Best Wreckage Poems
I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates
You've done this all to me
release your wrath to Me
You wonder How much a Human Heart can take
I've reached the limit
You've invaded me on every level
none of this is Mine anymore
I can't bleed enough for You
We're through
This, This Torture
Homicidal With You
Suicidal Without You
Feel Free to abuse
If it's you I won't lose
The Winds push away
The Vines pull forth
I'm at a lose on what to do
So very lost and Confused
Don't say we're through
Homicidal With You
Suicidal Without You
I Hate you
...Don't leave me
I push you so far away
But need you so close
I'm on the edge
you're all I really need
I'll do anything
Just don't Abandoned me
leaving has it's toll
Homicidal With You
Suicidal Without You
Categories:
wreckage, allegory, angst, confusion, death,
Form:
Lyric
Created from clay
yet possessing image of God
my heart glows with redemption’s grace
persisting to champion miracles
against human nature’s wreckage...
Thus, I can move mountains.
Gripped with divine presence
my faith trusts the Holy Spirit
strengthened to conquer trials
subduing torments of guilt midst pardon bliss
toward triumphant eternity...
Indeed, I can move mountains*.
*Matthew 17:20 “And Jesus said unto them... If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, ‘Remove hence to yonder place’; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.”
January 2, 2024
1st place, "I can move mountains" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 3/2/2024
Categories:
wreckage, character, cheer up, christian,
Form:
Free verse
Holiday’s Roadside Wreckage
by Odin Roark
To live as you’re not
To be who society massages you into being
To succumb to counterfeit identity
Is to skid into mere roadside wreckage.
We pass such rubble all the time
The defective and or mismatched parts of authenticity
Merging with Nature’s roadkill
Decorated by gum wrappers
Festooned by beer cans.
Sadly…
Few anticipate the accident,
The head-on collision with reality,
Where darkness and tears
Become the black ice of misfortune.
Still…
Some will slow down enough to see when they look,
Realize that reason and logic’s purpose
Is to reveal the highway shoulders and ditches’ necessity,
Irony’s off-road demise for make-believers
Careening unconscious down life’s highway.
Roadside wreckage…
Unrewarding scenery made repetitively prophetic
Until we take the time to recognize and live compatibly
With who we really are.
Categories:
wreckage, introspection,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Hold me.
My heart's adrift.
Now hard aground, torn sails.
Can we just once sail WITH the tide?
Again?
Categories:
wreckage, anger, sad love, sea,
Form:
Cinquain
I've been your bow and your stern,
Your sail and your deck
I've helmed our little boat over rough seas,
through storms on an uncharted course
I'm in need of repair, my sails are tattered,
My bow and my stern are weak, my deck splintered
and worn
I cannot go on, the sea has consumed me
and I am going down
December 28, 2016
Categories:
wreckage, angst,
Form:
Personification
Wreckage-Screwed X Contest
Believing in you caused wreckage in me
You thought taking your own life would fix you
Now alone, stuck in hell on bended knee
Cleaning up your awful mess, residue
Didn't you see your beautiful value?
Complicated loss, confusion, grief, fire
What was your reasoning, depth or desire?
Self-destructive and annihilation
Wounded, suffering, physical satire
Articulation, manipulation
~November 18, 2015~
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
***Ten lines, ten syllables each line
and rhyme scheme: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d.***
Categories:
wreckage, grief, hurt, sister, suicide,
Form:
Dizain
As a crying plea for freedom,
And the painful chance for peace,
For the worth of the human race
It begs for the release.
At the chance of failure we sleep,
And dream about tomorrow,
But behind our sleeping eyelids
It ends in hate and sorrow.
It treads not on good or evil,
For that's only in our minds.
It only walks upon the wreckage
To the generations we leave behind.
May we all find the pureness in our soul
That hasn't been blackened by the past,
And turn our wrongs to rights
So the human race will last.
Categories:
wreckage, nature, people, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
certainly together
they saw the best in one another,
certainly at that first point,
they had each other’s
full support,
certainly in the beginning,
there was no one in mind but
the other &
that was all “right” & “good”
until that moment at which
the strength of one’s skill
came into question.
it doesn’t matter what the skill is,
doesn’t matter what was said---
what matters is that when things were
blissful, it went without saying that
there was encouragement,
there was someone in the world who would
stand by & go down with the ship if
necessary,
but unlike the movies,
the credits did not roll---rather,
wreckage began to form when honestly allowed
one of the two to admit that
the skill in question,
had been bested by another &
this burnt a scar into the very heart of the
loved one,
so deep that suddenly
everything else came into question &
the sky began to fall.
Categories:
wreckage, life,
Form:
Free verse
BOAT
wreckage
debris left
volcano erupts
veiling dim horizon
ocean turns melancholic
"ruins - bleak witness of crushed life"
PICTURE 1
June 11, 2022
Pyramids Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllables checked by HMS.com
Categories:
wreckage, boat, sea,
Form:
Verse
The year has passed. away
And the Sun, marking the Time
Crept down a step further,
Throwing the anguish of the past
On the New comer.
But a bafflement subdues
The buoyancy of his mind
As he returns to the mooring Where the new ends,
Aid Boredom (dispersal In the desolate street)
The Time has kept it tied
And though his legs are trembling
He lingers and then throws himself
On the wreckage of Tomorrow.
Categories:
wreckage, hope, philosophy, time, time,
Form:
Classicism
The stillness of the moment
that is lost now ago
Never to shine its glimmer,
hiding.
You shall knock on my door
and hear only your knocking.
Then silence.
The chimes.
You shall wait
and will not find me there
You shall look everywhere
but I will be hiding.
Then a soft shattering.
Look below.
You shall find my wreckage
under your feet.
I only ask one thing;
stay away,
stay away forever...
Let me seek for you instead.
Just leave my broken pieces
and go.
Touch it not,
just go.
Categories:
wreckage, lost love, me,
Form:
Prose Poetry
My car hydroplaned and crashed.
My heart was profoundly beating fast.
The sky poured out heavy raindrops
My face was stained red, from teardrops.
I was trapped and couldn't get out.
My thoughts raced then came doubt.
I was pinned in with no escape.
Beyond the heart, I wandered its fate.
Before the wreck, I saw you with another.
I don't care to know, my mind is befuddled.
You came, prying opened the wreckage door.
My soul has no will; to carry on anymore.
EMS trying to keep me alive.
Hurtful emotions, don't want to survive.
A sigh, a release of last breath.
Free, in a heavenly place; my heart shall rest.
Categories:
wreckage, life, loss, lost loveheart,
Form:
Rhyme
The winds of change blow in time’s one way course,
waft from the fading end to an unknown another,
as the momentum they gather from the power
the spurt of history gives, it goes on increasing ever,
the direction they receive from the coded message,
the current events provide can’t ever be altered,
the intent they read on the social landscape page,
people delicately design, can never be changed.
Civilizations blew away in the destined gale,
the Indus valley turned into a great desert,
empires collapsed on decayed time in gusty squall,
lie scattered in archaeological sites and in art,
all ordained to meet the change from the start.
The mankind sheds the unwanted old grime,
like the dry leaves of summer the winds sweep,
and bury under thick sands of the senile time.
The indomitable spirit rises from the debris,
new generations of beliefs and values emanate,
that survive as long as they can strongly defy
the forces of fated change the winds generate,
and the strike of destined wrath time arrows apply,
transforming fast and invisibly the insipid core
of the traditional society of integrity and unity
into a new deceptive one that seems steeped
permanently in intolerance and in hostility,
infusing a sense of change that gradually sips in,
traditional concepts of living slowly recede,
families and relationships disintegrate within
to morph into the present-day fragile breed,
desperately designed to meet rather blindly
the demands of current times made irrationally.
The shape and the space of mind’s frame alter
with changing pictures it holds, but doesn’t know
the time and the people that are constant movers,
displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show,
the winds of change visibly perform as they blow.
If the storm is strong, wrecking civilization landscape,
everything on its way crumbles beyond recognition.
So savagely the winds surge nothing survives to retrieve
from the wreckage that can’t be swept aside, it stays on,
for everything drags everything into the ruins.
July 3, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (4), Any Theme Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
wreckage, change, history,
Form:
Free verse
You are a cold piece
Work.
You left me on the edge,
Going berserk.
You have no idea how much
It hurt.
It was touch and go for what
It's worth.
I have never loved another like
You.
I have your name on my neck
As a tattoo.
I handed you my bleeding
Heart.
You loved it then tore it
Apart.
When I looked in your eyes,
I saw the hate.
It took my breath and sealed
My fate.
You filled me with hope,
I felt secure.
I took for granted you would
Be here.
I believed I was what you
Wanted.
The memories of us are all
Haunted.
You broke my heart,
Crushed my dreams.
You blew my mind to
Smithereens.
You promised forever,
Then gave up on us.
You looked me in the eye,
Gave the knife a thrust.
I wish you could spend a minute
In my shoes.
You could see the price paid
For loving you.
Turbo1904
Categories:
wreckage, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form:
Rhyme
The year has passed. away
And the Sun, marking the Time
Crept down a step further,
Throwing the anguish of the past
On the New comer.
But a bafflement subdues
The buoyancy of his mind
As he returns to the mooring Where the new ends,
Aid Boredom (dispersal In the desolate street)
The Time has kept it tied
And though his legs are trembling
He lingers and then throws himself
On the wreckage of Tomorrow.
Categories:
wreckage, life, time, time,
Form:
Blank verse