Long Death and destruction Poems
Long Death and destruction Poems. Below are the most popular long Death and destruction by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Death and destruction poems by poem length and keyword.
Of a distant pass, I am aware
It's said that Satan once dwelt there
Where zombies roamed without a care
And sounds of torture filled the air
Where demons guarded gates to hell
And warlocks gathered to cast their spell
Where tyrants went with souls to sell
and so many heroes, in battle fell
Where roots of terror had begun
And freedom was a right to none
Where moon refused to yield to sun
It was the road they called Red Run
Blood stained the walls, and blood filled the wells
The land never cleansed, for the rains never fell
Where men fought evil, but failed to repel
Where women all prayed, while little eyes swelled
Then off in the distance, a glimmering light
Shined from the dark in the dead of the night
A soldier of heaven was joining the fight
He donned golden armor, a mythical knight
He knew all his life that he would be the one
To vanquish the darkness and bring back the sun
He would not rest, before the war was won
And peace was restored to the road called Red Run
He road through the pass
Sun low at his back
And with each gallop forward
A light filled the black
Satan knowingly raised his head
for he felt the warriors presence
He mumbled the ancient curse of the dead
As he rumbled his way through the peasants
To slay another hero
To shadow the sun's bright beam
To end these futile hopes of freedom
To kill yet one more dream
Soon they met, upon their steeds
They met with swords in hand
One would soon be dead indeed
And silence covered the land
Their eyes then locked, and began this battle
Thunder crushed the conflicted sky
All the mountains shook and rattled
The wind released a sigh
Then silence returned, this fury complete
But only one, remained on his feet
The other lie still,bye the side of the street
Yes Satan was cast to the depths of defeat
The sun then rose high, the dove could now sing
The people all gathered to greet their new king
For he would now lead them to ages of peace
This death and destruction would finally cease
Rebirth had begun, the fight was now won
This darkest of hours was finally done
But the legend does read, that The Devil's own son
One day would return, to the road called Red Run
Without love
We are nothing
And we have nothing
When we have love
We have everything
And that’s something.
Where there’s no love
Reign total chaos, crimes, division
Havoc, death, and destruction
With true love
Doves and peacocks fly above
The firmament is light and blue
Everything is beautiful and new
Without love
We have nothing
And we are nothing.
Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Sans L’Amour, Sine Amore
Sans l’amour
Nous ne sommes rien
Et nous n'avons rien
Quand nous avons l'amour
Nous avons toutes les roses
Et c'est quelque chose.
Où il n'y a pas d'amour
Règnent le chaos total, les crimes, la division
Les ravages, la mort et la destruction
Avec le véritable amour
Des colombes et des paons survolent le parcours
Le firmament est bleu et beau
Tout est clair et nouveau
Sans l’amour
Nous n'avons rien
Et nous ne sommes rien.
P.S. Traduction de ‘Without Love, Sine Amore’ en français
Par Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © janvier 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Ohne Liebe Sine Amore
Ohne Liebe
Wir sind nichts
Und wir haben nichts
Wenn wir Liebe haben
Wir haben alles
Und das ist etwas.
Wo es keine Liebe gibt
Totales Chaos, Spaltung, Verbrechen
Tod und Zerstörung herrschen
Mit wahrer Liebe
Oben fliegen Tauben und Pfauen
Das Firmament ist klar und blau
Alles ist schön und neu
Ohne Liebe
Wir haben nichts
Und wir sind nichts.
P.S. Übersetzung von „Without Love, Sine Amore“ auf Deutsch
Von Hebert Logerie.
Copyright © Januar 2024, Hébert Logerie, Alle Rechte vorbehalten
Hébert Logerie ist Autor mehrerer Gedichtbände.
Having been a journalist for the past forty years, now ready to make my final accord, I had to cover this one last story. My days have been long, and my shuteye has been short. In a small village with a population of a few hundred people, I stopped in the only tavern there to interview some of the patrons. The old rustic looking place had every window broken and no doors left standing. Seeing the faces of the patrons when I stopped in almost told the stories of what they have been witnessing the past few weeks. Most everyone seemed to be shellshocked and afraid. Little talking and silence filled the atmosphere, with the exception of some loud outbursts from the tavern's owner. "Free brew for everyone" he continually shouted! As you can imagine, there was "SRO" (standing room only). So, that being said, it was easy for me to interview most everyone. Everyone had their own versions of what they had witnessed, yet they all seemed very similar. "Death and destruction, death and destruction, death and destruction over and over. I went through a box of tissues hearing their sobbing stories. Again, the owner shouted out- "Free brew for everyone" he gave it out until every last drop of his unique home-made beer with cinnamon and cocoa had been drenched from his kegs. Never had I ever tasted such a fine beer before. it was sadly enjoyable, because I assumed it would be the last of it made for a very long time. "What do you call this wonderful tongue-taster I asked the tender/owner" He replied- My friend, I call it "Death and Destruction"
it was a fine beer
sadness and tears filled their mugs
death and destruction
The gentle Wind whispering through the trees
Tornados and cyclones expressing ; rage
Watch sailboats floating on the ocean breeze
While violent Hurricanes take centre stage
A gentle Rain in the early morning
Tsunami destroying all in its path
A monsoon starts without any warning
Hot water drawn for a relaxing bath
The gentle Fire Blazing in the wood stove
Keeping you warm on a cold winter’s night
The black ashes of a once luscious grove
The countryside glows, a hellish red light
The gentle Earth yielding all to mankind
Mudslide cascading from the mountain tops
An Earthquake : death and destruction combined
Vegetable gardens have flourishing crops
The elements to sustain life
Also create momentous strife
Inspired by Barbara Gorelick's Contest "The Four Elements"
two thousand and ten years
after Christ birth
one would think there'd be
peace on earth
all the laws and commands
having been in place
showing our impudence
and our disgrace
love one another?
in this place?
evil and destruction
ever before our face
and having been given laws
impossible to follow
seeing miracles but finding them
hard to swallow
we have faith
and are guided by his hand
but death and destruction
are taking over the land
angels are wondering
why did God make man
why has confusion reigned
over Gods plans
but dare not they ask
about the hoax
or how much evil the demons see
before they not believe in God's
heavenly host
who are they
that left and divorce
while love still burned
caring not the consequences
of the contempt they have earned
why are they capable
of malice deemed diabolical
evil intent
destruction undeniable
what cause have they
to destroy the created
innocent with the guilty
with horrible intentions
unclean and filthy
where was that first love lost
like a burned up candle
or melted like frost
where did their love go?
kept under a mattress
flown out a door
when will evil cease to be
will they lose there will
and be still like trees
no eyes no ears
no mouth to talk
planted in the ground
no legs to walk
no skin to feel the hot or cold
just seasons yearly
while eternity roles
NO! they have the fire
hot and ready for them
in an inexaustable amount
of fuel in the flames they swim
a fire that will burn
much longer than the sun
for the kind of evil
they called fun
In our chaotic world, harmony has
retreated, leaving us at a loss,
Now, hopelessly, we look on as chaos
prevails, sanity crumbles and reason
tossed,
And amidst all the madness of greed,
discord and unrest,
We are each searching for a peaceful
place to take a moment to rest.
Instead, we’re blindly moving in
different directions, trying to find
solutions for a way out,
But in every corner, there’s something
that raises doubt,
Fights break out as voices clash and
opinions differ,
In this chaotic state, it seems like
everyone is at the edge of a cliff, with
some saying jumping off might be
better.
In the turmoil close ties are broken,
friends turn into enemies and love
into hate,
Then a darkness overtakes them,
sealing their fate,
All they have are screams of
anguish, constant tears of pain,
And death and destruction flow like rain.
Yet, amongst the turmoil and despair,
some with strong Faith still see a
flicker of light that inspires hope,
A chance for rescue through kindness and
compassion, thus offering a way to
cope,
So let’s stand together amongst the
shattered dreams and help each
other through this plight,
Through unity we can find the
strength to rise like the Phoenix from
the ashes, soaring high towards a
place and time of stability and no more
deadly fights.
by Zyrool
Mother earth gently moans the greenhouse effect
From unhealthy car fumes floating through the air
That’s causing devastation to our climate
Back to back hurricanes and tornadoes reek
Habit, causing devastation to our cities
And states, leaving death and destruction all over
It has caused irreversible damage to
Most of us don’t seem to care at all now, sad
Mothers earth gently moans the failure of crops
That’s mean to feed billions, the climate change with
With the excessive heat is destroying our crops
Causing our farmers to produce less food each year
Dry conditions or an overflow of rain
Mother earth gently moans water pollution
It’s killing all of our marine life and
Over fishing is seen way to often, an
Even the coral reef is vanishing quick
Trash and toxins over run our rivers and
Streams because of big tech companies who cares
About making a dollar, while the toxins
Poison our fish and the people who eat them
Factories pollute the air until its not
Safe to breath, it puts the quality in the
Red zone, it’s like a blanket of fog that sits
Mother earth gently moans, the lost of forests
Where most of the trees is cut down for the sake
Of progress, leaving the poor animals with
No place to go, homeless with no end insight
Taking away their food supply and forcing them
To move closer to the human population
In order to find food, this puts humans in
Danger zone and causes conflict to
Mother earth gently moans, to see the planet
Slowly sinking into non-existence, she’s
Suppose to be love, cared for and protected
Most of all she hasn’t been nurtured either
This is part of why mother earth moans gently
FEBRUARY 23, 2021
Today I live comfortably, peaceably
Tonight a hurricane washes ashore
Tomorrow I am homeless, secure no more...
Today I have a challenging job and work
for someone I greatly respect and admire
Tomorrow morning, the company goes belly up
I'm out on the street, carrying a sign
'Day Laborer for Hire...'
Today my country is flourishing, the economy humming
Tonight we are attacked by a nuclear superpower
Tomorrow death and destruction everywhere
In every crack and crevice, like rodents, we all cower
Why does man pray? Who does he pray to?
Insecurity pumps to and from his heart like crazy
He stands naked before his Maker, every sinew and artery exposed
Beseeching the Almighty for Mercy, eyes and heart wide-open now
His purpose no longer hazy --- energetic! ~ Long vanquished is lazy!
Where are the children? Where are the children this night and day? In the African nation of South Sudan, there is a horrible famine. Their families, and their children are perishing because they are starving to death.
World television pastors, such as Rod Parsley, are pledged to help provide assistance. The Daystar and TBN networks really providing: fresh water and wells, medical, and dental care, food and of course shoes.
The Evangelical Lutheran Church of America has our world hunger fund, The Baptist, and charismatic churches sponsor missionaries. Professional athletes and entertainment industry's actors and musicians sponsor their own non-profit organizations. The Red Cross, and Salvation Army and Habit for Humanity etc. The list could go on endlessly. Yet photos of starving children we constantly see.
Many people have wondered why? Is there really a God above us in heaven's lofty skies? And if he does exist, does he even care about us? "The poor you will always have with you, you shall not always have me with you." He was addressing Jesus. Yes, God really does care! His ministry welcomed the little children and denied them not for such is the kingdom of heaven. We must have the faith of a child to please him and enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Where are the children? They need responsible people to care for both their physical spiritual needs. The secular world addresses their physical needs from cradle to the grave. The unborn children and their mothers need special treatment and care. What happens to an unborn child from conception if it dies? The child is immediately welcomed into the presence of Jesus Christ in the kingdom of heaven. It is their grieving mothers, fathers, and families needing both spiritual and emotional tender loving care TLC.
Just suppose the unborn child would have been severely disabled from birth? God knits us together in our mother's wombs. The physical conception process with a male's sperm fertilizing a female's egg. The sin nature of mankind is responsible not God. When Adam and Eve ate from the Tree of the Knowlege of Good and Evil--sin entered into the DNA of people. Death and destruction also entered in. Where are the children? Under the shelter of his everlasting arms.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
aka Roxy Lea 1954
August 05, 2017
(01/10/12)
So many of my brothers and sisters are traveling this road
What’s expected is really unknown.
Death and destruction all around
Gunfire is the only sound.
War is really a living hell
Especially when you find out
Your best friend fell.
Innocent children sitting in the debris
Asking “ what’s going to happen to me?’
We have the technology to send people into space
What’s going on with the human race?
There is fear etched on every child s face.
Why don’t we use the brains that we’ve been given
To find peace and keep on living.
Wars have been going on since the beginning of man
Why can’t we search for peace?
What’s to understand !
There are insects and bugs, such as ants and bees
Who is in charge by their queen.
They have armies which they control
And they’re used to maintain their environment
In which they live, and do not use them for war.
So why can’t we follow their lead and settle our scores.
We kill other human beings to feel alive
Animals kill just to survive .
We say that they are the animals
So I guess we must be the beast
For on others miseries we do feast.
We fight for land, and we fight for power
Then what will happen in our final hours
Will we fight the temptation
to beg for our salvation.