Best Vandalised Poems
Rampant vandalism looming
Threatening important developments
Hampering the progress of viable projects
Disheartening to find complete structures
Badly damaged and materials stolen
To replace vandalised materials is proven
Difficult and waste of resources
Now which lesson can vandals be taught
Why must vandals be so?
chipepo lwele
Categories:
vandalised, loss, sympathy,
Form:
Choka
Clippity Cloppity
Emily Davison
confronted race horses
losing her life
dissident suffragette
indiscriminately
committed sabotage
chaos and strife
Hickory Dickory
Leonora Cohen
hunger strike ends with the
cat and mouse ploy
campaigning for justice
legitimisation
Scapegrace to magistrate
ending in joy
1 / 28 / 2021.
During the 1913 Epsom Derby, Emily Davison threw herself under King George V horse
Anmer. Dying from her injuries 4 days later.
Leonora Cohen in 1913 vandalised a display case containing the Crown Jewels in the
Tower of London. Defending herself, she was released on a technicality. After another act
of vandalism, she went on hunger strike while in prison, but was released early. This was
due to Lord Asquith's cat and mouse act. Giving prisoners time to recover, preventing
needless deaths while incarcerated. Leonora was trampled on by a mounted police horse,
during one protest march. She died aged 105 , serving as magistrate for 25
years and receiving the O.B.E. incidently she was born in the city of Leeds, where I too was
born and bred.
Categories:
vandalised, conflict, death, discrimination, women,
Form:
Double Dactyl
Granddads’ Secret Love
The Pendulum of time is like the Pendulum of love,
Anchored in the being that is you
Your makeup tears hide the fading belle, who once danced down the Champs -elysees
But I too dwell on the past, for time has vandalised my youth too,
My mind no longer curious for what lies on the other side of the hill
Like a tree abused by the countless storms, now forgotten
I still stand; face on, to weather life’s misfortune
Vows that I have taken, died long ago,
Along with my faith
For god and I no longer speak, a shallow life I have led
My ambitions entwined in the garden and walks in the park
I thought that time would make love fade, as does the beauty of youth
But when I saw you drenched in mornings sunlight
Smelling the blossom on ball gown bushes,
For a brief moment you were young once again
I caught your eye, and memories flooded back
A strange romantic notion caught me
Like a bird who has spent his life in a cage
Suddenly freed, yet this cage I fear to abandon
But silent love is noble, and though it has taken a life time to know
I understand, why the lover cares not for fates demise
For I have spent my life lingering in the darkness between the stars
But now I can look beyond our age for we are two well worn shoes
Comfortable and secretly loved
We are silent lovers, who have spent a life time together,
Living in our dreams and thoughts, speaking
Different silences,
Which say all that is needed to know?
For our souls will always listen and our hearts will always be in love.
And only you and I will know
Categories:
vandalised, lost love, love, life,
Form:
Free verse
ALPHABETS OF LOVE
_____________________
Cannot be Assigned.
Cannot be Bargained.
Cannot be Conceived.
Cannot be Designed.
Cannot be Erased.
Cannot be Fantasized.
Cannot be Gilded.
Cannot be Humerised.
Cannot be Idealized.
Cannot be Juxtaposed.
Cannot be Kerneled.
Cannot be Legitamised.
Cannot be Mortalised.
Cannot be Noanofied.
Cannot be Ordained.
Cannot be Perused.
Cannot be Quantifed.
Cannot be Ratified.
Cannot be Simplified.
Cannot be Trivialised.
Cannot be Utilised.
Cannot be Vandalised.
Cannot be Warranted.
Cannot be xeroxed.
Cannot be yielded.
Cannot be zeroed.
It's a magical moment, in time and space.
Which is blessed by eternal grace.
A gift to human race.
Not a contract on paper.
Not a legal matter.
Not a cases of physical lust .
A subsidiary of spiritual trust.
But to love and be loved.
Not a one way street.
Not a tingling sensation.
Or a weakness in your limbs.
Commitment of a spiritual kind,
to care for each other needs. (Akin)
But must be guided by the mind and soul.
Willingness of the heart.
It's not static. Always dynamic.
Ever evolving with the winds of change.
It can never loose its grace.
Categories:
vandalised, love,
Form:
Free verse
It took a second. A single second and he was gone,
I struck him once. Twice. Three times. I can’t really remember.
All I remember is the stench of deceit that lingered in the air afterwards,
An aroma that was too familiar to me since that last December.
I acted fast.
I seized the suitcase. It clung to the last memories we had
A memory of affliction and treachery. Of lies he spun to get out of his
Deception. He was mine. But he wasn’t.
For his gaze seemed to wander, and it caused a sudden chill of jealousy;
to run down my bruised and battered spine.
But now these reminiscences of a tarnished and forgotten vacation; would be
vandalised by the blood of the man I once loved. Or maybe still do.
But I don’t regret it. I don’t think I ever will.
I don’t think I ever should.
Categories:
vandalised, desire, jealousy, love,
Form:
Blank verse
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
Ho, ho, ho, the Christmas vandals have struck.
Where you might well ask?
Felixstowe,at the beach huts.
Three times now, those blinking vandals.
Have struck at my beach but there.
Is it not too much to ask them.
Too vandalise elsewhere?
I mean three times my hut’s been vandalised.
And it’s not cruel to anyone.
Mind you, I might be later on.
If I catch those vandalisers!
Doing what they do for fun.
I am slightly annoyed.
I am slightly perturbed.
I am also blinking mad.
You’ll have to take my word.
I will repair.my beach hut door.
It will look quite posh, you know.
Then, when I put up for sale.
Up the price will go.
Felixstowe may not be Southwold.
Where beach huts are worth their weight in gold!
But the amenities at Felixstowe are increased, so I have been told.
Children have a play area, it is very nice indeed.
There are posh toilets and a shower to wash off that sea weed.
Kiosk selling cakes and drinks coffee and tea I mean.
Another sells seaside novelties and lovely ice cream.
I think I’ll mention all this in my advert for my beach hut.
But I will leave out them vandals no publicity then I will give.
I only hope without the fame, they can really live.
I have the wood, screws and nails matching paint as well.
And if I see those vandals!
I could nail them down as well.
I’m booking all my expense; it could be quite a lot.
So when those vandals are caught they can pay for it, I certainly will not.
Of course there is no CCTV, and witnesses there are none.
Of those dear blinking vandals, having so much fun.
And as Christmas is coming and if they caught you know.
I’m sure the magistrate will be lenient and let them blighters go.
Personally I would lock them up and throw away the key.
Then my beach hut would be safe from the vandals, do you agree?
Mine was not the only hut they did vandalise so.
I’m sure they had a good time at the seaside you know.
Playing kick the door in, smash the windows too.
Trying to find something to steal, I hope it wasn’t you!
No, poets are nice people, they really are you know.
And on that note, I must finish as it is now time to go.
Categories:
vandalised, anger, beach, break up,
Form:
Genial warmth of personage,
fortitude of a pleasant shower,
Dainty attire, whimple of violet
silk bordered in gold fringe,
Iridescent and greatly alters
every aspect of earth,
Till I spit fire and trash the
conservative !!
Planteous grape harvest,
making barrels and barrels of
wine,
Perfect to a drunkard's delight
and a rich man's sight,
But worthless and contemptible
for a poor's plight,
I send to trash can,
vandalised!!
If he could avoid leap of
another dog or drive it's fangs,
At the same moment seize the
infinitesimal fraction of time,
In which to deliver his own
attack, tear apart disparaging,
No scum in the trash can , I
spit fire !!
Categories:
vandalised, abuse,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Some little bastards TPed my house and my yard.
I put them over my Knees and spanked them hard.
They ran home and told their moms and pops.
Thirty minutes later I was arrested by some cops.
I spent Halloween night behind bars.
Those kids returned and egged my car.
They also left a flaming bag of poop at my door.
They vandalised my house but at least their butts were sore.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
Categories:
vandalised, childhood, funny, holiday, house,
Form:
Rhyme
You did many things,
And most you should not be proud of.
You broke my heart,
Made me cry at night,
Went to a police department,
Vandalised a car.
But there is one thing that
I love you for right now,
You inspired me,
The words that I am saying,
The songs that I am singing,
The tears that I'm shedding,
The poems I'm writing
All because of You.
For someone that I fell in love with,
then hated for breaking my heart, Eric Hoey.
Categories:
vandalised, inspirational, lifelove,
Form:
Free verse
The city and its steel plant are now "completely liberated" after 531 Ukrainian troops left the site, the Russian defence ministry said.
Completely {
levelled, depopulated, desolated,
despoiled, vandalised, looted, pillaged, plundered,
devastated, desecrated, ravaged, violated, emptied,
laid waste,
razed to the ground,
scorched from the face of the earth,
annihilated, obliterated, eliminated. But
}
Liberated.
Categories:
vandalised, violence,
Form:
Free verse
It tumbles through my mind
Like an oversized owl clipped
From flight. Nothing remains
Shelves of carefully stacked
Thoughts, feelings and emotions.
Shatter into shards of coloured mirrors.
Then it spreads – a black tar
Glupping, glumping until it fills
Pores and membranes and every
Being that was once myself.
I thought steadiness achieved
Until one day – back turned –
You came and that was it.
Gone peace and enter marooned
Madness. Life over but not dead.
Torture like toenails being pulled.
But it goes: time is our one
Weapon left. The shelves are
Never replaced, my childhood general store
Vandalised. Bottles of being
Smashed from innocence.
Categories:
vandalised, childhood, confusion, imagination, life,
Form:
Free verse
in the realms of marine stardust
there still flicker deviant desires,
fanned flames that nothing can prevent,
lustrous ignitions devoid of hesitations;
bartering for the souls and shoes
of footloose heroines,
laddered of stocking and careless
of moral fibre;
ah, they were and shall always remain
teenage handmaidens who never addressed
nor paid faintest attention to
my secret sexual schemata.
Mermaids on salt streaked rocks,
seaweed strewn sands,
beached with slapping tails
and ringlet-framed smiles;
sipping cherry coke on the psychic coastlines
of my derelict and vandalised
sea front promenades.
Categories:
vandalised, life, love,
Form:
Blank verse
A WANING SUN HAD SET THE SCENE
0N A DYING GRAVEYARD ALL SERENE
BUT MOULD AND DECAY HAD HAD ITS WAY
IT LIVED AND THRIVED WHEN ALL HAD DIED
LIFES A LIFELONG VIRTUAL DREAM
ON A UNIVERSAL TIME MACHINE
INITIALISED BY A BABIES CRY
EXPIRING IN UNTIMELY DEATH
ECHOING ONE LONG LAST LINGERING BREATH
AND IN BETWEEN THESE TIMELY SCENES
A FLEDGLING SOULS WASTED DREAMS
AN ETERNITY OF LIFE LIES THERE
CLOAKED IN A REALM OF DESPAIR
TIME HAD TIME ENOUGH TO SCHEME
AND TIME HAS TIME TO DECIDE
AN UNTIMELY DEATH FOR THOSE WHO DIED
THE DEVILS DARKNESS SWEPT AWAY
THE FADING LIGHT OF A DYING DAY
TO CONCEAL THE SCENE OF MILDEWED GREEN
MOSS PAINTED STONES AND GRAVEYARD BONES
IN AGED VANDALISED DECAY
DAYS WANING LIGHT SEDUCED THE NIGHT
TO CHASE AWAY THE DYING LIGHT
CLINGING TO THE GRAVEYARD STONES
OF MILDEWED MOSS AND BLACKEND BONES
WHAT BRINGS ME HERE
TO A PLACE SO DREAR
WITH ITS MOULD AND DECAY
LIVING AND DYING AWAY
ITS SURVIVING AND THRIVING
WHEN ALL ELSE IS STRIVING
TO HIDE DEATH AND DESTRUCTION AWAY
TIL RESURRECTION DAY
WHENTHE TRUMPETS EXPEL
EVERYONE FROM THEIR CELL
TO SPRING CLEAN ITS SUCH A DISGRACE
I WOULDNT BE SEEN DEAD IN THE PLACE
THE INMATES WERE ALL KEEN
TO JOIN IN THE SCHEME
AND WITHOUT ANY MOANS
ABOUT ACHING BONES
Categories:
vandalised, art, dark, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Marks on her skin replace kisses of him,
Protection from insecurity, everything short of purity.
Burdens worn like makeup,
Hiding her eyes - vandalised by breakup
She’s been on this throne for as long as is known,
Regret is apart, so much isn’t home.
Hoping for more than doing as she can
Scars on her skin replace pictures of them
Categories:
vandalised, 11th grade, abuse, addiction,
Form:
Rhyme
At a young age, they start to rape.
It is a disaster in the Cape.
At 15 he starts to rape.
There is no way to escape.
At 15 he rapes the kids in the home.
They are close like bees in a honeycomb.
The grandparents in the house
living like blind mice.
The parents are all drug addicts,
living off others like ticks.
Their kids are thrown away,
their lives have gone astray.
Their kids have been vandalised,
they have been bastardised
by a 15-year-old boy.
He is not a stable boy.
Grandpa and Grandma turned a blind eye.
How could they turn a blind eye?
For three years they ignored it,
even though they were in the cockpit.
The grandparents turned a blind eye.
What standard did they apply?
Their kids are drug addicts,
living off others like ticks.
Categories:
vandalised, abuse, addiction, anxiety,
Form:
Didactic