Short Wrecked Poems
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Had some lonesome soul not wrecked,
and fortune never let preclude,
to disrupt this butterfly effect,
then, in this world I'd not bedeck.
Rusty carcasses,
forsaken by time,
battered by wind, waves.
Once useful and proud,
now broken, forlorn.
The tales they could tell.
#1
Diversion wretches her soul
Dear, you wrecked the car?
Hon, your eyes are so pretty!!!
Classic diversion~
connie pachecho
1/16/17
Grinning
Oblivious in iridescent linoleum unconsciousness
Glorious-
dismantle me into dust.
"wrecked"
11.16.21
Liberum Divisa 8 Poetry Contest
Write about “Any Poem” she said,
I racked and wrecked my poor head.
What form should I choose?
Oh PS, she’s not in my shoes,
So it’s best that I retire to bed.
his tongue tiptoed back into it's shell, when his mother saw her car wrecked
"The Power of Silence" Poetry Contest - Monoku
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
11/5/22
3rd
The waiter recommended electrons
But they wanted something to get wrecked on --
She drank her protein shake
He picked at his uranium snake --
Then ordered a ginormous peletron
It was a red Mazda 323,
with 4 on the floor, not 3 on the tree.
It was my first time to go,
and I wrecked it in the snow,
So, the ex-wife made fun of me.
For the "first car" contest
A perfect hit.
Enough to make you
Feel like .
A jab to the rib.
Just enough to make you fib.
It pushes you around.
Until you fall to the ground.
You're so unperfect.
That you're wrecked.
Form:
Here lies Harry Allen McGruder
He passed when he wrecked his scooter
He waved his goodbye,
While fixing his tie
They buried him in satin and pewter.
Written March 19, 2022
Hey diddle-diddle
Municipalities fiddle
Crime goes unchecked
Voters' nerves are wrecked
Twee-diddly-dum
Congress sucks its thumb
Inflation soars still higher
Blue-ribbon committees enquire...
through my telescope I spy teepees
bonfires
Watusi dancers
a wrecked plane
hostages
pirates
witches
angels
faeries
stories march in and out of my mind
I cannot slow them down or stop them
I am a writer
home had expansion
would find it to be fashion
became big mansion
had ridden a horse
on property with golf course
poor game with remorse
shot well below par
had few drink at a bar
after wrecked my car
The Drunkard staggered into a bar
And slurred that he just wrecked his car
He added, "Wha th' hell,
Isle... zit 'ere ...az-spell..."
Then he sang while he banged his guitar!
what do i do
when my friend's not true?
do I run, do I lie,
or will I have to comprimise?
Yes, I may know
why they wont go.
But I want to hear it
from those who wrecked my spirit
.....why?
Peace,love and rock!
Form:
You, being a wrecked vessel,
in the middle of the
Deep Ocean;
No sign of a Greenland;
heavy wind; wild storms;
Survival on time is essential;
lay on my shoulders;
be in my arms until
we, both reach the shore !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Darkness drags my wrecked dreams down
to frail life’s abysmal maze,
bemused hope lost in long loop
where silence of doubt echoes.
I then search for divine light,
to show me the exit path
for journey through labyrinth.
When you’re in full control, the harm I do
may be quite small and, given time, should fade.
When you grant ME control, what may ensue?
assaults, wrecked lives, and killings, a parade
of wicked acts. All goodness says "Adieu!"
Lightning lines
in my wrecked psyche
spark through gale turned sigh.
Whirlwind heaves the shards of dreams
in pathos.
Gloom within
flows with unwept tears,
lost in hushed thunder.
Frail mind’s fallen sky absorbs
silent storm.
She made me live a life
full of life unnoticed
The sweetest contempt
from the sourest love
My broken parts amble by drizzled people
Cracking through frozen mist
that i wear with such aplomb
Drifting on long dead love
and never finding home
Palantine you wrecked my mind
You fool for passions, makes no one better
Spired in wrath, you missed the mark
I AM alone still walking
Find your zombie working happy
Still admired by his mother
Failed your try to warp another
Rather than my car being wrecked
I should have had my head checked
See Series game much does cost
Regardless if they won or lost
From my choirs was sidetracked.
Jim Horn
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
Wrecked on an island - alone - I eat
pineapples and coconut meat.
Though salvaged were paper and
ink, this is still my plight:
Who’s ever going
to read the poems
and stories
that I
write?
Inspired by Linda Marie's Contest
Ship wrecked
Hard tack
street maniac
Warrior
Son of God
Peace in Jesus
Lilac
Seven day Birth
Born again on the first
New year
New me
Tree grown
Branches bearing fruit
Time Traveler
Circus monkey
Abe son
Jesus child
Kingdom focused
The WRECKED WOMEN
Whether I work or womb
Willingly or by worship
Sometimes so worrisome
Wonderfully I Weaponise LIFE
No longer a WIFE
Wealth of knowledge to gain
Now no longer in pain
Maybe on the way to a SAINT.
Date Posted: 5/23/2021