Wreckage Poems - Poems about Wreckage

The wreckage

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

The Wreckage We Wore

Dark thoughts linger, heavy, cruel,
Of my blue-eyed monster, sharp as a jewel.
The light in your gaze once softened my heart,
But now it cuts deep, tearing us apart.

Kindness, you bore has withered to ash,
A star that implodes in a furious crash.
I stand in the shadow of what we became,
A battlefield burning, consumed by shame.

The echoes of

Almost 28

It's almost my birthday,
and somehow I'm still here,
barely, but breathing - after a year of mental carnage.
Depression didn't knock, it broke in,
set up camp in my chest,
while psychosis turned the world 
into a funhouse mirror,
bending truth until I didn't know what was real.

I drowned in thoughts that tore like glass,
sharper than anything outside my head,
clawed

Echos To Ashes

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

Greed And Wreckage

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

He left his life

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

Ye' Ole' Titanic

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

DESPITE WRECKAGE

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

Abandoned

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

Wreckage of You

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

Wreckage

BOAT
                                           wreckage
           

Drifting Hearts

Hold me.
My heart's adrift.
Now hard aground, torn sails. 
Can we just once sail WITH the tide?
Again?

The Wreckage

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

The Wreckage

The winds of change blow in time’s one way course,  
waft from the fading end to an unknown another,
as the momentum they gather from the power 
the spurt of  history gives, it goes on increasing ever,
the direction they receive from the coded message, 
the current events provide can’t ever be altered, 
the intent

Wreckage

I feel useless 
can't pursue clueless 
life’s a huge mess 
confused with stress 
Motivation on vacation 
ideas vacant 
In a stationed state numb 
heard cracks felt rumbles 
heard a thunder no floor under 
I tumble crashing down being crushed by rubble 
stuck now in trouble 
then silence 
no cries 
no one else alive 
somehow I’ve

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