In the gelid that transpires
Of the wreckages of the bombed town
Two children, brother and sister,
With no house and family
Step into the stones of collapsed houses
Playing no more and smiling no more
No gifts, no holidays
Little brother and sister hand by hand
Walking randomly in search of nowhere
No joy anymore obfuscated by dark memories
Of departed mummy and daddy
Escalated by noises of guns shooting afar
Tumulted by random bombs
Silenced by threatening shadows and
Frightening nights
One lollipop from the ruined candy seller at the corner
And then the roar and blast of a close bomb
To take those innocent lives away forever
Categories:
wreckages, childhood, war,
Form: Dramatic Verse
a local farmers cabbages
exceeded county tonnages
the judge said hey joe
you got any mo
my trucks theyre all wreckages.
Categories:
wreckages, autumn, farm, fun, funny,
Form: Limerick
A mousy light filters a tracery of sunset,
dappled beams succumb to gloaming.
Evening stretches moments
for the rescue of wreckages,
to calm the upheavals of disheveled hours.
Dusk softly pronounces its adieus,
carries the bruised upon ebbing tides
as children, they are brought out
from burning houses.
Upon a twilight cradle
eventide glides each baffled breath
along a dwindling shore,
a Moses basket
that dreams us unto dawn.
Categories:
wreckages, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Growing up,,
I thought everyone was built to have someone
Someone that w'd be always there for them
Someone who will be the knight in shining armor
I figured that our lives are like puzzle pieces
And through the way we lose some pieces
When they all get up jumbled up in the world of chaos n evil
But for it to be complete,the puzzle pieces must fit together perfectly
Grown up,,
I lacked someone to save me on those times
I barely made it through
There was no one to lift me up when I was low
In many wreckages I pulled out through myself
I realized am stronger than I've ever thought
I became stronger for myself n then for someone else
I found out the missing pieces of puzzle was still in me
And in finding them I became whole,again!
Categories:
wreckages, life, lonely, world,
Form: Lyric
Under No Management
A sad state of mind emergency,
rooted sorrow buried deep within.
Evacuated thought mind urgency,
isolated all alone to weep again.
Sirens, horns, lights flashing,
mentally dialing 911 inside.
Trains, cars, planes all crashing,
wreckages of tears eternally cried.
Mental blue spaced handicap parking,
unrecorded reality in empty closet space.
The brightlights pen flashed sparkling,
No manager home to manage this place...
bmdavey@
002/24/17
Categories:
wreckages, confusion, cry, dark, psychological,
Form: Rhyme