Best Tearing Down Poems
"Everything holds a tinge of beauty, something unique,
but not everyone recognizes something beautiful."
~ by poet
Some of the most beautiful things in the world
are those that are visually impossible to see...
A fern frond that we can feel, not yet uncurled
Mated doves cooing, "Come to me, my love"
Or lofty wind in a canvas sail when it's unfurled
Promises of a pewter sky when rain's sorely needed
Swaddled newborns while dreaming in slumber
Starlight skies when the view is not impeded
Or fine fertile soil of this Earth in shades of umber
And polished pearls when oysters are seeded
The obvious sunrise morns and sunset twiights
A soul that was lost, then found its way back
Wavering hues of colors from the Northern lights
Pretty, a flower, growing in a sidewalk crack
Crystalized snowflakes and other wintry delights
Beauty can exist inside a good person's heart
In the prismed colors radiating from waterfalls
And at the greeting of lovers who have been apart
It's found in lost friendships by tearing down walls
Realizing life can be happy again with a fresh start
Our sweetest memories, when in dreams we drift
Smiles endowed to strangers who wear a frown
That may be what they needed to give them a lift
The glowing face of a bride, in her wedding gown
And how beautiful the offer of forgiveness as a gift
Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never appears equal
except in his alternate universe of oneness
Calamity Jane perchance is on the horizon
while war looms close by this feather prides himself
on his big show asking for a mirror to check his orange glow
he jokes and preens fading in and out so it would seem logical
tearing down all good morals he alienates with his constant magic escapades
Sleight of hand reflections move
with this fake news it gets exposed
the big top rotates under an eclipsed lie
fire breathing condemning all those against his way
entering the arena for the next late show
Now Big Bird has been caught fibbing
just when they thought everyone was safe
getting off the band wagon or so to speak
Just signing the pact with her feathered friend
letting on they are getting on so well for the world to see buddies
Almost joined at the hip like in their loyalty reigning over truth
in this ungodly circus of the vainest sort
Where the funfair clowns abound
under fabrications an orangutan watches on
beating his chest in an ape like manner and solid hands
he has no way to express words
puffing and panting swaggers
living under thee umbrella protected from the truth’s influence
Alvin and his chipmunks sing the national anthem
while the confederate flag waves goodbye over democracy
begins the three little pigs stages as they enter the building
their houses from clay flamed with truth
ransomed for vanities sake no good ending can come
Earthquakes separate the earth
floods come with grave disaster
hurricanes winds rise from the greatest source
even this cannot deter or distract this awful Duck
one mission under a selfish chant of
quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack
which only translates to me
only me, me only me, me only me!
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam Mcdaid
Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never appears equal
except in his alternate universe of oneness
Calamity Jane perchance is on the horizon
while war looms close by this feathers pride himself
on his big show asking for a mirror to check his orange glow
he jokes and preens fading in and out so it would seem logical
tearing down all good morals he alienates with his constant magic escapades
Sleight of hand reflections move
with this fake news it gets exposed
the big top rotates under an eclipsed lie
fire breathing condemning all those against his way
entering the arena for the next late show
Now Big Bird has been caught fibbing
just when they thought everyone was safe
getting off the band wagon or so to speak
Just signing the pact with her feathered friend
letting on they are getting on so well for the world to see buddies
Almost joined at the hip like in their loyalty reigning over truth
in this ungodly circus of the vainest sort
Where the funfair clowns abound
under fabrications an orangutan watches on
beating his chest in an ape like manner and solid hands
he has no way to express words
puffing and panting swaggers
living under thee umbrella protected from the truth’s influence
Alvin and his chipmunks sing the national anthem
while the confederate flag waves goodbye over democracy
begins the three little pigs stages as they enter the building
their houses from clay flamed with truth
ransomed for vanities sake no good ending can come
Earthquakes separate the earth
floods come with grave disaster
hurricanes winds rise from the greatest source
even this cannot deter or distract this awful Duck
one mission under a selfish chant of
quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack
which only translates to me
only me, me only me, me only me!
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
I imagine being there in enchanting places
Conjuring up insights of sensuous images
Driving friendship to threshold of romance
Confessing my love when she isn't around.
When the uplifting sky adorns rosy sunrise
Quickly I abandon the constraints of norms
As soaring vibrancy celebrates the new day
Guiding my hopes to contours of happiness.
A look in her eyes now transforms my heart
Sending intimate hints to commit a trespass
As a glimpse of her smile boldly reaches out
Tearing down the barriers that hold us apart.
I've seen a change in the way she responds
When walk in the park turns to jubilant stars
And touch of her hand claims a flirting glance
Enticing our vibes to command fervor of life.
Yearning for encounter of alluring emotions
Fire of desire intoxicates dreams of the dawn
In passionate kisses forestalled for so long
Reaching finality of love in each other's arms.
January 16, 2019
Placed 2nd: My friend, My Love contest by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
HM: Strand #700 contest by Brian Strand
Just Chris
Nothing very special here,
I’m young as old can be
Grey is just a state of mind
that’s come to set me free
Laughing at the future
as I’m tearing down the walls
Standing on a corner
with my cardboard sign and all
It reads, “I’ll work for poetry”
although that is a lie
Just a silly message sent
as you are driving by
Some insist a heart of gold
does beat inside my chest
I am merely but a man
who hopes to pass the test
Tapping on a keyboard
placing verses on this place
Wishing you to read them,
though some you may erase
I always try to wear a smile
yet often times I frown
Happiness is happiness
but sadness gets me down
Know that I am very rich
though I don’t have a dime
My fortune is the people here
that I call friends of mine
A worn out shirt is what you see,
a half cocked smirking smile
Fraying on the edges fast
and going out of style
I dream too much, I know it’s true
these visions that I see
Hope that when my life is through
you will remember me
But if you don’t, well that’s ok
my tombstone will dismiss
Carved in stone for all to see
the words will read “Just Chris”
It's funny when you just feel like you in this world alone -
Know one understand's you , not even the one's who consider themselves
to be grown -
Black women a relationship is not about you , one woman -
It's about that woman including that man , united together we stand -
Every arguement is not just the fault of him -
Consider what you did before the arguement and remember 1 of you
equals 2 for them -
Know man should put his hand's on a woman as well as know woman
should put her hand's on a man -
But , in a relationship we should both keep it respective because the outside
line will never understand -
Something that is workable to both of us is over exaggerated by them -
Even though we where both in the fault the outside line only blame's him -
I think that deep down inside every man has some good -
Im in a seat now where the one's you say , are no good once stood -
I was more than good i was great -
Now, Im trying to keep from tearing down someone else's wall with all
this hate -
Im a dog because i don't want to throw my heart in -
Rewind my life and sweet heart come again -
Who came up with this rule that he alway's has to lay down the red carpet
for you -
Back in the day's we women where strong and everything that was old to
us was brand new -
Black women why does jealousy has to be part of your plan in order to get
some attention -
When you get some you don't want it ; sorry to you lady player's that one i had
to mention -
Black women if you feel like you deserve to be treated good than raise your
hand -
Now put your hand's down and look around because that's what it feel's
like inside of every good man -
Black men stand up and tell your woman i deserve to be treated good -
Black men tell your woman i love you but , let's make sure that what i said , is
understood -
Some of us black women need to recognize that in a relationship it's 50% for
you and 50% for me -
If you don't have no 50% than don't expect no red carpet because everything
that you thought was about you include's me -
Of My Love For You
I remember the first time I'd heard your voice. You had just dropped off a another dude, seen the good bye from you two girls up stairs, yet, I didn't pay attention.
And you came back and this time I'd caught something strange, he was 'old news', I however was getting all kinds of signals... I let that go. I had places to go, things I had to do... I was about to embark on a ambition of a dream of my own abilities. Throughout my whole existence on this planet, I'll have to 'prove' myself to me. I'll never care about myself, 'I' care about others. See, I've always known “I'm somebody”, promised to share with only one I give my heart to. Wasn't that you flirted with me cause your friend liked me, inviting me to a party at her apartment that I accepted. My first bad party, and I hadn't been there 15 minutes and already gotten screamed at by the same person that was supposedly interested in me? Time to go, before ' gets stupid' Cigarette, slowly as not to attract attention go outside, then clear, walk, (hell, I had a life to contend with..) Then, there you were, late at night, your car rolling beside me at a wake pace. In your resolve, I realize it was unmanly of me to keep up the (actually the first) argument. I was even 'more' impressed when 'you' alone stopped by to check on me the next day. We agreed on the party being a flop, and somehow from there... We started learning about one another.
I enjoyed your smiles while you read my silly writings, as I listened about your life, your children, your ex, your sister, your family, really? I met your ex, not good stock, and then one day I met your kids. in front of them, your entire family, each taking me aside, warning me. Okay, time to show who I am... I gave a list of phone numbers to your mother 'call if you want my credentials'. I'd been moved in two days prior, by an offer to do my laundry... Impressive words I recall, “bring it all”. [liked the 'here to help'] It took understanding but our bodies meshed well sleeping together. I greeted the kids, opening my heart, tearing down every wall (20 children hair clip's on my head, walking around to among the neighbor's) showing respect and honesty to everyone, it grew. I then, one day I said “I love you.” So, YOU are were the one...
Finally, brothers and sisters, rejoice! Strive for full restoration, encourage one another, be of one mind, live in peace. And the God of love and peace will be with you.
2 Corinthians 13:11 NIV
Finally, brothers and sisters, rejoice !
Let's encourage all lifting up our voice
There is one to cast out our old ways
To receive guidance so the wind does not sway
No longer being tossed around in the waves
For the one has come who saves
Tearing down the walls for a total restoration
Shall ,we start with a new foundation
Through the spirit to become one mind
Seeing all the treasures are within to find
That we might receive a new love
Which pours down from above
To find a new inner peace
Soaring as a bird being released
From this worlds chaos and strife
To tell another of this new life
Don't slip into the habit of doubting yourself again
You got this far
You worked your way through stuff
Not everyone was a witness to
Tearing down walls
Setting those boundaries
Necessary ones at that
Not everyone should be privy to what drives you
Don't doubt who you are in a world
Where imitation gets praised
And originality frowned upon
*written on 30092022*
(As Galileo left the session of the Inquisition
at which he had been forced to deny his own
discovery that the earth orbited the sun, and
had to "admit" that the earth was static, he
murmured, "eppur si muove" ("but it moves").
It's hard to live in Lilliput, I find.
I have to cross my fingers, play their game.
Their billing, filling, drilling daily grind
sits ill with me. They all trot out the same
tired cliches. Passing a painting, never fail
to comment on the squareness of the frame.
Unprofitable, weary, flat and stale.
You can't earn prizes here. These fools prize earning.
No sweets to eat. It's one long dreary tale
of condemnation, disapproval, spurning.
The Sunday supplements determine taste,
all tearing down, forbidding, banning, burning.
They're sealed in heavy metal, concrete-cased
austerity. They put the "die" in "diet".
What will survive of them is nuclear waste.
Denounce, detract, dismiss it and deny it.
Don't look for clover - look for cloven hooves.
Excoriate it, flay it, vilify it.
They'd love to let life lurch along in grooves,
the gauche, perverse, unruly human mind
trapped tidily in aspic. But it moves.
This is the last straw
The last cold slap in the face
The last hard swallow of total disgrace
I'm tearing down this whipping post
And disappearing from your ghost
And all your constant belittling boasts
This is my own life to save
For I know you wish me an early grave
But I must be brave
And break all phoney family ties
And turn my glance from your demon eyes
And strip my soul of your hate and lies
Its sad the love you chose to hide
Is the major reason this family died
And now future generations will be denied
Those bonds so precious for love to thrive
But here and now I break the chain
And try to salvage the hope that remains
That God will bless this heart again
To live for love and be free of pain
And let my light shine through the stains
That have been washed away by the spirits rain.
One by one through the years
A wall was built with pain and fears
Brick by brick it was laid
On solid ground where it stayed
I tried to listen as you spoke to me
Words of wisdom and prophecy
Yet, I could not hear through the wall
Built with strength as not to fall
Then one day from the sky
I thought I heard an angel cry
Weeping softly teardrops fell
Gathered from life's wishing well
Two more angels joined her side
And hand in hand all three cried
Thunder bellowed, rain did fall
Tearing down my sturdy wall
Yet, through the fog I found my way
So brick by brick I build today
nobody knows how they feel as bodies glide and float down the street
nobody knows how they feel when they clothes are torn and their pants
to their heels nobody knows how they feel when their world stops and all
stand still nobody knows how they feel when families are lost and torn apart
separated some feel lost some feel jaded how could this be why did this happen
to me all I have is gone what can I do how can I go on
We must look to the hills and pray for hope love and a brighter day
we must stop tearing down our own walls we must hold each other and
stand tall we must help the young we must help the old we must stand
together and console one another we must stop the hate and volence
for peace for nobody knows how they feel lost in a storm that time
can only heal.
Copyright@September2005
This poem is dedicated for the victims of the huricane Katrina
I’m not like my cousins, I’m gentle you see.
I do all my living and eating from a tree.
I’m cute and I’m soft, but never should you touch.
A stuffed version of me would be loved very much.
A rare breed I am, I am special, they say.
So stop tearing down trees or I’ll go away!
I’m here for you now to gaze in wonder upon.
Know, I might go, due to things man has done.
So enjoy me for now and take pictures of me
As I eat this bamboo while sitting in this tree.
for my daughter Megan
I contemplate in solitude,
Not one false comfort gathered round;
Away from all that's harsh and rude,
I contemplate in solitude.
Enthralled, I sit in lassitude,
Though fettered hopes have pressed around;
I contemplate in solitude,
Not one false comfort gathered round.
From the painting, "Solitude," (Above) by Lord Frederick Leighton.
(Also Second image down in link.)
http://proverbs14verse1.blogspot.com/2008/04/tearing-down-our-homes.html