Short Ripped To Shreds Poems

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Premium Member Touched my soul

Disheveled and dressed in rags.
He sang like he'd hit rock bottom.
His heart ripped to shreds.



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: 2nd place 2026
Form: Other


Premium Member Cinderellas Closet

CINDERELLA’S CLOSET spawned-jeans ripped to shreds moth-eaten-sweater distressed ~ fit teen in fashion 1/5/2022
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Nightmares Extreme

Our spirits can be affected by little changes in routine Simple things like a happy dream or nightmares extreme A monster bites your leg Though you plead and beg It's ripped to shreds but you're glued to the scene
Form: Limerick

Words Kill

I knew these halting words were coming,
so why are they still so numbing?
I expected them this whole time,
so why does it still feel like a violent crime?
Like your words pierced deep like a knife,
and piece by piece my heart ripped to shreds.
Like your words were an attempt on my life,
and I was abandoned and left for dead.
Form: Rhyme

I Am a Lamb

My busted life- cracked and hollow,
Drowned too deep to find air or light
A thousand paths, but none to follow
(Don't let me fall from Heaven's height!) 

Ripped to shreds and bound in beds,
I cannot fathom who I am 
Lost in Lies and cold, grey skies-
I am a helpless, little Lamb

*Make Me Feel You Contest Entry

Author: JustThatArchaicPoet
Form: Rhyme


A Nation Divided

A nation divided, its fabric ripped to shreds
Like a clipper ship’s sails in a hurricane
Its rudder wrenched from its stern
Leaving its course to the mercy of its abuser
The fate of its crew dependent on its strength
And its ability to weather the storm 
To once again sail proudly and majestically
Over the treacherous seas of public opinion.

A Nation Divided - Appropriate

A nation divided, its fabric ripped to shreds
Like a clipper ship’s sails in a hurricane
Its rudder wrenched from its stern
Leaving its course to the mercy of its abuser
The fate of its crew dependent on its strength
And its ability to weather the storm 
To once again sail proudly and majestically
Over the treacherous seas of public opinion.

To Think of My Daydreams Peacefully

I only think about my future
right before I go to sleep at night,
when all the spirits wait to feed on my
venerable, weak mind
that gets ripped to shreds 
in a moment I once thought to be peace
could turn to chaos in less than a second.
one minute I will be having the time of my life,
and later it could be the end of the world,
all because I feel so alone
with everyone around.

Premium Member Primal Instincts


  An Autumn wind blew an acorn
   from the paws of a squirrel
  right into the pond 
   without so much as a twirl

 Then the wind knocked down a sapling 
   that had recently sprouted
 cackling madly as a witch
   at the foliage it routed… 

 Heralding a long bitter winter
   Madame Wind howled as fierce
 as a wolf ripped to shreds by a bear 
   ~ primal instincts ravaging its lair
Form: Rhyme

Garden Fate

It was ripped to shreds
turned over, and dumped
atop a chipped hole in the earth

The garden had been pretty
weedy, but pretty nevertheless

Like anything it took time to grow
a bleeding heart a couple bushes
the occasional tulip planting
a horrifying dog toy and bones

but in the end all of it
was upchucked and abandoned
on a pile of rocks and debris
waiting for their gardener
to rescue them

Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!
© Ann Rich  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Freedom

Can't touch, can't love, can't kiss, can't hold
Can't do anything but be cold. I hate the world, except for her
So I try, and I fail
Burnt am I, I dead am I, All I've done is cry and cry
Ripped to shreds, cut down and dried, all I need is to die
Please dear god, end my life. If you're there
If you care, Silence these nightmares please!
I am through! God I hate you!
I rule me! You lied to me!
Go away! Do not stay!
I am free! Let me be!

Single Girl

Lonely street, dark and late
She ran so fast and hard
Waiting there, watching her
He dragged her in a yard

She tried to fight, scratched his eyes
Screaming cries through pain
Some one saw, some one heard
Yet no one never came

Torn to pieces, ripped to shreds 
Spat on, kicked and bruised 
Broken nose, shattered limbs
A heart that she once used

Pupils fixed, eyes so still
Lifeless cold and grey
Single girl, all alone
Her life did end today
Form: Rhyme

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