Mudslide Poems | Examples

Mudslide

I’m walking through the rough roads,
Losing traction in my current situation.
There is no scheme or death trap,
It’s a springboard to my launchpad.

A stirring is taking place during this hour,
Disruption and shift are in motion.
It’s getting messy and uncomfortable,
I sense climate change is in effect.

Discouragement comes and goes,
But life won’t be full of woes.
Lately I’ve been stressing out,
I just hope it doesn’t take me out.

I’ve survived tough roads in the past,
So I know I’m built for this, and to last.
Another chance to grow and learn,
That’s what milestones make a major turn.

viole-n-t

	is indigo the color of the monsoon
	in the fiery chill of winter that burns 
	melting your resolve
	in viole(n)t lightning
	surging like veins in a cloud

		bleeding the land and scarring the earth
		with its violet blood
		in liquid streams of surging light
		that fuels the fire to survive the rain
		the weatherman flies away
	
	his resolve is burnt and snuffed out 
	in the absence of the sunny days
	we used to talk about
	now we plead with the sky
	to take back our prayers for rain
	
before the mudslide comes like a chariot
to carry the flames downtown

Deliver Us From Evil

Overcome by hurricane or tornado?
Ran over by a train or a big rig?
Will I be flooded over or burned out?
Avalanche or mudslide? Which will it be?

A friend boarded a plane when close to 80.
He was afraid of dying in a plane crash.
Some years prior to his first flight,
I said to him, "We are all going to die".
His reply? "But I will not die in a plane".

Sometimes, we are able to choose our way of death.
Sometimes, unfortunately, all of our choices are evil.
Sometimes, we have no choice but to pick our poison.
When such is the case, our best choice is to pray,
"LORD, DELIVER US FROM EVIl. AMEND".

092724PS

Sunflowers

It comes to me that every street
or patch of crowded humanity
has become a battle zone.

The fight is muddled the cause unclear.
The sky rains tears of spite and rage
and it comforts us not.

Did the sunflowers stop turning to the light,
did the earth beneath our feet turn rancid,
or did we bury our eyes in a mudslide of hate?

Have we become what we feared the most,
our irrevocable and forever reviled enemy?

The fields of sunflowers,
are still gold faced in the sunlight,

but the land is slowly pickling them,
we will have to keep a few in a jar,
that they may eventually remind us
of a former undiagnosed sanity,
a world of hope,
before it went to war with itself.

Dunked

DUNKED

I feel like a badly dunked and broken biscuit
Sweet icebergs floating in a warm cup of tea
What was to have been a favourite texture
Now a mudslide with soft submerged blobs
Abandoned now as the drinker walks away

Is this how people always are at the end
As hopes for something good are dashed
Beyond any recovery, left to sink unseen
Discarded, bereft of earlier anticipation
Despite all good intentions, now failed

However solid things were at the start
A confection constructed for a soft bite
Now just a sludge with no pretensions
Not having made it to teeth or tongue
That missed taste opportunity now lost

But the other half still between the fingers
Perhaps a chance for some redemption
Not risking a further failed attempt
But a crisp bite is now just acceptable
And avoidance with a careful sip of tea

Ah,Taking the Losing Side

We lived apart from each other
and became strangers,
we went down the lonely path
forgetting we were lovers;
did we realize what we missed,
all the closeness we held dear?
Time can be a reminder
of our joy and our worth...
that's what we have wasted!

Ah, taking the losing side
isn't always the best choice,
when we get so angry
words don't make any sense:
they hurt on the inside,
they only cause misery!
Ah, taking the losing side
it's admitting the guilt,
it's denying who's at fault
and expect much hurt!

Days don't have 
the same outcome as our intention,
they are different in their perception,
don't take them in stride,
live them out;
whatever they promise
little or a lot,
breathe and feel alive!

Ah, taking the losing side...
is putting away all pride;
first, consider how much it will cost
and be ready to expect the worst! 
Ah, taking the losing side...
is going down the mudslide!

A Glimmer of Hope

A glimmer of hope is all you need
    Now give it your best in thought and deed

  Don't wait around for a hole a mile wide
    'Midst such a hole lies a mudslide

Stupid Things People Say

Stupid Things People Say.
.
Stupid things people say
I hear them every day
.
Is it the weather or me?
How do you want your tea
In or out
Well it make more sense to have it in a cup 
To me
.
Is that a guitar on your shoulder?
No it’s an ironing board
And a boulder
Can you play?
No I just carry it about all day
.
Is that a camera are you filming?
No I’ve got something stuck in my eye
Goodbye
.
Are they your dogs?
No I’m taking them back for the ransom money
Are you trying to be funny honey?
.
It always rains but never pours 
So you've been to this planet before?
.
I’m going shopping for a bargain
Not if you didn’t want it in the first place
 Not another frying pan and cardigan
.
Money makes the world go round
Well if it does
Here’s half a crown
.
I bet you were a beautiful baby
I still am beautiful 
Lady
.
The wheels on the bus go around and around
Of course they do
Or we’d never get around
.
The grass is always greener on the other side
Not if you have a mudslide
.
You never know what’s around the corner
I do
Big Ada I have to warn you
.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?
.

Peter Dome©2020.

Into the Deep Blue

I made a lake filled with hate
And kept it clogging up,
It was bulking, bulking, till it broke
Thro' emptying its animosity.

And when it could no longer hold
Its propaganda of repugnance,
It was bleeding, bleeding, till I saw
Some ugsome fear burning cold-

Where then I fell thro' into hell
Baiting a creep of despair,
And I, in silence, some strange silent 
Omen spat its vomit from my belly.

I felt the sting of pain overpower
Breaking my mind into pieces,
It was horrible, horrible, I couldn't toil
Nor finish fish I'd tried to bake.

Here comes now the vilest mother 
Of my grief wrecking appetites,
She was excreting, excreting, till I choked
On her heinous mudslide of hogwash-

Now I am drowning in a lake
Self made thro' illicit ills,
Depression has awoken in its wake
And I'll slide deeper let 'em see.

Terra

1.Pockets of air.
2.Roaring gusts in critique.
3.Swirling leaves.
I'll build a concession stand here immediately.
I knew one day you'd get proactive.
I just thought it'd be, you know- maybe liquefaction, 
flooded power station, mudslide.......

You'Re a Priceless Treasure

Anxiety and depression have spiraled out of control
Life's punches have certainly taken their toll
Another bump in the road seems more like a knoll
Defeated you feel like digging yourself a giant sized hole
Scattered like confetti are  thoughts stuck within your fish bowl
You feel charred like gray black charcoal
Vicious mudslide cycling on a downhill roll
Weary have grown your heart mind and soul
Lost in a whirlwind life's purpose seems out of reach high on a pole
One lemon after the next you fear you'll never reach your goal

Don't wallow and hang your head in despair
Despite how you feel you're not broken beyond repair
Life can often be overwhelming and too much to bare
You're not alone we've all made a pitstop there
Love and support don't cost a thing when you fall short I've got plenty on reserve to spare
Life can most certainly be furthest from fair
We all occasionally get snagged up in a snare
We all carry deep-seeded scars with more than our flesh that did tear
Remember you're a priceless treasure that gives life meaning, there's always someone who cares
We'll blend your issues with mine squashing life's bitter lemons into sweet lemonade to share

The Torch

His mind turned razor sharp,
just like daddy's used to
when he told me i was wrong and to stop it,
(can a six year old be wrong?)
 
so til his mind softened like newly melted butter,
I carried the torch.

I carried it through the mudslide,
and through that earth shaking quake,
and back into the cold rain.....

I carried the torch,
and then one day,
we stepped into bliss.

(it was worth it)

Mudslide

MUDSLIDE

my heart storms with unkempt rain
soil slides off eyelashes

Kim Rodrigues © 2017

Your Voice

There was a sharp rise 
of indecent things. On the
rocks you left my name
without flowers.

Make a heap of all 
the gifts of life and griefs and 
start a bonfire. No message 
is going to come.

Let us live in separate bowls 
of soup. Time had swept 
them clean for a murder.

One day the alien god will 
alight from the sins, 
to alter the numbers.

The mudslide of untruths 
will scupper your house 
made of paper and pen.


Satish Verma

Mudslide

rain weakens the hillside

large layer of soil breaks free

destruction left behind

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