Short Rip Up Poems
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Tear out my hair
Rip up the pages
Life's never fair
Frustration its wages
Fear overcomes me
Inspiration flees
Bells toll the decree
Silence my pleas
Read last year's diary
Ridiculous targets.
Regime for dieting
Recipes for weight loss
Resounding disaster
Reach for more chocolate!
Rip up aims for next year
Realise they're futile!
Lo, the sadden man does so cries
Tears run down his sober eyes
And yet beneath his heart
Love not apart
Hoe does a man be strong when his heart is rip up
Yes, you see even a lonely man cries
Even he has a broken heart
0/2/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Make Verdant Again The Hills
She walks the rack of bright frocks
as her husband, an Angus aging,
paws at the carpet behind her.
She wants the right dress
to make verdant again the hills
that summers ago
brought her young bull
into her valleys.
Now he needs prodding
even to graze.
Now she no longer
has to rope off
what he used to rip up.
Now he causes no pain.
Donal Mahoney
All I need,
Is what I can't get,
I wait for it to come true,
But nothing changes.
You'll never love me,
No matter now I try,
I'm no good, never will I...
Be yours.
Laying awake,
realizing I'm wasting time,
I need something real,
no fairy-tale,
I rip up your photo and try to forget.
All I need,
Is what I can't get,
I waited to long for it to come true,
Now, I'm jaded because of you.
Form:
I am here..To rip up any carefully concocted notions.' To stamp on obcenitys' and dis-abuse all and
Sundry of sepia toned views, of
Disgusting historical humans who
Have been hitherto venerated as
Almost God.? If not as replacements'
Indeed I will rip the rose tinted glasses
From your very noses ' And trample on
Your toes'es.' In order to wake you up.'
As indeed all heaven knows'es.)
And thats just for starters'
So help me God.!
I can’t see
I am blind
I raise the heavens
Rip up the oceans
The God calls out to the merciful
I can’t breath
It is mighty
The chains of the earth ring
The surface of the ocean trembles
The underworld rises
Nobody lives anymore.
Heaven crys out for its saviour.
Nobody lives.
The earth is barren
A wasteland
A tomb
A dead seasoning ground
I can’t breath again
No one is here
It is trembling
Never again
Tremble before the mighty one.
Form:
Lies within oneself take a toll on the spirit.
Our minds degrade us, takes away any merit.
Never do we realize the loneliness we shape.
Eventually we blame others, with solitudes rape.
Lack of love for us, others, takes control.
I have seen sadness, rip up others soul.
Never underestimate the voices you may hear.
Each of us hears, some do not let them steer.
Sadness can become a disease, within a heart.
Solitude can be destroyed, right from the start.