Short Death And Destruction Poems
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We Apache take owls in a storm as a warning
This owl was exceptionally fierce looking
I cringed, instantly thinking of death and destruction
I could hear the wind’s anger
unbelieving eyes
glued to surreal images
death and destruction
and an ashen aftermath
terrorism had hit home
For Carolyn Devonshire's
"Remembering 9/11 Poetry Contest"
War
War is a strange word.
War is a strange meaning.
War is a strange sort of word and has a strange sort of meaning.
War is a strange sort of word that delivers the meaning of….
death and destruction.
Kindness in every word and deed ~
From death and destruction, man thus freed
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Inspired by Evelyn Judy Buehler's acrostic,
'Spreading Happiness,' posted April 11, 2023.
it is a cold winter day
the heat pump is broken
and the cold slowly spreads
through the frozen pipes
spreading death and destruction
as it permeates across the house
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She sits beneath the old gum tree
eyes of black, teeth so sharp, claws of steel
she tells them stories and they listen
stories of death and destruction
stories of grief and misery
and so we sit under the old gum tree
the animals, the demon and me
Death and destruction.
All men stand alone.
Money is moral.
Our hearts are cold and
Love is forgotten.
My mother's love
Father's blessing
A child's laughter.
A sense of peace.
Where is hope.
What I see?
Selfishness.
Death, and
Chaos.
Why.
Why so much death and destruction? Why the pain in our human race? Why must we hear of
these disasters, that on our earth are taking place?
This is dedicated to all of those who live in Haiti and to the families of those who were
lost in the tragic earthquake over there!
Form:
War is the murder of innocence.
Innocence of the same coloured blood.
War is the evil that men do to justify their meanings of good.
War is death and destruction.
War is horror and pain.
War is humanity failing.
Humanity will fail again and again and again and again..
From tragedies emerge
untapped reservoirs of faith
astonishing their bearers and the world
Why God, O Why, does it take
death and destruction ~
~ for Your nature to unfurl
Why are there wars
Is there a reason for death and destruction
The reason escapes me now
Is it to prove superiority
Why are there different races and cultures
That were disgraced and died
Is that a deplorable enough reason
My mind of today at 86 is still questioning it
There MUST be a reason
The blackened ground stretches out ahead
The fire has long since passed with dread
There are no bush sounds around
Death and destruction has sown the ground
The firefighters with blackened faces
Return now from hell fire places
Awaiting now a rebirth in rain
Whilst the bush recovers from the summer’s pain.
© Paul Warren Poetry
When our children were mere babies…
dependent on us for food, love, shelter…and more
it never crossed our minds
to send them off to war.
I wish we…and our leaders would remember…
when declaring war…
knowing the death and destruction that will befall
those women and men you send to fight…
are still someone’s babies after all.
many more lies said
laid with women while in bed
more bull us has fed
was kind and thoughtful
a natural born nice guy
you would want to meet
Lincoln supported
by many he never knew
who would need much help
another rumor
Trump has been put to get us
many more sickos
death and destruction
buildings torn to pieces
losses and chaos
(With apologies to Robert Frost)
Four feet to the sky, he lay
in an attitude of surrender
confessing his sins
of hunger, of greed
of slavery to his quest
for surprise, for enchantment
around the next bend.
The Armadillo found
that life sometimes slings
death and destruction
and the road not taken
would have been the right one
had he known.
Visions unendurable
Thoughts not erasable
Tracers of red
Running through my heard
Yellow smoke for the dust off
Brings tears
Death and destruction
Memories of loss
Haunting images
Ghosts haunting me
Blood on my hands
Unable to clean
Youth destroyed
By war
Hate and anger
Unknown to me
Until The War
Tribute To All Veterans on
Veterans Day
Why is it
that we suppose
we are the superior being?
When all we do
is cause death and destruction,
that's all that I am seeing!
We go to school,college,uni
and listen to teachers teach
but when will we stop all war
and practice what they preach?
If you listen to Edwin Starr
his message was simple and right.
As far as I can see,
it really does no good
when all we do is fight.
the worst hurricane
a category seven
annihilating
destroying places
breaking apart homes, shelters
taking away life
lord please take pity
for the land is gone and life
heal us once again
this storm has done it
brought with death and destruction
the worst hurricane
Russell Sivey
Entrant into PD's "NATURE THE DESTROYER *HAIKU FORM ONLY*" contest
3/9/2012
Imagine if Putin gave thanks
rather than sending tanks
What if he helped Ukraine's people
rather than crushing their buildings and steeples
What if he took the high road
versus death and destruction for gold
Then we would have world peace
and all would be at ease
Thursday, April 21, 2022
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Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Grim shadows of strife unfold
death and destruction
they have conquered the enemy
children silenced, doctors mourned
murdered the charity workers
murdered the refugees in churches
masses weakened by hunger's grasp
in echoes of desolation
they won
they killed them all
evil no longer exists
if you're Alice in Wonderland's sway,
illusions blur
the devils tongue has had its way
The long stretch
Has taken your kisses
The breaking caused amnesia
I have no memory of what was
Are we still connected
I can not hear your whisper
The wind whips
The Ocean raises high
Death and destruction
Surrounding the impetus grounding
I can't find you
All that clothes me in this gale
Is that you once held me
Please, my LOVE
...remember me
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-112025
Bodies lay dead and dying
Wounds never healing
Thought’s captured for life
Fears never thought of before
Innocents disappeared
Noises trapped in the mind
Bullets flying hitting on target
Graves unmarked and missing
Traps with exploding power
Death and destruction for politics
Coming home to burning flags
Sleepless nights of terror
Now riots in the street
Is this what we fought for?
Houston we have a problem
Orbiting
Safe space
In a Bubble
Viewed through Hubble
We see the trouble
Not on the ground
But from the window of a station
Circulating into critical mass
Nature's come calling
Evolving
forming
Death and destruction
And repercussions
Butterfly Effects
God help those left
Subside the waters
Raise the heaven's
Wash away our sin
Let the light back in
I stand at your grave.
I do not know your name.
I know not where you are from.
Where you fought,
nor where you died.
The horrors and pain you suffered,
were not in vain.
The death and destruction brought you pain.
I weep at your grave,
for the life you gave.
I weep for the Mother,
that gave you that life.
I kneel before your grave.
I bow my head in gratitude to you,
The Unknown Soldier.
Forever Remembered.
If we don’t want to fight
Why do we make weapons so right
And we plot and scheme
About defeating an enemy as our dream
So we stagger from one war to the next one
With death and destruction never quite done
Each generation never learns of peace on earth
Just Lest we forget for what it’s worth
And the old lie is told again and again
It is good and proper to die for one’s country.
© Paul Warren Poetry