Ruins Poems

ruins of soul

Wreckage of moments thoughts
born in the space of actions
Reactions to the stimulation
Expressions, expectations
Ruined little things, broken
Alone, a cry sold in old
Scattered around after a war's toil
Hear the rage far and away drone
I walk in the ruins of soul
I feel forgotten in foreign soil
The drifting of imagery 
Pressing the fragments 
Shards hard into skin
Forsaken forbearing fringes

Ruins

the ancient fortress
surrendered to time and ruins
becomes just another 
wilderness landscape captured
by the photographer's lens.

ruined

I can feel it all burning down,
the walls I painted in soft colors,
the corners I swept clean for company—
they crackle in silence.

Instead of exploring other ruins,
chasing ghosts in forgotten places,
I should stop.
Sit with the dust in my own lungs.
Run my hands along the scorch marks
I never let cool.

There is wreckage here
I never named.
I’ve been walking

ROSES AND RUINS

Days intimacy fail
And history holds no value
Grudges will be called on
When expectations fail

So are roses intertwined
When petals starts to drop
It’s all a solitary fall
Not to be over burdened

When the time bolts
And unity comes
The fraternal will be separated 
And the spare dispersed 

Then old thoughts are replaceable
For they are no longer new 
Only at the peak

Lovely Ruins

Lovely Ruins 
I loved you to death 
I gave you black roses 
Maybe you were disappointed 
Our love vanished 
I just wanted validation 
Room too crowded for two 
Another closed door 
What went wrong? 
Shadow pain 
Silence, climbing out of shame 
I guess we grew apart 
I crave your forgiveness 
This colorful journey has ended

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Ruins of the thirst for destiny, we consume ourselves in our own desire to be

Ruins of the thirst for destiny, we consume ourselves in our own desire to be,
Our weakness, the key to the historical future, has reduced us to nothingness,
Yet it also saved us, gifting us the taste of collapse, sweet and dizzying,
We yearn for an event that surpasses all events,
A fear that transcends all fears, embracing us

Ruins In The Cauldron Of History

The winds of change blow harsh
in crushing time’s unidirectional course, 
waft from an unseen end to another unknown.
The momentum they gather from the ordained power 
increases ever with the turn of time’s wheel.
The direction they receive from the message of events
can’t be altered in the pages of history.

Civilizations blew away in the destined gales,
the Indus

From Ruins I Rise

By Imran Ahmed



She Shattered Me Like Fragile Glass

Left Me Bleeding In The Echoes Of Our Past



I Gave Her Love As Deep As The Ocean

Yet She Drowned Me In Waves Of Cold Devotion



Falling To My Knees I Call Her Name

But Only Silence Answers Whispering Blame



My Heart Torn Open Bleeds In Vain

Each Beat A Whisper Of Unbearable

Ruins

I could never ruin anything. 
With my writing-
There are loose letters, dangling from the ceiling.

I could never stop writing. 
Just like-
That sink can’t stop dripping. 
Drip, drop. 
No plumber is coming to save the day.

I could never count to 1000. 
I could never ice skate perfectly. 
I could never figure out why…

There is nothing else

Ruins

Ruins

In our arrogance, we humans
build monuments to ourselves.
We seek to subjugate nature
to our whims and desires.
We erect buildings for
our comfort and ease.
Designing them to last
for all eternity.
Isolating ourselves from
all that is natural.
In the end, 
nature has the final word
and nothing is left of us but
ruins.

Ancient Ruins

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 this one ruined effigy
is a fair facsimile of myself. He (a

Raining Ruins

I sank like a fatigued sunset in a storm,
leaving a vase of grieving roses~
filled with thistles and weathered verses,
while I await moonlight to kiss my weeping pillow…
But can the sky erase the synonyms of grief,
   when raining ruins is all this heart weaves? 

Mesa Verde Ruins

Under cliff hides life
Long time here the world slept
Ancient homes remain.

Gaza: My Land Of Ever Return

Dust-veiled memories,
a canvas of sand and sea.
Gaza, etched in the soul,
a love that will not flee.

Waves whisper secrets,
to the shore, now bare and cold.
Each grain of sand, a tear,
a story yet untold.

The body is exiled, the heart remains,
bound by invisible chains —
a longing, fierce and deep,
for home, where dreams still sleep.

Ruined streets, a silent plea,
for

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