Ruin Poems - Poems about Ruin

Before I ruin the view, I see…I see as a child - the colors meld in the sky, in the lake, at tree level. Before I ruin the view, I chew on it, revel in it, see God in it. I see… Before I ruin the view, alone with myself, alone with sights and sounds; infinity. Before I ruin the view, by...

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I kissed the fall. Ran barefoot through glass and silence. Told him I loved him— even when it undid me. It was raw. It was ruin. But it stayed, like a scar worth naming...

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The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella encourages us to: gather 'round. His anecdotal spiel is by rote. His shtick is fact-slim and slick, but it’s also my current gestalt as I am dragged unwillingly along by his CliffsNotes speech. What catches my wandering eye is that one of those ruined effigies is a fair facsimile of myself. He (a god/king...

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All is burning, cinders and ash flakes float in black rain, falling on a ground of clinkers and flinders. The hand of ruin traces sigils of chaos and strife on broken city walls, within which rats awaken They are the true rulers of destruction, living cloaked with shadows, in any crevice or crack, hunting bones and burnt flesh. Their rivals, jet-black birds, massing on heights above in their murders and...

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Too many shoulds can ruin the coulds. Shoulds take my energy, Wear me out, Exhaust me So I concentrate on the coulds. Letting my husband do the boring redundant shoulds. Which used to be my domain....

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I bled for you— and now I fear I have run dry, drained of love, of purpose, of self, yet still, it was not enough. My heart aches, but this wound is my own, a betrayal of the self, a blade I wielded against my own best interest. I am trapped in the cycle, repeating the same heartbreak, chasing ghosts through the corridors of...

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In the ruin of 2020, life shattered – streets that once bustled, now phantom, ringing with the wail of sirens, the weight of loneliness pushing down, every breath a hint at what we lost. Masks hid not only faces, but the touch of an embrace, conversations now murmurs from afar, friendships frayed, intimacy drowned out in screen static. eyes aching with anticipation of the real. Days...

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Unspoken ideas are art galleries in ruin, frescoes on the walls of our weary minds, From them were born the wars that tore humanity apart through infinite epochs, Unspoken words melt into the air like musical notes you will never hear, Yet they are there, scattered in your soul like dancing ghosts. I turn back time to destroy peace,...

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A trembling earth panics and cracks tortured and teased by the bullying wind the ground gives in cornered by gusts and my red maple falls ripped at the roots the windstorm’s fury fizzles to a breeze and people move on swayed by the sunlight I watch from my knees in the dirt of my garden as an arrogant sun beats me with heat how they relish the rays that freckle my skin and bask in...

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Do nothings wth tenure poseurs sublime Their barrels sit empty coated with lime The space they take up much better off closed For those they have poisoned — Hades to know (Haverford College: April, 2024) ...

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It was my dream to go to the gym. I promised myself, I would. Days passed by, I told myself, ‘I must work, I should.’ Far from work, I took to rest, As others huffed and puffed. The mirror mocked, my muscles did, As people looked and coughed. ‘Nothing’s wrong’, I told myself, An hour’s walk would do. I circled my garden twice a day, The...

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PAIN, the raw blistered truth of the wrongfully made choice laid bare and exposed. JEALOUSY, the corrosively selfish vanity-fed flame that burns impatiently for an unearned reward that is solely deserved. GREED, the insatiable festering itch to consume all in exchange for self entirely. SHAME, an echoing shadow stamped upon a piece of time corroded by the...

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The child allowed to have their way, And do whatsoever they may, Who is not taught to have restraint, Develops traits that their life taint. The rule of appetite destroys, And undermines life’s lasting joys. It makes the human being a slave, To whatever his passions crave. Instead of reason taming urge, Unruly urges reason scourge. The man becomes a boorish brute, Unanchored from his soulish...

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I saw the woman sprawled on the ground, her legs askew beneath her. She was alive but could not move, obviously in a faint. Right in front of her a small pram squeezed to a wall pinned by a truck that had hurtled down the hill hitting mother and child. No sound came from the pram. The driver knelt down. He cried, oh how he cried. Did he cry for...

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The cold night with the lights shining in the city it’s a good time when everyone looks pretty. Bottle breaking smoke swapping cops cracking. The night is young like I was, inevitably invincible like the immature mind produces an unnatural high. Searching wanting lusting, for the things that keep on burning. The juvenile exposure built my mind yet pruned it...

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