Short Wastelands Poems

Poignant promises
let bygones be fractured noise
withered wastelands wants...

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Dancing with your thoughts
Be mindful of what you sow
In you that will grow
Into wastelands of sorrow
Or blissful gardens of love...

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Canyons of loss
emotional wastelands
Spires of hope
grasping for sky

Riverbeds bake
 mountains are damming
Feelings once deluged
—barren and dry

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)...

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Keeping the lights on using your children's future as fuel
Give despots destruction on demand
Nuclear wastelands and contaminated land 
Desperate nations damning your descendants to nuclear decay...

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In the dark wastelands
of my traumas, I see ahead
a path that leads to my
healing—

and in the far distance 
of this upward path, I see
mountains of growth
awaiting my daring climb. 


11.12.22...

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This weeping willow, will willingly and recklessly wreak havoc on the world we 
would see become a wonderful wreckage of wandering wonderlands. We will 
willfully wander the wastelands. Woe for those we once knew as wearers of 
wrought....

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where man
    
            seldom trespasses

                           silence prevails


through solitary tundras

                        and wastelands
 
                               its preeminence resounds


Oct. 7, 2020...

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Were I to know how you feel
I could traverse the wastelands of ignorance
Free from this incarceration in myself
Marvel in the elation of empathy
Feel the stuff we are made from
And belong
Alas I observe from a distance and presume

©db April 2015...

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The Wind Shepherd and Shepherdess

The winds,
 Like a shepherd and shepherdess,
Herd blackness,
 In swirling ghosts -
Mysteries rising
 From wastelands of wildness
Casting veils of gloom,
 Haunted by thunder,
Trying to stampede -
 Corralling tumbleweeds....

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Crawling to each nanosecond
A descent calling to teach me
Another Plato lesson
Lessening the agony as for
Before what was aforementioned 
Fragments of talents calcified
And classified as otherworldly 
Unbelievable and that which walks
With Giants along the wastelands
Unwelcomed.........

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 A FLOWER BLOSSOMS


Even in the dreary wastelands
Of the modern industrial age
In the dirty, shattered window panes
Of long-abandoned factories
In the stench of refineries, the smog
Even in all that
A dandelion stretches its lonely neck
Through a concrete crack
And blossoms. ...

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Our earth is turning from green to gray,
Just because it can't say,
"Stop vulgarly harming me
Or you will soon see
Barren wastelands and dried seas."
Nature's beauty is fast eroding,
'Cause we are still enjoying.
Wise humans, don't you see,
We'll soon be left without a tree.
Be a little eco-friendly,
And treat nature more gently....

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WHERE THE GARDEN SHINES ABOVE
ABOVE GEMS AND GOLD
WHERE THE FIRST FAMILY LAUGHS
IN GROVES AND MEADOWS
WHERE CHRIST, THE WHITE LAMB, FROLICS
IN THE GRASS WITH THE FIRST MAN

Where the desert darkens below
Below rocks and dirt
Where the last army laments
In caves and wastelands
Where Satan, the black wolf, hunts 
On bare earth with the last man...

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grief
within
cultivates
necrotic seeds
beneath harrowing wastelands battling faith 
whispering whimsical tunes of mourning
midst healing rays
of natures 
shining
hope 
soar
above
star-studded 
illusions of
deceiving minds adorned in gilded lies
veiled in halcyon sunsets drizzling tears
free flowing as
ill fated
remnants
burnt...

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The universe of fear emotes a broken feeling,
 loveless wastelands could hardly be called home.

Conscious rising dreamscapes, illusory revealing:
 the terrified emperor sits naked on his throne.

Such precious time agonizing on his pain,
 he can't receive what he refused to give.

With all his pasts and futures preordained,
 in timeless boundless love God wills he lives....

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I wanted this 
How'd the problems arise?
She sits there with sadness
In those forlorn eyes
But it's not really sadness that I see
What she's actually doing is pitying me
They move to the wall
I sit there in inexplicable shame
Waiting for those damn eyes to look at me again
Those loves gone eyes, wastelands
Floor, door and then the ceiling
Then back to me again, that sick stomach feeling

I gotta go....

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When faith is abandoned
we live on old dreams
In time captured wastelands
barren demeaned
Believing the tattler
and spinner of lies
Desperation is sainted
epistles decry

“Music plays in keys of pain
shouting from below
Missals singed in pagan fire
ashes still aglow
Caught out on a bridge alone
burning from both ends
Martyred in our heresy
— darkness to befriend”

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
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GIANT MONSTERS

giants wake from their sleep
rolling out of safety's keep

and pain makes them feel 
so alive
they open their eyes
see all wastelands arise

And pain makes them feel
so aware
dancing as flames flare
bright eyes fixed in glare

And pain makes them feel
so free
from all truth they flee
running out to sea

And pain dies with liberating cries



 © Kim van Breda—March 2014...

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You sought me out

       Peeled me back like a sapling

       Devoured my every tiny morsel

       Encrypted my direction

       Exposed me to the elements 

       You released me into the desolate wastelands

       Condemned to walk alone

       Swollen with the shame from their mockery

       Tormented by the hunter & the hunted

       Just when I thought that was it

       You said this is your LIFE.... LIVE IT!!...

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Dormant eyes of the deep
Only wake when they weep

Frozen tears of the lost
Only run when they frost

Thorns of love that are shed
Creating blankets for our bed

Barren wastelands days of old
Only surface when breathes get cold

Dancing demons in our head
Building tombs for us to wed

Decaying death a witches brew
My darkest love the one I knew

Rays of darkness upon our grave
Within loves wounds retreating cave.


March.04.2016   ^WW^...

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Deep and abiding faith I have seen
In so many places that I have been.
Mustard seed kind of which Jesus spoke;
It's the kind to which God always takes note.
The kind of faith that moves mountains;
That turns desert wastelands into fountains.
Imagine something as tiny as a mustard seed.
Such faith goes deeper than a Christian creed.
I don't claim such faith, of which there's no debate.
There is but one I have known closest to this faith.

032424PS...

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Barefoot
I walk
across isolated wastelands
 
Silence
engulfs me
and I am alone
 
Strangely
it does not frighten me
to be that solitary figure
stumbling on a path less traveled
 
Other missionaries
join my crusade
chanting hymns of unity
 
Our crossroads
each a different route
hidden agendas guiding us all
 
Barefoot I limp 
over thorn and stone
 
Silence once again surrounds me
and I am no longer alone...
 
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014...

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Tears are tangled and hearts are mangled
Wasted weeping deep inside
Crystal balls showing love that falls
For our love is thus denied

Silent screams of broken dreams
Lachrymal layers laying low
Wishing wells of thought that swells
Our love has no place to go

Genocide... looks inside
The wastelands of lost souls
Come and find for now I’m blind
And have fallen through the hellion holes.


July.28.2016
Three Stanzas - Poetry Contest
By Broken Wings...

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Into the Badlands

Into dark realms where death’s delusions ride
Strides the victorious warrior of charity
Grace and solitude in wilderness here abide!

Into dark realms where death’s delusions ride
Torrents of grace wake flowers in reply –
Blooms in wastelands of sand – life to guide!

Into dark realms where death’s delusions ride
Strides the victorious warrior of charity

10-24-20
Contest: Pick a Title – Triolet
Title Chosen:  Into the Badlands
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh...

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This is written by a 12 year old student BW. The only credit I take 
as the teacher is encouraging the expression.

Poetry lies within the memories, the experiences of its beholder
Where the light shone and darkness fell on this fellow
Where he stood upon the throat of the world and observed
Observed the vast land below, the emerald forests 
And the golden wastelands

This man saw beyond complexity, and gazed 
into the simplicity of pure beauty
And shared his life with you...

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