Short Tearing Down Poems
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someone’s baby boy
relishing in spring fever
motorcycle revs
looks hot in leather
should be wearing a helmet
chaps over blue jeans
someone's baby boy
tearing down busy freeway
motorcycle fever
Venturing forthwith
to seek solution
on that which stands twixt
love freely given
and love deeply sought
What barriers
or obstacles
need tearing down
to accomplish?
Too many?
Perhaps, or
perhaps not
If we
truly
Yearn ~
Sewage spills
On everyone,
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Intent on tearing down
All good things~
Land of make believe!
Maybe we can stop the spill, though
Even soldiers breath their last,
Despite all efforts
It comes for all,
Amen…
Staying strong, and holding on.
Fighting for life, only for you.
I really don't know what to do.
Bending, but not breaking.
Hopefully no one makes me.
Tearing down my old life,
And building something new.
This new life i'm building
Is just for me and you.
Rain it comes but in plenty
Tearing down tears and gentry
As it rolls don to fall
I get the feeling of an abhorr
A abhorr why?
Because life saddens me a thats why.
To think that rain with it's name
Could huddle away all our worries and
Leave us lighthearted and suavey!
A false sense of pride born out of
Tearing down the weak is no panacea
For internal emptiness; a fervent prayer
To God, I do suggest, to help reconstruct
All that is broken within you, maybe then,
You'll find the road to true happiness.
What is forever
when all you know is pain
each day
filled with tears
Breaking silence with screams
but nobody hears
what is forever
when heartache is all you feel
Tearing down the walls sanity
coldness is all feel
What is forever
without love
doomed to be alone
Form:
Where bees fly away
Buzzing around the grill.
Hard to have a decent meal
Without summer breeze.
In a given space of land
Silence reigns in time.
In many places self notice
Fear of sting diminishes.
Buzz lost its hives.
Till when and how
While tearing down the old.
Extinct like hive of bee.
patch of blue sky
behind acacia foliage
turns ominously black,
winds wail, winds blow,
impatient, agitated,
flipping up undersides
of shaken leaves;
deluge comes,
crack and dazzle,
ripping away twigs,
tearing down branches,
lightning blasting away
at everything standing
upright in its way.
Burning and tearing down, statues,
is to erase history... and this
does not exist...
The past must serve as an example...
Statues that tell of human deeds
or defects... do not deserve so much attention,
but they tell what happened... So they must
have the context explained...Everyone has the right
to learn the truth...
Life in this world is very beautiful,
Once man lets love always dwell in his heart,
It’s nice to bring smile to all the people,
Denying the rage of hate to take part,
And tearing down the great dividing wall,
Yes, the war, strife, and turmoil shall depart,
As everyone is there to understand,
Peace is finally restored in the land.
Broken hearts will always mend,
while friendships die and melt.
Love is not strong in us,
for we are far too young.
We don't understand at all
and time will always wear on.
Moving on, forgetting it all,
a building and a tearing down.
Stories and words put together
but now unraveling so slowly.
We live on sandy stones,
to rise or sink in the waves.
Armies build great Walls
Children with smiles make then all fall
Embracing our children
We shall see love never war
When we mix like pink cocktails
We will dance to all shores
Our children will laugh, smile and trance
We have only to follow and give love a chance
Youth is happiness all in the mind
It belongs to us all
Yes all of mankind
Don't slip into the habit of doubting yourself again
You got this far
You worked your way through stuff
Not everyone was a witness to
Tearing down walls
Setting those boundaries
Necessary ones at that
Not everyone should be privy to what drives you
Don't doubt who you are in a world
Where imitation gets praised
And originality frowned upon
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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
beyond poverty of drab ghettos
a child's playful imagination
breaks free of urban confines
tearing down walls of oppression
to soar higher and higher
gathering momentum
to conquer bright blue skies
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
While bending the rules,
and strattling the line
I pushed every limit,
calling it mine
Tearing down fences,
defiantly proud
The direst warnings,
rebutted out loud
One last price to pay,
its ticket to stamp
Shadows concealing
my spiritual ramp
Each vow that I’ve broken,
those things left undone
The man I became
—a life zero sum
(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2020)
It's the only object that stands in our way.
We can always tear it down any day.
There need not be something here that will divide.
To remove it, we can simply decide.
Without the wall, we can come together.
Join me in all types of weather.
If there be rain, or there be sun,
we can always come together and be one.
inspired by another member's poem
For those with a slick tongue, are actually depressed
Drowning in self pity as they are unhappy with their current position
Tearing down others so that they may rise
To no one's surprise, they seek the same attention
as those greater than them
Success is eons away from home
Bitterness lives around the corner
Disdain on their faces as they greet their neighbors
Just another day in pitty city
Filling my soul,
I spent the morning with Laura
Tearing down barriers
—within the magic of her words
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
1972 ‘Nittany Mountain’ Ladies Choice
Dancing to the music
inside a mountain garage
—Laura became my partner
Lost within her melody
found within her words
—never to be alone again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
What houses the atmosphere of long ago
in the space we knew so well
now - replaced by what - other thing
recycled air now consumed by others - repackaged
emboldened with more tireless times
bumping into puffs of air we ingested in that place
tearing down of walls combine not with erasure of essence
lingering there and in my heart
so little - so large
as to straighten my back once again
with the whole of it
Written June 6, 2013
The preacher read the gospel
And we sank into our tears
Tearing down the curtain
We've been behind for all these years
A baby leaves its mother
An angel drops its wings
Leave me bound against the wall
Dangling by a string
Sitting by the window
Hoping she'll remember me
Sitting by the window
Contemplating memories
Resolve your inhibitions
And you'll find me in the garden
Where the flowers drink champagne
And God is in the rain
I contemplate in solitude,
Not one false comfort gathered round;
Away from all that's harsh and rude,
I contemplate in solitude.
Enthralled, I sit in lassitude,
Though fettered hopes have pressed around;
I contemplate in solitude,
Not one false comfort gathered round.
From the painting, "Solitude," (Above) by Lord Frederick Leighton.
(Also Second image down in link.)
http://proverbs14verse1.blogspot.com/2008/04/tearing-down-our-homes.html
Souvenirs of Love
Invisible tattoos
scars that mark
the growing of a heart.
It’s tearing down
......and building up.
A stream of tears,
broken dreams,
stories of the ones
.......that got away.
Old flames
of passion’s pyre
smoldering in the hiss
...........of weeping’s wont.
Souvenirs of Love
building blocks
of character,
chisels that shape
......a man.
©1/25/2018
submitted to – One in Five – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Joseph May
You only feel the pain when the blood runs true
One more lash opens your heart
Hear the beat
Thumping
I’m inside you
Cruel
But you wanted change
I’m your alter ego
Tearing down your barricades
Against the wall
You scream
It’s what you asked for
Tears and blood
Now I’m the animal
Unashamed you cry
Your pleasure
Naked and bleeding
You place the whip
I release your passion
You want more
Now I’m bleeding
Walking the line
Tortured in mind
You are free
Liberated.
The clan began singing before I saw the hippy dippy van.
It ripped around the mountain, and we heard its ceiling fan.
hollering and the wailing came to our ears with the smacking too.
It was the wild McCorlick Cousins, straight from Kalamazoo!
They are evil and they’re naughty, and they make us all laugh.
We were not surprised at all to see a contraband giraffe.
Their father is crazy, and their mother is beyond coping.
They came tearing down the street. No one here is moping!