Short Crumbling Poems
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At the airpor-T
used credi-T card
buy firs-T class seat.
Went to first clas-S
lounge for drink-S of
their Hou-Se Champagne.
ancient Roman roads
faded pathways to greatness
strong hillside grape vines
walled cities slowly crumbling
winemakers craft endures
Bits of our hearts~
Given with ease~
The terracotta~
Crumbling and unwanted~
Chained gates~
No fashioned keys~
©2016_ Andrea Travis
November will cry,
Leaves will fall like sloppy tears.
The loss of a rose.
Yet there are more awaiting,
Crumbling in that dark garden.
crumbling amber papyrus
whispers underfoot
mother where are you
Skeletal bone veins
stretching out alone
where have my children gone
The sky warmly hugs the stars from the weeping moon, as the moon
fearfully watches the world slowly crumbling, warning of impending doom.
slaving away
making waves
pushing
ebb and flow
crumbling on
the shoreline
under the moonlight
My heart burns
Like a house on fire
So hot, and out of control
As it falls to the ground
Crumbling, and leaving nothing but ashes
9/15/09
Form:
Hold me tight
I'm falling apart
my brain is crumbling
so is my heart
on top of my head
there is a hat
and on my face
a mask.
Jessica
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Rusted bicycle leans
against the crumbling fence~
sunflowers grow through its spokes
bare the foliage of trees
petals crumbling… split from bones
ghosts of maples hanging low,
ashen backdrop tilts
The hand of Art writes small
Across the crumbling wall
Of human years:
But bullets’ burst and spark
Engrave a deeper mark
Than poet’s joys or tears.
Unhappily trapped
In a crumbling relationship...
The love that kept them intact
Through highs and lows
Eroded by doubts.
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Memory is reality,
is what I find,
plastered to the cracked back walls
of my soul.
When I peel off the old wallpaper,
and the walls come crumbling down.
A canvas world beckons,
but colors do not live
nor paint, breathe.
Gilded frames hide
a crumbling world,
like a happy scene
in a tragedy by Shakespeare.
I wander down the lane
Granite,
Cool beneath my fingertips,
Row upon eerie row.
I trace the long forgotten names,
The crumbling stones,
Time has tried to erase
this date towers fell
for some that day became Hell
crumbling memory
Heidi Sands
9/11/26
(C)opyright
Death in his haunting lies,
Everything he's destroyed,
All my wishes crumbling,
Tension building everywhere,
Haunting visions of Death as he rides the world to doom.
It’s D-day for my life
What else is there to say
Everything is crumbling
Breaking apart
I am a pail of empty tears
Full of holes
Full of holes
Rusted into pieces
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her gaze pinned on that crumbling silhouette~
ribs of stone gnawed by centuries
as violet bleeds through the parapets
freshly prepped garden -
affection I left behind
crumbling embers
Brian Johnston
April 2,2016
Poet's Notes:
Inspired by Erasmus Bock on FaceBook's Japanese Poetry Garden Path
Thirteen Syllables Or Less
mud pies
crumbling dust of childhood
loves filthy angels
3/29/2016
submitted to – Thirteen Syllables Or Less – Poetry contest
sponsor – Timothy Hicks
Running, meeting the edge of the world,
Time crumbling beneath my soles.
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May 2, 2019
Crystal Clear Poetry Contest - Using Image #6
Sponsor: Joseph May
Poem Type: Crystalline
the crumbling stardust
caged nightingale does not sing -
tomorrow's tombstones
It 's time !
To crack you !
Erected yesterday - I'm crumbling porcelain .
The surface of the statue shimmers
in supplications ,
But my hand is already drowning
in sacrificial flowers.