Short Self Destruction Poems
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Thinking more of your constituency
than they do of themselves…
—political suicide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
I walk a rope that shakes by my hand,
the end of which is strung to desire.
I never am to make it to the end,
for I'll throw myself off life's high wire.
Domestication = Isolation
Isolation = Intolerable
Intolerable = Self Destruction
Self Destruction = Hate
Hate = Ugly
Ugly on the inside
Beautiful on the outside = Our Domestication
Form:
Bound to a fiery chair
Burned by my despair
Scorched by my mistakes' glare
Reality torched me to my last hair
The world melted me with care
My haughty hands throw me down the hatch
And my pride lit the match
Mankind
was never meant
to survive the future
Technology
a trap
their greed as bait
Generations
sacrificed
in self destruction
On altars
of indenture
— their natures gone
(Calvary Cemetery: May, 2024)
Hard-headed arrogance
Hating nameless masses
Hasty self destruction
Heroes unexpected
Humility brings peace
Heartfelt nourishing love
Healing forgiving hope
Written 18th February 2017
Entry to "Pleiades H" contest
I am my own worst enemy.
My mind is a implement of self-destruction.
Capable of its own corruption.
Breaking out the tools of dismay.
Tearing me down in every way.
It's not here to have fun and play.
It makes me my own worst enemy.
The fire is lost, wandering
forgotten fields against the
wind for a pair of fresh eyes.
It longs for a new Earth,
to escape the habitual self-destruction
and imagined success. But the
flame burns out and never sees
the light of its dreams.
After human self-destruction ends the Anthropocene
will creepy crawlers build the Arthropodocene?
With rising levels of CO2 and methane
and temperature rising to profane,
will those of poikilothermic exoskeleton,
be the best Phylum to bet on?
A path well traveled
from a mind that's unraveled
This path of pain
With nothing to gain
I've walked this path of self destruction
Without any mental function
Walking without a friend
With no site in end
I walk this path again and again
Listen to poem:
Mine's bigger than yours
I shout louder and longer
Jump-in interuptus
deterent be damned
I'm gonna have my say.
Mutual self-destruction
is on the cards.
Attrition balition,
siege swarming,
your flanks are weak.
You're not listening, are you?
A burning anguish settles within my soul
I apologize, I believe this is the end of me.
The end of my passion for this, all of what was my being
The flame was once anger,
Now, it has burned down to a small crisp
Leaving only a degree of black smoke.
That's what I feel like- a bird
in a cage
Who from imprisonment, is filled
with rage
On the brink of self-destruction; about
to engage
Due to the melodrama of a theatrical
stage
Got Me with grey hair looking a bit beyond
My age
And, contemplating LIFE without ME, turning
the page
I have accepted myself, now.
In incompleteness,
and all flaws.
The bunker was intent,
on self-destruction. Why
did you want to
stop that ?
The prodigy will not
walk with me, I know.
Yet my shadow falls in love.
A tear-washed poem
was a good beginning.
Satish Verma
UNTITLED 09192016
Is there anything we can do to avoid self-destruction
The universe collapse on itself and you are my greatest deception
Don't we recognize the meaning of nonsense of limitation
This is the last chance for any reviving observation
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando September 19, 2016
pulled from the mouth of self-destruction,
demons threatening to swallow him
head to toe by plenary
surrender to power
greater than himself;
now transformed by
faith in God
he is
free
Date written: 04/19/2022
No longer a captive
and free of the beast
the monster
walks alone
Into the abyss
of self-destruction
stalking
a new home
Living no longer
in a black
and white world
all colors have returned
Tomorrow rewelcomed
the past
on fire
— bad memories left to burn
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
How many times
Must she destroy herself,
Before she runs out of pain?
How many times
Must she cry to herself,
Before she's lost to sadness?
How many times
Must she starve herself,
Before she runs out of self-hate?
How many times
Must she blame herself,
Before she's lost to madness?
-ARI
It sits in my pocket.
It waits to see my words.
It carry's my dreams in its pages.
It keeps my ideas in perspective.
It lets me revisit my thoughts.
It hides my nightmares in solid blue lines.
It is the warden of my confusion.
It is a great joy to keep with me.
It is truly a savior from my self destruction.
Form:
Worshipping
at the altar
of self-destruction
western man enshrined
Paying false homage
to every tree
the forest
in deep decline
Losing his place
among God’s creatures
to wander
far and wide
Asking flawed questions
running in place
consensus
— ill defined
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)
you are now so alone in a room filled with nothing but your weak flesh as the time passes away you just stand still in the shadow of your own self destruction where you know you will not be rescued because your mind has told you that theres no one there so you leave yourself helpless with no one to turn to but your SHADOW
Form:
For a millennium.
We've sipped those same
poisons-potions-passions.
It's a wonder we're still breathing.
Why our souls are still beating.
We're born into a maelstrom of self-destruction.
But when the golden midge of life floats along.
Only the river stones can explain their dreams.
We have yet to learn their language.
My heart is burning holes,
consuming its self with pain,
devestating self destruction,
leaves only rumbles,
my eyes are bleeding tears,
searing my face with love,
distraught without his emotions,
the thunder breaks,
my voice drowning,
dieing every second away,
leaving only the light in my world,
flashes fading away...
Form:
I ate myself the other day
Unhinged my jaw and chomped away
No crumb was left after I dined
No limbs, or head, or crooked spine
Each bite I took was bittersweet
Laced with love and shamed defeat
I didn't even say goodbye
To all I loved and held so high
My tummy rumbled, so then I ate
What was left of me,
That you didn't take
A nascent cry
demands the signature
of space.
I will start the self destruction-
clawing back
on the land of
betrayals.
The rule of sky was at stake.
Trees were burning
and the birds
want to grasp
the stark reality of notional violence.
In dark hour
I know not words
to lift the eyelids
the cloud, the flowers, the blood !
Satish Verma