with no cares of 

what's to come. The magic in our eyes at this moment would never come undone.

Acedia

Idle hands scorching a trail
Through the Capitol
Closed mouths and hearts turn daggers
Biting our own tongues

And the streets are red rivers 
Through which they drive
golden chariots over the backs
of their forefathers

Words falter, slave and master
plebeian and patrician
And whips silence in return
They dream of a revolt
While breaking their necks to bow

We do protest hotly
In secret chambers
Tear down the throne!
Hang the tyrants!

A bloody revolution!
Let's  then schedule it for the 
King's convenience

Hear she comes, most lovely
She'd slit our throats 
With pleasure
O Gods save our Queen!
She'll pluck this acedia 
from our cold dead hands!

Slaughter the innocent
Distract us with wars!
O Brutus save us from 
our apathy!

What will it take
for our walls to break?
O give us liberty
or at least grain at
our own price!

Give us our tribunes!
There can be no
Republic until
the people speak
themselves


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Inspired by my research for a story. This deals specifically with the establishment of the 
Roman Republic, but plenty of this still rings true to me. Acedia = apathy.

Spiritual Warfare

We war not against flesh and blood of man you see,
but In the spirit is where our battles are mean't to be.
 
For when we battle against flesh and blood of mankind,
deeper in troubles and sorrows ourselves shall we find.
 
 When we take it in the spirit to fight,
then we will stand in Gods Glorious Light!
 
For this warfare is with darkness and his own,
warring in the flesh, God does not condone!
 
For the spirits that once drove us to do as we did,
has now gone into others and in them hid!
 
 It's not the person, it's the spirit that's in them you see,
coming against flesh and blood, there will be no victory.
 
This spiritual warfare can not be seen with the human eye, 
it is led by Jesus in the Holy-Spirit through you and I.
 
Warfare means to battle, it doesn't mean just pray,
but you must fight in the spirit this did Jesus say.
 
Put on the whole Armor of God that ye may be able to stand,
standing against darkness with the Word of God, for its our sword in hand.
 
For when you war against flesh and blood it shall only tear you down,
then we are in sin, not having on Christ's Wedding Gown!
 
For God said not to war against mankind,
when you do, your own victories you will bind!
 
For the only way to defeat darkness is in the spirit you see,
warring in the spirit will bring you your Victory!
 
If you want victory in your life- then take your battles in the spirit,
put on Gods Armor, speak out His word, in Faith, the darkness will hear it.
 
Then shall you defeat the true enemy, and not tear down flesh and blood,
then shall your victories start pouring in like a flood!

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