Short Rubbles Poems
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Here I go searching for it
again
Amongst the rubbles of my
broken heart...
Like a flower that blooms
each springtime
It grows inside of me,
time and time
Again*
The Other Side
The day looms tall
Crushing the hopes
of every budding reed
with ruinous strikes
of harrowing memories
raiding the mind
See the broken rubbles
of shattered Dauntless desires
dancing with the blustering wind
bestowing bleakness
stirring endless expectations
Mountains I tread break to rubbles;
Arts I sculpture wane to scribbles;
The defiant paladin has effaced from presence
And a gruesome ghost is left behind;
God despises my very existence
Burning this life he once lent;
He blunt my sword and burnt my shield
But my feral heart will never yield.
Mingle shattered in shocks
Velocity shaking in sleep known fault
Catastrophe strip away sirens
Underneath rubbles
Canan fires and looters
Missing in survival dreams
Warp dressing dreaperes
Eyes of sun blind in light in nightfall
Under chipped and cracked
Departed from you again
My face tiled in rubbles
make my troubles visible,
result of my lamed fights,
became my life unfeasible.
Don't talk about my mojo,
if you don't like it,
it will chase you all the time,
if you don't stop it.
Child soldier Ishmael Beah,
who jumped to peace,
who let go the bullets,
to embrace world of man free.
What once was a home,
Is now a mess,
Many left homeless,without any
hope,
But the community pitched in,
and a flag stood proudly,
Every1 stared and prayed oh so
loudly,
Although it is sad,
People smile, as neighbors and
helpers,
Helped clean some rubbles,
So thank you god, not for the
damage,
But for showing us the true
meaning of friendship
Can a tattoo leave a wake of suspicion
roving in my mind,
maybe I'm surrounded by phony people,
a deception of the human kind.
Wandering in rubbles of dreams,
after a long walk I sat,
the problem is not knowing
where I'm looking at.
When I look to the puddle,
imagery appears in the reflection,
and when I'm convinced that's reality,
I'm completely full of deception.
for it, the hot-blooded campus youth
booed and cheered, fought and cheated;
adrift in the hysteria of intramural sports,
the losers wailed, the victors jubilated;
now dusty, it leans on a heap of rubbish,
the Overall Champion trophy once golden,
lost in the rubbles of the demolished gym,
a relic of a youthful season long forgotten!
what Caesar? what Rome? What History? What Victory ?
Search in the rubbles! in ruins they lie!
What mansion? what wealth? what silver? what gold?what treasures?
what becomes of them after you die?
moments of joy, memories of family and love,
are worth more than what money can buy!!
Written 30/10/2021
Bite Size Poetry contest 25
Line Gauthier sponsored
6 lines 13, 9 syllables alternate lines.
Loneliness.
It wrings the life out of you,
Till you're but a candle at the bottom of the ocean.
Loneliness.
It's the level of hell,
Right below the rubbles of your abandoned existence.
Loneliness.
It's the mother of all these ghosts,
Screaming for life in the deaf crowds of mortals.
Loneliness.
It makes death cry,
With cold souls disturbingly calm between his cracked palms.
Elliepoet
Form:
Glistening rubbles in the sky,
Huddling up and abound so high;
Precious jewels in my sight,
Touching you through dreams tonight.
Cosmos most wondrous beauty,
Artwork of God-Almighty.
Glistening rubbles in the sky,
Huddling up and abound so high.
July 13, 2013 5.45 pm.
Form: Octelle
by: Leonora Galinta
Sixth Place
Contest: Stardust In An Octelle
Judged: 7/14/13
Sponsor: Poet Nette Onclaud