Pale moon kept
hiding behind
the thicket of clouds,
being constantly
twisted and turned
by renegade winds

Silence fell
may be after
every defeat
or victory perhaps
on the side,
one could only guess

There were booming
of guns, explosions
sounds of vehicles
rushing to all sides
creating panic.
Pain was the language
cried out aloud,
well understood
At all times
smell of death would spread
like a trail of smoke
from an extinguished wick.
It thickened the darkness
by desperately crying out for light.

"Are we winning or losing?"
a voice in the darkness
in agony whined,
not knowing which way
wind blows
or  when all would
mercifully  end;
that question has
already rendered meaningless
by the reign of dark forces.

Was there a whistle
signifying naught?
a whisper spread
all around like a mantra

Then came a long silence
nobody seemed to answer
or know what to tell.

Delta Swingline
Delta Swingline
4 days ago

Over the logs and dirt of a camp ground, you still shine. A blazing, bright fire.

Fire is also an element of destruction, of rage, but also of love. The burning red love you have for someone.

But my favourite type of fire is blue fire. Looking like the polar opposite of burning red hot, blue fire is hotter than red.

And to think that a full rainbow can come out of the flames of chaos.

How beautiful is the colour of destruction...

Poetry prompt: Use the words "Red" and "Dirt" in you next poem. So here's what I got.
#love   #flames   #fire   #blue   #red   #colour   #rainbow   #destruction   #choas   #bluefire  
Zoe M Cripe
7 days ago

She was a hurricane,
And I,
A tornado .
We didn't mix that well,
We loved each other though .
She was drizzle,
And I was rain .
Until she took on all the pain .
I spun around fiery and mad,
She blew and crashed and we stayed like that .
To tell you the truth,
She came alive under the summer sun,
And I thrived under the moon .
In all this destruction and devestation,
She always calmed down enough to hold me .
Sometimes my tornado fell to rain,
As her drizzle melted from her hurricane .
And as the moon and sun rested in the sky,
We built a life .
Me and her,
Her and I .

#love   #her   #me   #together   #destruction  
Zoe M Cripe
7 days ago

So much pain,
Everywhere I look .
Destruction in the form of rain,
Something evil out of a child's book .
It seems so harmless,
Until you're staring it in the eye .
"I get it,"
So you'll continue to lie ?
There's a flood of worry on every face I see,
There's something awful here,
But what could it be ?
There's an earthquake below us when you touch my skin,
I look out the window as you pull me in .
A car hugs a building tight,
As you pull me out of its line of sight .
The feeling of sorrow is thick in the air,
Every time I breathe in it sticks to my lungs .
That's not fair !
They're screaming outside while we're inside having fun .
But what can we do ?
The world went to hell the first day I touched you .

#love   #hate   #romance   #destruction  

Theocracy of Blood!
The gods of America demand Sacrifice as did the gods of the Aztecs,
Only this time
It is the Heart of All of Gaia
That must be removed!

When the plundering of this planet is complete,
No one will be able to APPRECIATE beauty.
The factors which ENABLE people to appreciate beauty
Will have been eradicated
Along with almost everything that is beautiful.

My hearts riddled with bullet holes of hatred
And rips and shards of the bitter glass of lies
The savage destruction of hope
A dilapidated state of daydream
An absent mind lost in another time
In another life
I wish I could close my eyes and never feel this pain again
Never deal with the gaping wound in my chest
Time can't heal this empty feeling of loneliness
Nothing could

Starfish washed ashore,
Life ceased for evermore,
Changing tides of time

hope for better days
delusional fantasy
we're on our way down
United States....condemned nation
bolting directly towards Hell

My mommy went away
When I was seven years of age

She was but twenty three
She had no chance to truly be

The hate and greed inside a man
Took her from this mortal land

He took her life for seven dollars
He took from me my dear mother

The years went by, I grew older
Her case became colder and colder

Hope for justice was almost gone
When came the news, like a storm

They caught the bastard in 2012
Now he sits inside a cell

43 years since she died
43 years and I still cry

She is a mom like no other
She has a son that loves his mother

In memory of Mary Elaine

In memory of my mother Mary Elaine
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