Short Erosion Poems
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Spiteful venom
Spews forth
Encasing the
Heart with
Poison causing
An erosion
Of the soul
Asphyxiating
The love once
Found within
Day by day, our lives are worn away
That is nature, needs no undue fuss
But let it be by things we choose to do
And not by things unwilling done to us
Waves meet the shoreline
Wearing from its erosion
Water pulling apart sand
Drift in the sea of time
Leaving behind corrosion
Flow pushing across land
LANDISTA
heightened
awareness
by
intervention
to
provoke
thought
ideas
naturally
decomposing
over
time
climate
weather
&erosion
Behind the bank there is a bin liner
Bells were bellow the air belacking
Winds tingle truly the blank bank
As winds wish no warning of erosion of river banks.
under over within
a sky
we're water matter
space time
just a sub-mission
of a
relative-at-tea
etching a way
through the
erosion
we call time
change
len
errors and excuses
repeated every day
over and over again
second place~ a hard space to fill
in tiny drops I die
over and over again
never to heal ~ the erosion of my soul.
Time melting away,
Dissolving in a slow fade;
Never found again.
___________________
Inspired from 'Explosion'
By Salvador Dali
www.s-kite-art.com/dali/dali04.html
Disco burnout,
fever rampant erosion
Empty glances,
mirrored hollow drums
Bleeding, starving,
passive alertness
Madeup, putdown
—treadmill run
(Woodlands Hotel: Wilkes Barre- January, 1980)
cliff erosion hurtling down kids play unaware - frantic shovels dig
Written 3rd March 2019
Contest Name: A SCRAPING OF SHOVELS
Sponsor: John Lawless
Contest: Week 3 March 19
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Cobalt cragged peaks amidst clouds
Cathedrals they are, proud so tall
Years of erosion now shout loud
My eyes now view in total thrall
Their reflections upon natures pure
Sharing many marvels from her brochure
Ambient breeze
Caressing dead erroded figures
Gently hewn impressions jest knowingly
Laughing madly now only pitied
Quieted remaing stagnant
Tired useless vessles °
Weathered xylography
Yesterday's zeitgeist
Trump and Erosion Causing Corrosion
Trump's eroded causing things to be corroded;
For someone absurd like him have never voted;
Can hardly wait,
To procrastinate;
His existing intelligence is that of an invalid.
Jim Horn
No need for material gain
Yet again I feel your pain
Why are so afraid
To hold the love grenade
Falling victim the explosion
Weathered and succumbing to erosion
I may not be the one who holds it all
Through your beauty I fall
Bursts of mist: drops like
pins against rock and sand
pushed by the wind.
Horizon's edge beneath
evening star, sky darkening
to violet like ink spreading.
Erosion of stone,
sunken gravesite: souls their voices
the roar of the sea.
At first it was just a drop
A tear from the heavens
Then two drops
Then more
Within months
the showers grew
To be a monsoon
Until the runoff
turned into a roaring river
Carving an endless canyon
across the porous surface of my soul
As centuries pass
The seas advance
To take away the land.
Lost to the waves
The ancient graves
Reside below the sand.
Cliffs that crumble
Remains lay humble
Eroded by the brine.
The final tomb
To meet the spume
Clings to the shoreline.
Politics
B*llocks t*ts
Who's in charge
It's all in bits
Democracy
policy
Who da boss
It's all silly
Economy
The whatomy
Finance for dummies
U-turn Lizzie
Oh dear oh dear
It's near it's near
A Tory implosion
Government erosion
UK explosion
Full river flowing into the open bay.
Standing on a stone bridge.
On a morning day.
Levy’s are built to hold water in.
To stop the cycle of,
Embankment water erosion.
A main flowing, vein of life.
Keeps our world fresh, and all things alive..
Washed away the tides pull the sands
Small particles back from the shore
Eroded unkept footsteps tracks
Of passers by are seen no more
The sun the moon bare witness
To this subliminal demise
A natural course followed daily
Ritualistically done over time
Here lies the remains of Dietrich Hoeschen
Died in an unexpected coal mine explosion,
He never regretted going underground
So in this final resting place we found
He’s safe from any further earth erosion.
Written November 16, 2022
ghostly gray petals—
a shadow crossing the grass
I stepped on a name
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A minimalist reflection on mourning and the erosion of identity, set in the asphodel fields of Greek myth, where unremarkable souls wander without memory…
Demise
The mansion anchored seaside
erosion
from the wrath of the tide
impelled now reposes
haunted on the rise.
The ocean floor raw,
uninhabitable,
like a barren womb,
surrounds the symbol of
the über wealthy 1%
alienated
when the world collapsed.
So near and so far
you live together
sorting through the detritus of life.
*
The erosion
sends back the gravel,
the sand and silt of human script.
*
The violence,
will it end someday ? Asks
a child playing with a time bomb.
Satish Verma
Vein of Life
Full river flowing into the open bay.
Standing on a stone bridge.
On a morning day.
Levy’s are built to hold water in.
To stop the cycle of,
Embankment water erosion.
A main flowing, vein of life.
Keeps our world fresh, and all things alive..