Best Torn Asunder Poems
The waves calm me down as I sit and wonder
For my love is lost in the stormy scurrilous sea
And I know my hapless heart to be torn asunder
As I wait for my true love to wash back to me
~~~
The clouds move in to hide the paralytic pain
And the thunder muffles the beat of my heart
Within entangled emotions that silently drain
Toward the wounded waters that keep us apart
~~~
Perhaps in the deep distance, there may be hope
For the shore surrenders its secrets of the mist
I’m sinking in the sand of eternity trying to cope
Digging upon dreams of the last time I was kissed
~~~
Thus now the Earth begins to shake and wobble
For it brings forth to me, my message in a bottle.
Nov.01.2018
Tell Me A Story 2
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Placed 2 [4'th of 4]
To my Poetry Soup friends - this was written as a thank
you note for all of your beautiful, uplifting gifts of poetry
and comments. Your words can mean the difference
between a dark day and a light day ~ thank you all
The walls were closing in last night
my covers felt like straitjackets
the darkness crushing fragile hope
I needed wings to soar away.
I rose to find your poem here
it spoke of dreams and butterflies,
of wind and whispers filling sails -
my soul rose with the sun.
A dreaded phone call. Plans today
are torn asunder, raining grief,
the colors I once knew are black -
I need new eyes to see again.
You write of sorrow, yet your tone
is one of dawn and singing birds
and spring's growth resurrecting hope -
my faith in God restored.
An empty home awaits me now
the air is flat. No tune is sung
to open windows of the heart
and let the summer sing its song.
You write of sunsets in their poise
while kissing the horizon slow
I read this and my wounds are healed-
your poem gives me wings.
Your words inspire, this much I know
they open curtains, let in sun,
bring music to the quiet space
they speak of faith in things unseen.
You turn my thoughts from dying leaves
to robins singing from their nests -
I thank you, friend, for all your words,
I needed wings today.
Written 1 April 2022
A rose held before the dawn, overwhelmed by benevolent beauty,
its virginity violated by hostel hands,
only then will it reveal its blood-stained thorns,
where infatuated innocence is lost...
Days of sunny summer streams and apricot kisses
were surrounded by chastising clouds,
the night kneeled before us as we walked holding hands, side by side,
our love magnified by the monolithic moon...
Adonis and Aphrodite were the gods before us,
for their nectar poured from the heavens to fill our cups of mirth,
the arousing amorous air was abundant with adulation,
we were upon suspended animation in a Venus vortex...
A righteous rose was the catalyst that held our love together,
but then the skies turned to a horrid hue,
an insidious insertion infiltrates with thrusting and piercing providence
the rose has no chance, for now, the rose bleeds,
our beating breaths and love are torn asunder...
The rose withers away, drowning in its excrement,
our innocence has been lost, for now, the thorns prevail.
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When angels cry -
DJ Lava-Calling angel
April.21.2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 16 - Free Verse 2
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Placed 1'st...Thank You
I used to live life full of dreams
Planning, for many years to come.
Where I will be, when I will go,
A future that was filled with fun.
Till the day my life was shattered.
Till the day when the hammer struck.
All my dreams now torn asunder
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to duck.
I stood my battles, fought the fight
We gathered and said our goodbyes,
Yet through all of your brave faces,
I could still hear the silent cries.
Last Will and Testament written,
Everything important was said,
“I love you,” still that magic word,
I’d sleep in peace tucked in my bed.
Then something magical happened,
I came back from places of dread.
Now more a part of the living,
Each day I get stronger instead.
Now I know what’s most important
Enjoy precious moments each day,
Learned not to live for tomorrows
That just might not come anyway.
I enjoy each sip of coffee,
Watching leaves turn colours and fly,
Kisses from my sweet little dog,
Every time I see a blue sky.
The music of my Children’s voices,
Love of family never ends,
Carpe Diem, just seize the day,
That is my new motto my friends.
Written 10.25.2014
For Regina Riddle’s Contest
Seize the Moment (Carpe Diem)
5th
James 5:15
And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up.
Living for the moment makes everything more special.
When love is torn asunder and there is nothing left but dissent,
a lover's heart will be shattered, mortally wounded and rent.
In a relationship that was once held as sacred and eternal,
sorrow takes a heavy toll on the one left behind, and infernal
flames of grief scorch the lonely heart so that it must dwell,
suffering in what seems like the fiery abyss of emotional hell.
Forlorn the man when his once-upon-a-time love went astray,
and became a wraith without a face. She refused to stay.
Dressed in bridal gown, perhaps she seeks a new marriage mate,
a man who will please her instead of treating her like a roommate.
She looks forward to a brighter future than one she's left behind,
wondering why she married him. How could she have been so blind?
Could it be there's another side to the separation of two lovers?
In death she was buried in a white shroud. Sorrowfully, he hovers.
A bouquet of crimson flowers he's brought to leave at her grave
but he cannot bear to look at the tomb. Today, he's not that brave.
Ghostlike she appears to him, a wispy figure, floating in the mist.
He's haunted by memories of the lips he'd passionately kissed.
Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat
seeing those golden slippers on your dainty feet,
feeling love's welcomed arrows shot by Cupid's bow
knowing that most treasured gift would forever grow!
That cool June night we walked under golden moon's beams
with your heart and soul gifting love that so redeems;
this man that had lost heart and walked a blind path
death long ago condemned this soul to darkest wrath,
torn asunder joy in life that had been a gift
chained this spirit upon a black-ship set adrift!
Loss of my beloved I once lived blind despair
wading through this evil world's black pits without care;
her sweet love reminding me of Hope that was lost,
found anew when your destined path with mine was crossed.
I saw the world with open eyes but could not see
Faith, till sight was laid upon fair beauty of thee...
Your rosy warmth danced with grace thawing my cold heart,
seduced by rousing rhythm never would we part.
My heart began to waltz and pallid pulse did race
as I saw charmed moonlight caress your angel’s face,
I longed forevermore to tilt your chin and kiss
your promising sunrise lips of heavenly bliss.
That early summer’s eve I took a leap of faith
willing to let go of my haunting lost love wraith,
I found with you the heart to fall in love once more
and glissade you in my arms ‘cross life’s ballroom floor.
Alone in love’s spotlight of golden moon beam’s glow
you have my whole attention for you stole the show.
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
June 27, 2018
Poet’s note: Yet again, it was my tremendous honor and privilege to collaborate with with you, Robert. There is an abundance of beautiful poetry overflowing the banks of your heart and soul, my talented friend, and I wade in the lovely flow of your poetic words.. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of being your writing partner and for generously sharing with me in these wondrous poems of love, romance and hope; always hope - the common golden thread that runs victoriously through the weave of our writes.. With appreciation, thank you for another exquisite poetic and artistic experience, my dear friend.
The symbol of remembrance is the red poppy
When I look upon it, this is what I see,
I see courage, sacrifice and extreme bravery
See thousands enlisting to defend their country.
I see other nationalities, every colour and creed
Who came to help England in her hour of need
I see water filled trenches with deep mud and rain
I see flashes of gunfire and hear the wounded in pain.
I see and hear the big guns that sound like thunder
I see a Europe at war slowly being torn asunder
I see the deadly yellow clouds of dense mustard gas
Hear the cries of those poor souls breathing their last.
I see the battles that were won and some that were lost
I hear the sounds of victory that came at a great cost
I see the graves of the fallen who gave us that victory
Remembering the sacrifice they made for their country.
I feel the pain of the mothers who gave us their sons
At wars end feel the peace when they silenced the guns
We mourn all those that died and for them we must pray
But war is not the answer we must seek a better way.
When you wear your poppy always do so with pride
Honour two minutes silence for the brave fallen who died.
So the next time that you look upon that little red poppy
Just pause for a moment and tell me what you see.
Written 16th May 2018.
It seems that politics today invades nearly every aspect of life,
And creates forlorn misery, pitiful stress and needless strife.
We can't enjoy sporting events 'cause its even permeated the sports domain,
All across this great nation from California to the rocky shores of Maine!
Over-paid athletes kneel when the Anthem is played, which is their right,
But doesn't this dishonor the nation whose heroes died to guarantee that right?
Seems to me folks could express their grievances with a shred of respect,
Sans demeaning the flag and leaving our cities torn asunder and wrecked!
If it were in my power I'd KNEEL at the sacred grave of each hero of this nation,
And I will KNEEL in obeisance to God Almighty in my daily supplication!
And if I had it to do over, I'd again KNEEL to ask my love to be my bride!
I'll STAND when The Pledge of Allegiance is recited with beaming pride!
I'll STAND when the National Anthem is played, heart covered with my hand!
And I'll STAND and salute Old Glory anywhere it is displayed in this land!
I was honored and privileged to serve this nation in uniform for thirty years.
As I see the scorn for civility in the country today, I'm almost brought to tears.
life is a feather on the wind ~ fallen from a sparrow who's not sinned
borne and adrift upon the air ~ brushed away like a stray strand of hair
fragile wanderer in doldrum streams ~ illuminated by moonbeams
floating on currents o'er the sea ~ never asks, "What's to become of me?"
a wisp, floundering where it doesn't belong ~ when it's done nothing wrong
A living thing, drawing breath ~ before it fell into the sea of death?
fragile are feathers and lives ~ torn asunder when an ill wind arrives
man's mortality smothers ~ but feathers... a sparrow can grow others
Her silhouette is draped in soft moonlight
While an unseen sorrow cloaks her eyes
With traces of a light lavender mist
Hidden under dark blueberry skies
She's oblivious to the lightning's dance
Deaf to the sound of distant thunder
As this cold blueberry sky bears witness
To another heart torn asunder
In life, we often meet with ups and downs.
The unexpected waits to pounce on us.
In the wink of an eye life can take a u turn.
We must solve the conundrum of life all alone.
Tossed and shattered by breakers rushing upon
Sometimes we are ripped apart, torn asunder,
Landing in alien shores, in hostile situations.
The night of weariness may suddenly descend.
The lamp of life may be blotted out by sweeping gales.
Many a time we get shattered in the throes of life.
Life is often loss and pain, facing the unknown
We do not know where our journey takes us.
With masks on, we are destined to play our parts,
Even after the music is over, till the curtain falls.
As we stroll through this maze called life
We never ask ‘whither’ and heedlessly move on!
if forlorn hope were torn asunder
and dear friend pen could only wonder
if tears and cheers would disappear
without a trace, I only fear
that perfect phrase
that crystal word
adrift in silence
and
never
heard
until that day the heavens bow
and take my hand to show me how
a simple word enshrined in verse
can
truly
heal
the
universe
The other day I sat beneath a sycamore tree on the court house lawn.
Old Glory fluttered in the breeze and to my eyes it was drawn.
It was tattered and frayed, I assumed, by the storms of many seasons,
But as I mused upon its state, could it have been caused by other reasons?
After all, it saw action in the Revolutionary War to create a new nation,
And suffered shot and shell in The War of 1812 ending foreign domination.
It flew over the Alamo and was drenched by the blood of courageous squads,
Who sacrificed their lives for independence, aware that they were against all odds.
Old Glory was unfurled for action in the Civil War in many a furious battle,
Mutilated by cannon fire and time and time again by the muskets rattle.
It was ripped by rifle fire as the Rough Riders charged up San Juan Hill.
To look upon it at their front must have given the Riders a comforting thrill!
It was torn asunder in the bloody trenches of France in World War One.
Though battered and torn it was held high at the battles cease for laurels won!
As its charred remnants were hoisted over Iwo Jima's blood soaked strand,
It unfurled to the cheers and tears of brave men who took a gallant stand!
Though the Korean and Vietnam conflicts and subsequent Desert Affair,
Took their toll on the old flag, it yet waves majestically with dignity and flair.
Though it has been spit upon and trampled on it still remains unfurled,
As a symbol of hope and a beacon of light for humankind about the world!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
A huge shout out to my dear friend, Eileen, for creating a wonderful memory with this collaboration. There is a vital lesson when moments like this are created: The cure to uncertainty is togetherness. May we all make more memories like this. Friendships, real ones, are a commodity.
Surrounded by impenetrable marble
A stained glass perception
Milks dignity from dilapidated pores
I stare unto retribution’s flame
Gliding softly on waxy façade
Holding the hand of a friend
I hold on,
Strength
Waning
Distorted view of reality
Piercing inner sanctum
Veil of peace
Tranquility
Torn asunder
Set aflame
Melancholic facades
Dripping in hardened tears
Waxy build-up
Inner core of existence
Reality
Licked by burning infernos,
Extinguished
I hold on…
Holding the hand of a friend
We raise eagle’s wing
Banishing oppressive lips
Venomous soliloquies
Tasting alliterated misdirection
Uninvited to solace’s peak
Our time is now
Our time is now!
Our time
Turning hourglass sands
Into horizontal awakenings
This eloquent candle will never wane.
Our strength faces resurgence
Your hands to mine
My soul awakened, revived
Our orange-hued sands of time
Reversing ravages of melting tears
Candle light, incandescent,
Burning
But not melting
On this night
Burning,
But no hesitant flickers,
On this night
Generating heat of bonded hands
Bonded minds
Burning flame of mystery
Light
I hold on to your hand.
This is our time
OUR TIME!
Words set to eternal flame
Oh, yes.
This eloquent candle shall never wane.
©Drake J. Eszes & Eileen Ghali
Caution. Watch your head. This underpass is very low!
Is it one you think you can get under?
Unless you’re blind, it’s something that instinctively a driver ought to know.
So if you drive a great big truck, you’ll know you’ve made a blunder
if coming out the other side, you find your roof from your cab is torn asunder!
Written Oct. 17, 2016 For the Warning Contest of Viv Wigley