Short Wreckage Poems
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We crashed and collided
Wild waves spilling our wreckage across these shores
Beautiful disasters
We were caught in the tide
bountiful brown leaves
blot the ground with soft wreckage
autumn's textured rust
Composed January 2022
a snarled subconscious
conjures cumulus demons…
waking in wreckage
Haiku 102
10 Feb 2016
words are blurs
written through tears
a wreckage of my thoughts
that stumble across paper
my pen cursed
by emotional mental state
my mind a prisoner
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Each dawn's debris sort
of wreckage from day before
yields jetsam just junked
and flotsam break-up relics.
On the beach who can tell which?
Picked off wreckage
Clothed and learnt anew
A mile further
Vinous, soft love
Shown to sweet calm waters
Stirred by angels for my quench
Deligted, indebted heart
I opened the mail with trepidation
Reading the words with great hesitation
Stunned at the message
My life a wreckage
She’d wed another–humiliation.
9/01/2020
two fragile hearts collide
delicate as glass
scattered tiny shattered precious fragments
within the glittering wreckage you dream that beautiful broken things can be made
whole
dying to get home -
last message that she texted
to her waiting spouse. . . .
near the wreckage of her car -
shattered phone in blood-stained grass
For Brian Strand's Tanka Me Contest
Hollow tin-cup chess pieces
tethered to fate are we
manipulated by forces
unperceived
landing abruptly in
alien territories
naïve suppositions
blown to bits
on the wreckage of empires
MESSAGE
I am opening my soul to send the next message
Love is the waves of the passage
How can we survive the worst wreckage
We are going to overcome the stresses
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando February 6, 2017
Love is really in such a way :
word the agreements,
distribute the ties...
Accept the wreckage,
but save from happiness
all shine, in kisses
and bones... !
I suppose I had no choice
…but to collapse.
I'll always lose my path among the wreckage;
I can't keep my spirit from fleeing its traps.
What's the matter with me?
…I solace in this relapse.
Ocean motion
Wave after wave
A sweet enclave
This commotion
The ocean enters
My heart tis true
Moving to undo
Wreckage splinters
Ocean motion
Where waves reside
Kingdom divide
Underwater salvation
Russell Sivey
I climb shelves
Looking for the right pair
And squeezing two between
He closed me amid the wreckage
The moving metal skims my bones
Jumping from the scene,
My ankles break for you
My heart leaps for you
My body is crushed for you
Form:
I sort through this wreckage in my past, fearless
I see the end of reflections in my rainbow
And new colors coming through
I see blue
Sifted, I find serenity
I see the end of the aftermath nearing
and memories endearing
I see you
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.
Form:
In latent halls, where memories dwell
Mist gathers on a shunted trolly
Abandoned wreckage
A decaying track runs forever
From shrouded heights
Fall unnamed questions
A bell’s toll fades
Resting only on the lines end
Indeed, only the end
A Absolute wreckage
L Lights gone out in blackout consumption
C Carnage of gigantic proportions
O Oblivion through self infliction
H Hostage to addiction
O Obstructionist behaviour
L Liberation is possible
27th August 2024
They say follow your heart,
but mine is a storm,
a beast tearing through its cage,
flooding everything in its wake.
I’ve tried to chain it,
but it slips,
a blaze of fury and wreckage,
too wild to be understood,
too raw to be contained.
mountain of things we throw
unneeded items stacked in drawers
rotten meat , fermented food
we eat junk and then junk eats us
heaps of trash, that's our treasure
rusted cars will soon be a wreckage
Oh! Let's bring new junk, get rid of the old
In the weed-webbed wilderness deep within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived,
turning the flushing garden into debris dump.
The pathway paved outside its frail fence
waits to be walked fascinated
to the mesmeric meadow of tomorrow unseen.
blood stains the sidewalk where I walk
broken hearts lie beating on the ground
tears are the only currency in this town
carnage surround me, human wreckage all around
anguished cries begging for a reprieve
tortured souls sorry for their misdeeds.
Form:
it used to be chaotic havoc in his mind
until he cleared out carnage and debris
with it went wreckage and resentments
from fear and insecurity rose serenity
neither thoughts emotions nor judgement
not unpleasantly a moment full of emptiness
there used to be a beachfront cottage
out there near an old yacht's wreckage,
absence glaring
in the mooring
as a tooth missing from the smile of age !