Wasteland Poems - Poems about Wasteland

It is the world of Shiva and Shaitan It is the world of Krishna and Kant Devi on Nandi holding Demon and Son Devotees, Deities, Ash, Claps and Fun Fragile girl carrying child in her arm's Not mother but a sister’s virgin palms To Die for him but not a bruise to touch Just Bottom pinching nothing too much Anguish in her arms...

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The outside is where I belong The inside so filmiar A constant stride to belong To fit the mold of what a man should be Weak I am cancered by self denial When will it end for me Alone I be What a disappointment A shaded comparison of where I started I seek something But back away When it gets hard I blame all but...

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Like the dead fossils of the once tyrannic dinosaurs laid bare into the diminishing soils of the earth, is what the aging world appears to seem like, the battle for survival pride and honour from the unforgiving climate changes in the vast savanna amongst living creatures to the vast cities, towns, villages etc of we...

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The land lies silent Beneath the icy embrace Trees stand still, statues Whisper of life now dormant Yet hope lingers in the cold...

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The pendulum swings wider both right and then left Those things that divide us fomenting unrest The wasteland between what was once common ground A minefield of mutual exclusion — profound (The New Room November, 2024) ...

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Wilderness trees grow high The wasteland is all but nigh It’s getting darker here and I’m becoming more shy Even my faith has grown somewhat dry Distress bushes grow on Like the dusk and the dawn It’s getting lighter — the sunshine glows till the night is gone I’m like a wandering fawn Sunshine, come shine upon me now I’ve been drenched in moonlight...

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Behind a screen, they hid their faces… Cruelty unleashed, leaving internal damage, They sneered as she crumbled, a spectacle for them, Their laughter echoed, as her world began to fall. Anonymously, they hid behind the pixels, A poison ring, horrifying scene indeed. “She deserved it, I hope she’s dead” Are we not allowed to make mistakes? Her soul, once vibrant,...

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The righteous may struggle the righteous may fall But Hell only exists — in a place without love (1st Book Of Prayers: April, 2024) ...

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Excise Exercise 2: In a wasteland decision is a choice. Faced with Life or Death makes progress clear- What are the options? Face the Fear of both. One brutal truth. Find love's survival hope. Cut off black poison. Amputate the hate that cast love out of reach. Gangrene was never the colour of Peace... In a wasteland, Green is the...

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Genius, you are a soul of poetry, a wanderer in the wasteland, And your fate is that of a star, solitary in the azure seas of the sky. You fly through kaleidoscopes of thought, all fleeting, Weaving unseen worlds in a secretive bower of the eternal. Among mortals, you stand as a giant among elves, On paths of deep knowledge...

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We go crazy in the head, when you lie with lie in bed. All are green lights, you don't see red ! No conscience cricket chirps in your calm corrupted head. To wither in a wasteland, we are being led. (11.08.2023)...

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My Rose can be found in the desert, hiding among the cacti. And her hallow voice can be seen tumbling with the weeds. Barren, and dry, her tears come in a storm, flooding the valleys, ...

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There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his crap. I try and think to dream past my own tragedy. I feel my hands burn and bleed from the soap n water. I turn my back and look out...

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World, barbaric, unnatural falling, decaying, failing Technology, Society, Trees, Oceans regenerating, flourishing, rebuilding, instinctive, civilized ...

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From ruined halls of a corrupt little apartment I flee with my children, trailing after me No more the hard hand of hate On my back or deciding my fate No more crack n ruined dishes No more wishes lost in these wasted lands Of iron n rust, from him I run, Run chasing these...

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