Imploding Poems - Poems about Imploding

Night awakens in the chaos of infernos imploding beneath the darkened sky, It stretches, casting its tangled locks over the deep silences, Shedding the seraphic blankets of the winter moon, golden and silent, And dances barefoot on the icy floors that crackle beneath its steps. It stumbles over the remnants of dawn, torn like shattered thoughts, Like shards of sharp...

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The wild night awakens from the dream of an imploding inferno, Stretching lazily, with tangled strands like waves of darkness, Tossing aside the serene blankets of the full golden winter moon, To dance barefoot on frozen floors, like a lost silhouette. Stumbling over morning's remnants, where thoughts like shards, Crumpled and cold, cling to naked windows, dressed in bareness, Shivering, the...

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Watching with a glass of water in case the clouds are thirsty when they stop...

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IMPLODING REALITY Silent scream wildly flapping of wings unseen around this crying head where eyes are no more and mouth a wide silence where ears hear only madness while mind is anywhere but sane Violence throws me out of bed every night on legs that collapse forgotten they don't work lugging, tug drag into that corner they fly around cursing me lashing out insane insane Eyes unsee, ears unhear, mouth unscream imploding reality If I...

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When all is said and done the dust begins to settle and all the pieces standing are forced back into mellow The melancholic return in oblivious absense monotony abounds and still nothing happens A fercent felt desire a yearning for some depth Unsheathing of mine eyes reveals there's nothing left Inconsistent surging swells of pent up cooperation man made soul a super nova an imploding decimation...

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As I lie here, 'mongst these empty teardrops Of causality I fear that fate draws ever near In this reality But in this sunset In this dawn The hope of all regret is past In this ash we sculpt as song We think something must finally last How can we profess to see The ways we lose our sight We, the wanderers, the free Who think that...

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