Ravaged Poems - Poems about Ravaged

It wasn't the storm that ravaged the dark sky, nor the heavy silence that settled like a velvet shroud, not the muffled cry beneath layers of quiet breath, but a single tear, from the left eye, falling secretively, slow and full of meanings, carving its deep truth on the face of a man who had never known tears. They say the...

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The train of thought is powerful albeit quite unclear In it's untrue faithfulness the conductor often will not steer That becomes the issue off the rails life jumps tracks Head twisted in all the metal of those false but shiny facts Focus turns into a continual adjustment of it's own lens A never-ending cry of help to God the unholy...

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We hear of a war in Ukraine On the news just again and again There bombs are a'flying There's much fear and kids crying On the streets in a ravaged Ukraine There is grime and much pain in Ukraine They seek hospital beds there in vain Not much help for the weak The only waters in creeks And the death count is bleak in...

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ragged was the old man- (rain fell in a downpour ) rosary beads in hand raspy quiet his voice respectful ... asked for cash ~ rummaging I found change ~ ...

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12/5/20 Crafted Then packaged Implanted Continually chanted Across lands that are ravaged Now it is acrid Stuck together or disbanded Across flat earth, or terrain that was slanted Groomed and managed Or unkempt and matted A weakling or a savage Very poor or living lavish Was always welcomed, or got banished Bore the mark, or was brandished And branded After being reprimanded Stuck the landing or crash landed Was a lone wolf, or...

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Sacrifice made when selecting abode Unit not ideal, but affordable close to City With a three year old daughter, I worried About noise transference below and above Three level town house style was unique Huge unit fronted four smaller behind Unkemp front garden claimed as mine Little individual porch, door faced street Delving into green project with gusto Weed pulling, soil building foundation Sprouting...

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my life is weather-stained with years a garden ravaged . . . since a child I have been collecting scars s c a r s that will never heal and storms shake the ocean of my sleep the waves of time keep rolling over me endlessly o, scars are the p a t h to the soul...

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...Now Des Moines is a fine heartland town, not a Sodom on the Pacific, as minds returned, realization came and the people found it quite horrific. They didn’t know who had drugged the beer, bo one had seen that woman of man, but something like this needed a fall guy, so they blamed the whole mess on the band! And just as the...

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I was drifting north, looking out for work, found myself in Iowa, in Des Moines, a polka band was holding a concert, they needed roadies, so I thought I’d join. The work was easy, just moving heavy things, and helping local seniors to the show, plentiful beer, a big floor to dance, guess that’s how these things usually go. But some brought college-age...

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In my life there has been disappointment, oh, so often I have felt discouraged; the failures and let downs, I keep silent, full of sadness- my spirit ravaged. My enchantment with the pen in ruin, I have hung my head weeping in defeat; the Muse in me dead, hidden and frozen, I have felt a poet quite obsolete. But, in my...

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~~*~~ And I am lost in a sea of sorrow, The drums of time never cease to be; Memories drop like pebbles in a well, And I have dreamt a sad dripping dream. The drums of time never cease to be, My life weather stained and ravaged; And I have dreamt a sad dripping dream, Curtains stir with the whispering...

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I rip my rib cage apart to reveal my heart and all I get is stunned silence! Stunned to see the mangled wreckage of pulsating, blood-red organ, flesh etched with battle scars ... the partially healed wounds from life's obligatory pain and tomboy escapades, nothing what I bargained for! It is true, my face, my facade denotes a blooming wildflower of...

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Ravaged Raven On returning from work, I always pass near the cemetery And always find no life moving there, almost same scenery. But today was a different day. I stopped my car at the gate The cawing began, wind whipped, birds arrived in droves. Big black birds were landing over the place, on the graves. It seemed to be like...

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He espied her all alone In the open by the lake Sighed in lustful undertone And her body craved to take. Golden orange, rusty brown What a beauty! Flaming hot! She looked awesome in her gown He seduced her on the spot. He embraced her in his arms Stripped her naked to the skin Without feeling any qualms He took pleasure in his sin. She succumbed to...

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The red beating land covered in constant storms The ground ravaged and torn apart The inner thumps struggling to continue Trying to survive the constant category F5 The sun rarely shines upon this red land Dark black clouds in the air Ground flooded with tears from the sky Roots revealed and torn on the surface Yet somehow the land continues There's no scientific reason...

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