Destruction Poems - Poems about Destruction

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She was a field– soft, wide, aching. He was the match, small but hungry. They met not in spring, but in that breathless hush before things grow– where hope is still half-buried beneath frost. She held the rain like a secret. He wore the fire like a promise He never meant to keep. She broke without a sound He burned like it was prayer. and yet– in the blackened soil, something...

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Leaders are worshiped, Armies are much hailed, Weapons are much praised, And innocent creatures are, Killed in the streets, in the Homes, while they are working, While they are sleeping, The children's heart full of, Terror, they are told, we are, Worrier, we win the war, But who tell the preacher, Wars cant not be won, and No way, they can be win, Both side loose,...

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I apologize For all the dandelion necks I have snapped...

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I wore my sins like velvet lace, Then set your garden all ablaze. I never once said I was kind-- I only promised not to mind. The chandelier you loved? It fell. I laughed and called it “doing well.” Your rules were quaint, but far too tight-- I loosened them with fire and bite. Abandon all grace here, my dear-- The wine is sharp,...

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The lightning blinks through diaphanous air, An enigmatic catharsis of the universe. The thunderous exhale fleeting-- Ultraviolet tendrils grasping from the atmosphere. A bolt illuminating the heavens with majestic bearing, Smothering the canvas littered with stars in a flash, Curling with a conniving kind of captivation-- A calamitous craft cracking through the cosmos....

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Trump I-Fucation Flickering beacon of light. Red core inflamed. Elites on the dole. Narcissists Me Trumps We. Fraud: Ace in the Hole. GOP Rats pilfer the hold. Viral blight dissembles. Emperor fiddles While chaos reigns. Diagnosis: Deep Vain Trumposis. Systemic Sclerosis. Democracy Desecrated, Pandora’s lost hope! Copyright@Mel Gill 2023...

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And they would strut around the fire Then sat upon their stools, And argued long, in learned terms, Who wore the better jewels! But then there was a man about Who none had seen before, And though he wore a gentle face, They felt a gentle horror. For he did not dance around the fire Or strut about like fools, Nor did he argue who...

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I am a hostage inside my mind, A wall of crippling deformities I want to emancipate myself from you, to rid these tortured thoughts that burn words of poisonous acid, deep into the darkest corners of my mind. But how, without killing oneself...

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Run faster—looking back will be your downfall. The screeching of the infected gains intensity. Drag the razor wire barricade across blistering concrete— scraping rusted metal, shards splintering into scorched oblivion. Enter the valley of death, shadows playing tricks on your weary mind. Searching for answers, your quest has begun. Cityscapes metamorphose into deserted deserts. Continue your path forward, while an unrepentant sandstorm takes...

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Though matter may not be destroyed, the form must be deformed; absolute fluidity demands—with absolute rigidity— that bonds made break free from an unstable frame.— Erratic molecules and particles swarm beyond the confines of lucidity; But we, in stupor (and stupidity), (poor things), give to fluidity a name… I mean to say: Destruction is a must! For,—given that something new’s to be built—, creation draws...

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the underworld rumbles and summons beckoning in groveled whispers with undertones of shady pretenses haunted by gods and demons who brazenly wave their book of souls tormentors do the dirty work in afterlife meanwhile here kings and rulers wealth in pocket pauper in heart build their towers to climb to heaven every last of these towers of babylon will one day come apart at the...

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Shouting, over the sounds of rain, feelings more commanding than the season’s pain erasing the hope from hearts, but who’s to blame for the night’s lure in pieces of yesterdays wondering, unclear which prayer to plead will the season tell her story in dark – it feels insane no more moments – winds tell the still night burning with fires more potent...

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Body rejects itself, Bone-dry and like a furnace, It burns alive, kill It is sand, dead Dig two graves, Refuse to rot, This isn’t revenge. Hate the body, It’s nothing but problematic. One ear open, Stay somewhat conscious. Maggots crawl in the body, tearing under the skin, Refuse to rot, feel it inside-out. Fling a rope, It will not reach, YOUR BODY isn’t strong enough....

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