Best Wasteland Poems

rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland— 
a blanket white unfolds with pure hope and love
melting snowflakes on such a clear blue ocean
lying on the edge of a world that’s very scared 

while inside this mindset unfolds a radiant light 
sun shining buttercup of...

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How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity?
How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind?
I have never been able to solve the mystery—
Of myself. . .
I wish at times that my life was no more
That I could live as another and...

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Winds of a Frozen Wasteland

Winds blowing down the mountain silver capped so cold, 
Howling fiercely with a herculean ferocity rarely ever seen. 
 
A cold snap cuts straight and deep now to one’s very bones, 
As one’s body trembles tremulously teetering toward a fall.
 
Beloved...

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Winds blowing down the mountain silver capped so cold, 
Howling fiercely with a herculean ferocity rarely ever seen. 
 
A cold snap cuts straight and deep now to one’s very bones, 
As one’s body trembles tremulously teetering toward a fall.
 
Beloved baby black crows roost...

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On the late night train away from sense
and into the midnight wasteland,
Old Lady Morbidica vomited blood,
I swore it was the blood
of unsuspecting travelers.
She bent her back, then sank to her knees,
and spewed into plastic bags,
it was her lifelong custom,
three plastic bags at a time
at least...

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Dust dry winds that leech and parch,
Skeletal soldiers that endlessly march
O'er barren sand and rocky crest,
Examples of nature's cruel jest.

Plants that bristle with vicious quills;
A land that teems with ancient ills.
Cursed and blighted by gods unknown;
Loved by bandits and rogues alone.

Loneliness that echoes the land's...

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As I wash these dishes. 
I wash the wishes 
from these tired and ruined hands. 

I look out into the street 
with a thousand yard stare
Eyes lost glazed bare…
I see my children playing 
in these dirty and broken streets 
in an iron wasteland. 

They know...

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rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland— 
a blanket white unfolds with pure hope and love
melting snowflakes on such a clear blue ocean
lying on the edge of a world that’s very scared 

while inside this mindset unfolds a radiant light 
sun shining buttercup of...

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Bound by blame, broken by blight,
Scarred by a stolen satire,
nuzzling necrophiliacs within the night.

Tangled in torment, tied untamed,
blemished by the blasphemy,
of never speaking your name.

Shackled in sin, shredded sovereignty,
dealing death’s doses,
murdering you and me.

Cuffed with candor, calling our crimes,
to an impetuous enslavement,
tortured through time.

Set me...

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There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his crap. I try and think to dream past my own tragedy. I feel my hands burn and bleed from the...

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From ruined halls of a corrupt little apartment 
I flee with my children, trailing after me 
No more the hard hand of hate 
On my back or deciding my fate 

No more crack n ruined dishes 
No more wishes lost in these wasted lands 
Of...

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Tripping on acid
Erasing all the hope
Experimentation 
Nobody seems to be listening
Aggravation towards family
Growth
Entering a world unknown

Wanting to feel loved
Abondonment
Scared of the future
Trying your hardest
Eager
Lost inside your own thoughts
Anarchy towards discipline
Nervous
Draining away all we thought we knew...

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salt flats
stretch for miles
in grocery stores
chip isle, frozen foods
seven and thirteen, respectively
reflect their shine
of white light
enticement

all organisms dried up,
fifteen per cent more, but lacking
in this pre-packaged
wasteland
where nothing ever grows
or dares to walk without
a list to double check....

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Unknowingly, common men destroy not only themselves, but other men
Should I stand here and let this savagery happen to those without sin?

What is my place to say this and thus to him or them?
 Easily cast aside like a blink or a whim

Demolition and chaos...

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The first time that we saw him
We were worried for his health.
He was sat upon a seat nearby
And talking to himself.

His fingernails were broken
Like his unconnected speech
And he spoke of really nothing
As he stared towards the beach.

The next time that we saw him
He was stroking...

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