#destruction poems on Hello Poetry

Sharon Talbot Jan 5

We were born in the forest,
Living in the shadows,
Clinging to our loved ones
In the dark, under the trees.
Life was good then,
We had picked fruit from branches
And swung on them for joy.
And there was no greed
Or jealousy.
Over millions of years,
We lived in harmony,
Until the forest changed;
The garden shriveled and
Faded away as we watched.
Our lives were rearranged.
Some among us ventured out.
Giving in to our sin: curiosity.
We turned the grasslands
into pavement and stone
And we endured pain to walk
Down in the street, surrounded
by canyons of concrete and steel.
The powerful gather now
and hoard what was once shared.
Hors d’oeuvres are served,
Placating the hunger of the omnipotent,
that is never stated;
They will keep taking from us
As long as we allow it.
Even as they wallow in wealth,
They plot to plunder riches
and destroy the world,
scraping the land
and scouring the sea.
But one day, some loner, a rebel
May emerge from the shadows,
Dark-clad, filled with inchoate rage.
He will find like-minded souls
Who use the new machinations
To topple the oligarchs,
Empty their accounts
And give them to the world.
Chaos may follow,
But out of it a new humanity
Might arise.

A memory of what humans used to be, what horrible things they became and the hope that humans might decide to live as they once had, using progress to help each other.

#shadows #humans #forest #paradise #change #greed #inequality #destruction #rebellion #equality

dead poet Jan 2

duality of consequences

a sense of desertion
combined with
a sense of purpose
is a lethal combination;
false, or true.

a gust of wind sweeping through
an abandoned campfire,
in the right direction
(𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦)
will take down the
entire forest.

#metaphor #desertion #purpose #goodvsevil #duality #destruction #poetry #lifelessons #choices #consequences

Daniel Tucker Dec 2024

The Human Face

I can't paint a pretty picture
when destruction looks me
right in the face
but
I can't paint a black picture
when I see hope shining
through the human face.

© 2024
Daniel Tucker

Thought I would end the last day of 2024 with these thoughts for now and the future. Here's to life!!!

#human #face #paint #picture #destruction #hope #black #shining #war #life

Cool Ice Dec 2024

Cold Song

A field of grass, flowers peppered,
Dandelions flying, beauty treasured.
The world was blessed,
Blessed with wonders.
But not with fate,
Soon struck, the thunders.

It was their fault,
But does it matter?
They fought blindly,
Killing each other.
The world glowed brightly,
With the souls that default.

Their powers, too destructive.
Killing everyone along with enemies.
The reason, so dense,
Useless to die with valiance.
They are cruel, THEY ARE WORST.
They show love, pointless, due outburst.

Countless universes,
Countless destruction,
The outcome is same.
Even if they reset the verses,
Even if they save every person,
The. Outcome. Is. Same.
Always…
Always…
Please just STOP IT…

… There was a field, flowers peppered,
Dandelions flying, beauty treasured.
Now lies the blood and corpses
And the destruction they cause.
The world was blessed,
Now is in coldness and graved.

This was my first poem.
Was hesitant to post cause... I don't like it so much.
Still I won a writing competition with this poem (totally not flexing)

It's based on an AU of the related competition.

#war #beauty #megalomaniac #au #destruction

Emery Feine Dec 2024

To The Broken Bird

to the little bird on the side of the road
i’m sorry i crushed you to bits.
i thought you were just so pretty
that i held you in my soft palms
and crushed you
until my hands were stained with red.

to my friend with the little black curls
i’m sorry i gouged your eyes out.
you see, i thought that i could get lost in them
and since i wanted to remain focused
i dug my nails into those sockets
and ripped them out.

to myself, as i write this,
i’m sorry i tore my heart out.
it was beating far too fast
beating far too lovely
and i left a hole in my chest
because i love myself.

to a name i refuse to say ,
i’m sorry you hurt me.
i’m sorry i hurt you, i mean
you left me… untouched
but since i loved you, loved you so very much
i let you go.

if you love something so much, you will be able to let it go.

#love #destruction #heart #**** #****** #lettinggo #goodbye #crush

EB Nov 2024

surgery

trace your words up my neck, baby,
undress my wounds with your lips,
peel back the gauze that’s wrapped round
tight,
and become my own arterial tourniquet.

your presence amputates
a lifetime of hurt,
your touch the saw, the undertaker of extremities lost,
but not missed.

chopping the rot off clean,
you stitch worship into my jagged flesh,
ripped and pulled apart from years of battle, of begging,
of broken bones.
how many times did i perch upon my bed, knees up,
reckoning with fate?
how many times did my eyes flicker across your face,
gazing at a chance of absolution,
unknowingly?

to be close to the knife is my tragedy,
slip the blade through my ribs and i’ll pull in closer.
but some cuts are needed,
and my skin is your canvas,
though, you have never been a violent man.
it is your gentleness that unmakes.
my sweet unraveller, carve out the infestation with soft hands,
repeat the ritual until purity;
it is simple, just as i taught you:

gut the fish,
clean out the belly.

you must face old wounds with new lovers

#love #healing #destruction

Saanvi Nov 2024

The White Swan

Your hands have been crafted
by a rare and delicate melody.
One that sweeps me completely and raptures my affection,
Such charming beauty you possess my love.
I bring my disgraceful lips
to your merciless fingers,
that left imprints on my neck earlier.
Your demeanor is that of a white swan
sparkling in an illusory lake.
As I step inside deep water to try
to reach your magnificent being.
It's not the flames of indifference that burn my soul,
rather your casual wit and coy smiles.
Pretentious laughter as if you actually care.
The lake is now suffocating my lungs.
The cool waves strike my weeping skin,
so opposite to your firing touch.
This is what you wanted from the very beginning my love.
Now, don't bestow me your unreachable pity.
In my dying moments, even your shadow did not grace me with its presence.
Now that I am completely lost in your maze,
I want to ask you in this haze.
Are you now joyous my love?
Are you now satisfied?
Are you celebrating the fortune of my perish?
You don't have any blood on your hands,
I have killed myself over this love.
You are still the white swan, mesmerizing all with your innocence.
And I am here at the bottom of the lake,
Drowning in helpless awareness, unaware of the extent of your cruelty.
The warm blue hues silently shut my eyes,
gifting me more peace than you ever could.
The real misfortune is that even in my last breath, I could only take your name.
I have only ever known your love.
I have only ever known your cruelty.
I don't mind the loneliness.
I don't mind the helplessness.
I just craved belongingness.
I just wish that the white swan herself would have drained me of life by kissing my lips.
When the light of life was finally replaced by miserable darkness, all I could do was reach out to hold your hand.

Your hands have been crafted by a rare and delicate melody....

#love #toxic #relationships #unstable #swan #metaphor #psychology #imagery #destruction #hatred

Roxy Nov 2024

🌌🌀

Born in a cyber age
of this global disruption,
"What's your hobby?", - you'll ask.
I'll reply:
"Self-destruction."

#short #poetry #life #death #destruction #mind #society #problems

Jeremy Betts Nov 2024

~•§•~ No Countdown ~•§•~

Self destruction
With no red button
Internal spontaneous combustion

A flipped switch
Quick curve ball pitch
Veered straight for the ditch

No countdown timer
No red, no blue wire
Just a smoldering dumpster fire

Struggle with each next breath
Welcoming a last breath
A timeless back and forth with death

©2024

#destruction #spontaneous #combustion #countdown #fire #breath #death #cradle #grave #slave