Ruination Poems - Poems about Ruination

withering flowers dying crumbling to pieces melancholy, anguish, sadness, grief decay ruination summer ending trees shedding rainbow leaves swirling, twirling, whirling, spinning withering __________________ July 22, 2021 Poetry/Double Cinquain/withering ruination Copyright Protected, ID 07-1375-126-22 All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand July 24 sponsor, Brian Strand First Place...

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She was too narcissistic and opinionated to be popular He was too popular and secretive to be trusted with power So beware of power which tends only to corruption, and Corruption infiltrates the very soul of its victims and like A wild fire creating its own weather, it metastasizes like cancer. And cancer is so common, but cancer cures are...

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In Cornwall fair there lies some lonely stacks Of rocks and bricks and mortar out at sea. An engine house pow'ring the tin mine lacks In completeness. The earth holding its scree Dives from the land of tin and pasty fame And into sea a darkest shade of blue. Rocks of Botallack look to us in shame. I turn my back and...

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Rumination on the ruination of water A pleasant clearing with lots of grains but only a touch of water, the trickle trailed through transparently and so the migrating chickens stayed, but as the flock expanded there emerged the problem of the water flow both quantity and quality To waste means want, to change or to clamber on the chickens debated cluck-ed...

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RUNNING ROOFTOPS TO RUINATION Long Island had raised me but the island wasn’t long enough And everyday I had upper-middleclass b******t to rebuff Day after day I’d stride the stairs to the roof of a building where the wicked would meet Well not so much wicked as just a black man and a white boy trying to be discreet A...

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"Come closer, you kids, let me tell you a story: now you all see that there morning glory? Well that was the blue of this little boy's eyes, born right in this village; they named him Eli." "Those eyes had lashes so black and so thick, it sure was enough to make all us girls sick! And his skin, do Jesus,...

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Cracking poison pills along fault lines and blue insignias we laughed. How we riddled the world in often misguided abbreviations and pith. Pouring the beads of pin head size into the water we drink and breathe we waited. How we ordered the waves to recall their terror and quell the moon. Studying nature from eleven levels and burnt trees we sighed. How we wished for new saplings but...

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