Crumbling Poems - Poems about Crumbling

...Bird with feathers of fire, phoenix metronome, bursts on the edges of the atmosphere. Crumbling to dust, ash and powdery bones, fore a chance never truly appears. A velleity is made at her shooti......Read the rest...

...In the twilight hours, a sense of eerie panic drapes the land, A silent fear, like a shadow of a forgotten truth, Uncertainty whispers through the crumbling walls of once-reliable faiths, Institut......Read the rest...

...The silence is deafening, but I know you're still here. I look within and see your presence A beautiful spirit with lovely eyes. I look around me, and I think I have become a menace. Stuck rumin......Read the rest...

...'Old Mother Twitchett had but one eye, And a long tail which she let fly; And every time she went through a gap, A bit of her tail she left in a trap.' Old Mother Twitchett' wasn't always old......Read the rest...

...Cold Fire Bach over reaches Arguments are won in dusk Time brings to the brink when you discover tomorrow's sun was blazoned in her shadow legends crumbling we succumb to the languid legend ......Read the rest...

... My Empire of Ashes Who am I without my dark throne? I am the King of this crumbling castle, alone. The ruler of this empire of ashes. A child with an empty box of matches. A King wi......Read the rest...

...In the Twilight of the Nation's Pride Jesus! Where will it end? How low must one descend In this country to become President? How many masks must be worn, how many truths must bend, In the quest ......Read the rest...

...The flashlight shines upon my face as I hand the cop my driver license. police cars blocking the road, Singles cop behind the wheel let me through not who they are looking for I wave and drive o......Read the rest...

... On the outskirts of a long-abandoned country town beyond the crumbling headstones and elmwood trees is mounted a dark dismal figure of what used to be a scarecrow whose limbs flail in Autumn's b......Read the rest...

... When metaphors play 'hide and seek,' my shield is a veil nurturing premature petals. Yet there are some words that become poems, to help those who care to read to interpret the alchemist myste......Read the rest...

...I wish my mother hadn't wept every day of her pregnancy and had actually wanted me and that my parents had shown affection to me like the ones in those YouTube family vlogs you see. That the in-c......Read the rest...

...In the jungle of steel and shattered dreams, weathered by the city's restless din, Are we men or merely bearers of burdens, carrying her heavy bags, Paying the bill, opening the doors that separate......Read the rest...

...#My_end_part_of_the_vow Me and my heart, made a vow; for better or for worse and sadly, now I'm at my worse. For months on end, I had my doubts, denying every tear, though I'm dying within, still I ......Read the rest...

...The tears ascend in a manner reminiscent of ocean waves, while the emotions within you resemble the ferocity of hurricanes, intent on wreaking havoc through your trembling hands. Yet, you take comfor......Read the rest...

...The morning is creeping all over my skin and a distant wind is blowing cold breeze in front of me and reality has come back to haunt me. “What are you doing here?” a silent voice burst out of the ......Read the rest...