Holding up traffic
is a terrible pileup
on the interstate -
the opposite side also
is slowed by rubberneckers
Many are injured
while six have been declared dead
as folks wonder why -
cops investigate the scene
while sirens are heard wailing
flung far from her car
lies a woman and cell phone
which has solved the case -
messaged at time of the crash:
“I am dying to get home”
Categories:
wreckage, dark, fate,
Form: Tanka
My love,
you want it
Then step back
Give me room.
My hate,
we got it
just sit
wait right here
My rage,
forget it
just wait
just wait right here.
So long,
and forgotten
my love,
she died right here
So close
to what she wanted
My fear
It won't take hold.
My dearly departed
my love,
she died right here
close to what she wanted
she feared what she can't control
Now we're back
right where we started
right there
we died so close
From what we wanted
my fear, it wont take
hold.
Die my beloved
my fear,
it wont take hold.
Categories:
wreckage, anxiety, betrayal, conflict, confusion,
Form: Blank verse
Bittersweet, or just a hard pill to swallow?
I’ve done this to myself, haven’t I?
Watching it crumble around me,
Piece by piece,
Like everything I once held so tight,
Now slipping through my fingers,
Flames to ashes,
Ashes to dust.
I know what I’ve done.
I know it all too well.
Yet, I feel nothing.
Not even the searing burns on my skin,
From the fires I set,
The wreckage I called my life.
All the dreams turned to smoke,
The hopes, now embers.
I watch them scatter,
Lost to the wind.
And still, I don’t flinch.
I don’t cry.
I don’t feel.
Should I rebuild?
Stack brick upon broken brick,
Layer the mortar thick with regret?
Or do I revel in the scars I bear,
A reminder that I once was capable
Of burning it all to the ground?
Would healing make me whole,
Or leave me hollow?
And still, I stand in the ruins,
Wondering,
If silence after destruction
Is worse than the fall.
Categories:
wreckage, anxiety, deep, depression, life,
Form: Free verse
An infant is brought into being,crafted out of earthly elements
Out of soil,out of water, breathing air moment after moment.
Nerves get nourished,strength is acquired as blood circulates through veins
The sheer love of her as nature gifts the first glimpse of consciousness.
Slowly things transform as seed sprouts into a towering tree
As the muscles are flexed,chest spreads wider and will is free.
Contained with posessions hedonistic desire hinging on self worth
The piled up matter of earthly elements absurdly tries to conquer the earth.
Categories:
wreckage, age, america, anger, angst,
Form: Rhyme
He left his life one morning,
while she was sound asleep
he left hr without warning cos there
are secrets you have to keep
he didn’t wait to see the tears form
in her beautiful eyes
and as he passed by the mirror
began to realise
he’s never going home
she wrote him a text message
listened to his answer phone
her life was lying in wreckage cos she
was going to be alone
as she passed by the mirror
thoughts running through her head
All the things she wanted to tell
Him all the things never said
He’s never coming home.
As she looked into the mirror
thoughts running through her head
All the things she wanted to tell
Him all the things never said
He’s never coming home.
If you find someone that you love
And with his life you’ll spend
You will know it’s enough
To have a lover and a friend
As she looked into the mirror
Her veins became ice cold
And she felt the faintest shimmer
As his fingers fold
They both are going home.
David Cox 08/09/24
Categories:
wreckage, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Ye' Ole' Titanic,
That sailed across the seas
An iceberg did it come to see
It stood in the ships way dismayed
Of a ships voyage that now is display.
The lives it had lost and were taken,
On that saddened treacherous day
Broke hearts of many other's lives
If what we lost in that very same way.
The maydays must have been missing,
That steal rig sure did give her a kissing
Hard to believe that was one of the first
Recorded ships to come down to be a hit.
Categories:
wreckage, anxiety, conflict, confusion, courage,
Form: Free verse
Created from clay
yet possessing image of God
my heart glows with redemption’s grace
persisting to champion miracles
against human nature’s wreckage...
Thus, I can move mountains.
Gripped with divine presence
my faith trusts the Holy Spirit
strengthened to conquer trials
subduing torments of guilt midst pardon bliss
toward triumphant eternity...
Indeed, I can move mountains*.
*Matthew 17:20 “And Jesus said unto them... If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, ‘Remove hence to yonder place’; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.”
January 2, 2024
1st place, "I can move mountains" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 3/2/2024
Categories:
wreckage, character, cheer up, christian,
Form: Free verse
The town, betrayed by time passed, lies forsaken.
Lost, lain memories, like tumble weeds, awaken
To the prod of windy wisps, and roll willy nilly,
Hazardously rendering any hope of revival as silly.
Whispers of the past, wind borne, quickly fade,
Always out of hearing, always too soft, under the breath, played.
But, echoing clearly, that what once was, could never be again.
The once vibrant colors and sounds of the town, fade to a stain refrain.
Like tombstones snarled by weeds in cemetery,
The buildings cast shadows gnarled by ancestry
Abandoned, betrayed, cast aside by the hands of time,
The town's beauty unkempt, now shrouded in dust and grime.
The bustling life and laughter that once filled the air,
Are now hushed solemn, reeking with a sense of deep despair,
Ghosts, that are now the only permanent residents,
Drive tourists away, with their hostile reticence.
Abandonment, is all hope lost, forlorn and tossed away,
Into a pile of junk to rot, rust, crumble, flay, decay.
Categories:
wreckage, lost,
Form: Sonnet
You are a cold piece
Work.
You left me on the edge,
Going berserk.
You have no idea how much
It hurt.
It was touch and go for what
It's worth.
I have never loved another like
You.
I have your name on my neck
As a tattoo.
I handed you my bleeding
Heart.
You loved it then tore it
Apart.
When I looked in your eyes,
I saw the hate.
It took my breath and sealed
My fate.
You filled me with hope,
I felt secure.
I took for granted you would
Be here.
I believed I was what you
Wanted.
The memories of us are all
Haunted.
You broke my heart,
Crushed my dreams.
You blew my mind to
Smithereens.
You promised forever,
Then gave up on us.
You looked me in the eye,
Gave the knife a thrust.
I wish you could spend a minute
In my shoes.
You could see the price paid
For loving you.
Turbo1904
Categories:
wreckage, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme
BOAT
wreckage
debris left
volcano erupts
veiling dim horizon
ocean turns melancholic
"ruins - bleak witness of crushed life"
PICTURE 1
June 11, 2022
Pyramids Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllables checked by HMS.com
Categories:
wreckage, boat, sea,
Form: Verse
Hold me.
My heart's adrift.
Now hard aground, torn sails.
Can we just once sail WITH the tide?
Again?
Categories:
wreckage, anger, sad love, sea,
Form: Cinquain
Homeland long left, almost lost in obscurity,
beyond the ocean line on the horizon far,
the ancient mariner hopes to reach now,
sailing with the forlorn heart scorched,
return to where it yearns to be.
But the swelling surge of charcoal clouds
bursts on the wings of twirling tempest,
the sky falls with his broken dreams,
he drifts aimless with the wreckage
to distant golden shore unknown.
There on the sun-soaked luring trail
he begins a journey anew on
redefined contours of life,
waves of seven seas
remain unsailed.
November 9, 2020
Contest : All Yours (May 29)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
wreckage, dream, longing, sea,
Form: Free verse
I've been your bow and your stern,
Your sail and your deck
I've helmed our little boat over rough seas,
through storms on an uncharted course
I'm in need of repair, my sails are tattered,
My bow and my stern are weak, my deck splintered
and worn
I cannot go on, the sea has consumed me
and I am going down
December 28, 2016
Categories:
wreckage, angst,
Form: Personification
Wreckage-Screwed X Contest
Believing in you caused wreckage in me
You thought taking your own life would fix you
Now alone, stuck in hell on bended knee
Cleaning up your awful mess, residue
Didn't you see your beautiful value?
Complicated loss, confusion, grief, fire
What was your reasoning, depth or desire?
Self-destructive and annihilation
Wounded, suffering, physical satire
Articulation, manipulation
~November 18, 2015~
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
***Ten lines, ten syllables each line
and rhyme scheme: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d.***
Categories:
wreckage, grief, hurt, sister, suicide,
Form: Dizain
From the wreckage of a sun
by ~H~
In the dark of a shadow cast by a dying sun, I stood cold and silently alone. My mind filled with echoes from when time had begun and of the space I had once called my home. Where galaxies were born, the stars danced in the sky, and the comfort of blackness my friend. Where all Gods' creation spanned but the blink of an eye, and time oh so precious became time without end.
But the darkness grew hollow and bitterly cold, swallowing all but the last of the light. The stars had stopped dancing all bloated and old, bent over and broken by love anger's might. From the thunderous roar of two worlds colliding unable to prevent the pain, came the vacuum of silence from shock waves subsiding and heavens filled with heartbroken rain.
Alone I stood broken in the shadow of that sun, a witness to its final moments of glory. It grew fainter and weaker, and then it was done, naught left but raw matter to become another love story...
-End-
Categories:
wreckage, break up, heartbroken, heaven,
Form: Free verse
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