Short Torn Asunder Poems
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I've just watched a movie
titled 'Hearts Down Under'
To savor such dumbed-down fare
one's brain need be torn asunder
gifts of the season
magic and wonder
enchantment, delight
renewal, restoration
of hopes torn asunder
holy blessings of peace
on Christmas night
Intoxicated and full of mirth
so naive and carefree.
Unfurled itself
in the breeze that seemed spring.
Dreadfully dispersed and torn asunder.
Wounds adorn its bosom now;
bruised and deformed
it waits for the Dusk.
Hearts torn asunder
the altar of love weeps
into mankind's service
Venom slinking, seeps
O, calm, reign supreme
peace, into the home stream
voices raised, rising, all is lost
Rancor's chorus exacts its cost
What words can I say,
To convey
The depths of my emotion.
How can I express
The happiness
I feel for your devotion.
What would I do,
Without you,
I often wonder
My heart would ache
The earth would shake.
My life would be torn asunder.
black liquid
sliver covers
a heart ripped asunder
cruel thoughts plunder
the abyss stretches before me
all things are known
but unseen
black chrome covers my heart
torn asunder
black liquid covers
sliver are my thoughts fall
the Abyss is in silence
I am the egg always breaking
I am the quivering thigh always shaking
I am the hourglass forever lacking reciprocation
I am the quiet mind forever in meditation
I am the child always in wonder
I am the blanket torn asunder
I am perfection destined to blunder
I know your fastest movement
You're social; you live in groups
In hard work your time you spend
In Concord, you move in troops...!
I cannot, yet, fully grasp
Why do you wriggle under
My feet within my short gasp
And soon get torn asunder...!!
21 March 2023
Brazen acts, once under cover of night
trust now ransacked in broad daylight
Rape, armed robbery, carjackings
released from murky lairs on alien wings
Our beliefs torn asunder, the world upside down
no foot traffic seen in our part of town
I have seen you on the
Winds of change;
Reigning in tightly
the future’s course.
Life is a playground.
Your games tough,
cold and soulless.
At the crack of
Your whip, deaths’ hunger is appeased;
Earths skin is torn asunder and death is free
to dine on her naked breasts.
Lingering memories, those
I yonder,
I yearn for the marvel,
As I wonder,
All emotions grasped,
I am torn asunder,
Thoughts of mine, all squandered,
Taken by its oblivion,
Its beauty I ponder,
Stolen away by its prolonging
Sensations,
Plundered,
In England’s streets I wander…
Listen to the cadence of the Elders
of freshly felled trees
Torn asunder, branchless
breaks for cover
The village playground
was deserted
No Moon yet
just a swing
swang by a ghost of a child
Evenings our dull forms appear
We thirst
for the white waters
sweet like our childhood
Light is extant in the darkness deep in my mind,
Searching for its path which I just can’t find.
Twisting, twirling, contorted, without form,
Leaving me stranded in my own storm,
Torn asunder, as I surrender to esoteric dreams,
Still, when I’m awake I know not what one means.
White Wolf
Hearts designed to beat together
torn asunder, grope and stumble
Seminal streaks of lightning flash
thunderbolts rend and rumble
Lips yearning, pried apart
demonic forceps ice-cold-sterile
Amnesia, sweet sleep imparts
Love’s embrace, for aye imperiled
Her silhouette is draped in soft moonlight
While an unseen sorrow cloaks her eyes
With traces of a light lavender mist
Hidden under dark blueberry skies
She's oblivious to the lightning's dance
Deaf to the sound of distant thunder
As this cold blueberry sky bears witness
To another heart torn asunder
Winds of yesterday blow vainly
in futile pursuit of today
What once ignited our several passions
this day swiftly drives us away
Torn asunder by a thunderclap
hearts riven never again overlap
We take a couple of pens from work
A blue one as well as a black
A pad of post-its too; who would know
Anyway, someday we'll give it all back...
'Thou shalt not steal,' thunders a Voice
Midst fire and smoke, trumpets and wonder
'100%,' comes the reply: 'We're just borrowing'
Without asking permission, Truth's torn asunder
Today I feel unreal.
‘Decohered.’
Like a suitcase full of writings
and knick-knacks and scribbles
torn asunder.
Splintered.
And the collection that was contained
therein can no longer interact
in the same manner.
But then calmly you sit
and take into yours my hand
so that one thing remains-
I want to stay here.
Listen to poem:
August down under is winter torn asunder.
Under leaden skies, lightning clouds make thunder.
Gardens revive, buds pop, the yellow wattles bloom.
Unfolding butterfly wings, like feathers arrayed, plume.
Sunny days with showers, mist the air with scent.
Titillated taste buds arise, foretelling spring's ascent.
i see it all the suffering call,
where we sense the one God's number,
suffer from the romantic thrall,
colour fades, black on white is called,
cos then we're torn asunder,
look out here comes the thunder...
chunder-from down-under,
did ya get that taxi's number:)
thank you Russell Sivey,
"Shine on my Ego."
Don
chunder is what you throw up.
i start awake from acrid dreams
as all my senses meld to one
i taste the bitter ashen air
cremains of lifetimes
torn asunder...licked by
the devil's sharp tongue
too hot to touch
too painful to see
through tears of disbelief
this nightmare reality
spits and Snaps and SCREAMS
ALL AROUND NOW - DEAR GOD!
WHY HATH THOU FORS....chosen me
........to save?
siblings of passion ~ Love and Hate
argue like unruly children
in precipitous conflict
yet, never will the nest empty, because
they...are OUR conscience
~ one cannot destroy the other,
nor ignore the other, because
they are of one blood
whose greatest toxin is
indifference...
so...torn asunder, they must find
a way to make two ~ one...
As the shackles were torn asunder
And the chains were turned to shred
Wars waged and paths were plundered
It was better left unsaid
For what to do now
The cage gave direction
Without it there is doubt
A mind-numbing perplexion
Ridden with waste
The land is barren dry
A lack of haste
To stop the lies
Suddenly awake from the dreams
We are better off now it seems
There was no stopping what has happened.
The shadow grew like a viper in her belly.
We could not allow this devil to grow in our midst
The blackened souls must be forever torn asunder
The smoldering ashes stain the ground.
Her pained screams will echo like a spear through our hearts until the end of time.
There is no coming back from this.
We have become stained forever.
When schizophrenia attempts to drown my son
I spin a lifeline of love that can't be undone.
And toss it to him when he starts slipping under
for I'll not let him drown or be torn asunder.
When I hold him, and he lays his head on my chest
and says, "father, I can hear your heart”...it's the best.
(Rhyme)
June 18, 2018
When line SIX is a perfect FIX
Silent One