"devastates" poems
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These Fevered Days—to take them to the Forest
Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl—
And shade is all that devastates the stillness
Seems it sometimes this would be all—
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I have read too many poems
From those of you who want to die.
I read the words, I hear your voice,
Yes, I hear your desperate cry,
I am torn and heart-sick at your plight;
Yet, I have to ask you why?
For when you close your eyes forever,
The hurt and pain won’t go away,
It crawls inside all those you love,
Where it kills them every day.
Were you jilted by a lover?
Are you an addict, beaten down?
Or is it that you don’t fit in
On the ‘right’ side of the town?
Does no one understand you?
Or “It doesn’t matter anyway”,
Because when you try to tell us,
We listen not to what you say?
No, I cannot feel the pain you bear
But I understand it’s real
Is there anything that I can do,
To try and help you heal?
Do you want someone to hold your hand?
Do you want a shoulder for your tears?
Do you want someone to scream at you?
Or hold you tight and calm your fears?
Do you need a teacher? Or a coach?
Or a banker for your debt?
Do you want a job that’s interesting,
Or any job that you can get?
Do you want to make somebody proud?
Or find someone to share your life?
Or do you only want a yes-man
To hand you the pills, give you the knife?
You may say, “Shut up old man! –
Don’t want to listen to your ****
You’ve always had it easy,
You always won, you never had to quit.
You don’t have a ******* clue.”
And you’re right I probably don’t
But if you keep it all inside,
No one will, and I sure won’t.
Please seek some help, I beg of you
You each have talents, and a heart
There’s a remedy or cure somewhere
For the pain that’s tearing you apart
I’m not a doctor, or a shrink
But I’ve seen suicide up close,
It hurts and devastates the ones
Who loved the victim most.
Phil Lindsey 6/8/15
**1-800-273-8255 **
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
the sun burns red in the west
The lovers meet in secret
Following their hearts
in the cropping darkness
It is big and brave
For the passionate lover
He would hand it to her love tonight
Hoping that she would cherish it
Even when he will be away
She gives him hers
Tells him "be strong and intact
Return safe my love
I will be waiting for you"
The heart,
That little body part
habouring all issues
Makes all decisions
The heart,
it strengthens the soldier
in the battle front
Singing to him songs of courage
Reminding him of his sweet love at home
Love from the heart is true and passionate
Its different from lust
and is bound to last
The battle is love
Even though the war is different
He kills for love
she is the only thing in mind
She gets broken a few times
taunted by sociopaths
Telling her 'they will never come back"
She has waited for times and times
But the heart stands all the tests
Most of the times
The heart that
lordship of mind and body
Guides everyody
Decisions of the heart
You can trust
He thinks with the mind for tact
but nomatter what
He follows his heart;
even though he is bruised and hurt
The mind fills him with doubt
but the heart tells him to fight
Reminds him of heroes
and sweet **********
Turns him to a matador
the eyes give him sight
but the heart fills him with insight
Hugging him tight
it neutralises his fright
He marches right
Into enemy territory
She is barely making through
They think she should remarry
News of fallen soldiers devastates her heart
Man's strength is from within the heart
Courage is not from spears
Not arrows and swords...
That small body part!
Emperors and conquerors
Lovers and soldiers listen
Fathers and Mothers
They listen to the heart
He creates devastation
Wrecking the enemy camp
As his battalion joins in
His heart moulding him
Into a hero
That small body part
Endures all in patience
As she waits
Saying its never late
...a time of jubilation
Victory cries are heard
Those back are few
But they removed the enemy
By conviction of their hearts
He is a legend
The man after everyone's hearts
She is joyous
As she runs into his embrace
The heart
That small body part
Endured it all
A soldier's heart...
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 7:48 AM UTC
You praised me and thanked me for just being me
Then your pattern of behavior devastates me
Your shallow ways turned around and betrayed
Our beautiful vows that we had made
You can't bring yourself to face your own demons
A condition you suffer that affects your demeanor
You build up a wall to keep us apart
Away from the pain in your own heart
You cheat you betray and you go astray
A predictable pattern of behavior you display
You've done it before you'll do it again
A pattern of behavior that will never end
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
A strange and eerie silence just before the midnight train
in the distance rolling thunder, through the darkness,
here's the rain
now wind is whipping sideways, tearing limbs from massive trees,
it's a wonder, jolt of thunder, every man's not his knees!
In a frenzied call to sleepers, get your loved ones up, she screams
it's the grimmest of all reapers come to rob you of your dreams
and it's grinding up the ground ten miles south, a mile wide
and it's headed your direction, so you'd better run and hide!
So panic takes the front seat while we quickly dive for cover
and we pray for God's deliverance, 'cause no one wants to hover
and we wait upon hell's plunder,as it devastates the land
and leaves it's monster's calling card, demise of all things grand.
lighter than a feather, yet never made for flight
carried on this wrecking train through blackness of the night
butcher knives! and power tools! an airborne metal shed!
A rabbit cage! an auto harp and someone's unmade bed!
the stuff which neighbors value, all their papers, jewels and cash
have been caught up in the whirlwind, torn to shreds and churned to trash
it's then I hear the grinding of the wheels upon the track
and brace myself with others in the bowels of my shack
a locomotive bearing down, we hold on tight and pray
the shrill wind screams, you can't believe it's happening this way!
and all we care about right then is staying on the ground
and keeping those we love alive, intact and safe and sound.
The way it goes, no one quite knows the way it's gonna be
we trust that God is here to lead us through the deep Red Sea
though man's no match against it, we'll find shelter in the storms
and pray escape the reaper in the whirlwind as it forms
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
It creeps in like a specter...
Blocking the light...eclipsing reality...
It pulls me under... leaving me flailing just under the surface of my life...
It suffocates me... breathless...heaving...gasping for breath...
It devastates me... robbing me of hope...happiness...
It dances around me...like fog engulfing who I am... barely leaving my life visible through the haze...
It makes me a distant stranger... even to myself...longing for an introduction...
It makes me desperate... to laugh...to dream...to feel...
It numbs my humanity... monotone responses to amazing events...
It leaves me screaming at the top of my lungs... my words echoing into the cavernous abyss of sadness... It leaves me...sometimes...and then returns...
It creeps in like a specter...
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
All sailors get drowned by the number as the sea monster devastates their journey. ''Don't ya worry, lads! It will start to rain once we get home,'' was the last sentence the captain said to his mates before the clash. Echoes of cannons and guns, cries are carried in the wind onto distant shores.
Anchors are floating in the waves, on the surface of the sea, drifting downstream. Memories of this event are sealed deep within the sea monster's conscience. Stories about these murders thrill the skin of the sailors that follow. Their wits get consumed with terror. All who dare to sail there analyze their lives. Reaching this ****** domain may be the last sight the sailor will see. And the only concern of the sea monster is-- will there be more fools to pass from here?
This legendary beast returns to the bottom of the sea. Flutes alarm the isle cities as panic arrives as an uninvited guest. Whirlpools swallow the remaining objects of the ship that remained intact after the impact with this mythical creature.
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
Time is valuable
Its worth is incalculable
Time is unstoppable
Pausing it is impossible
Time is change
Nothing will ever be the same
Time is limited
Because death is imminent
Time is uncontrollable
The amount we receive is not negotiable
Time is mysterious
Because it is very ambiguous
Time is irrational
Attempting to measure it is unnatural
Time devastates
It will slowly decimate
Time is addicting
Without it, we would not be living
Time is torture
It slowly prepares us for the coroner
So be happy
It will cure the pains that hurt badly
So be unique
Your life does not have to be routine
Take the path that is right for you
Take the path with the best view
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
The last wave of sadness comes without warning,
strong and unforgiving.
It rips through walls built,
drowning out what's been sheltered.
The fragile heart is no match for the surge.
It is the eye of the storm;
It stirs up the deepest and darkest of waters,
brings in the heaviest of clouds.
It moves fast, muted but resolute in its presence;
Bearing down, its arrival is crushing.
It devastates but passes quickly;
The pieces of what's left behind will settle with the calm.
Remember the architecture of your raw heart,
the feeling of wholeness.
Remember, reconcile, reconstruct.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
I sit back and gobble down my dinner
Ramen mixed with Ranch
I sit back and kick my feet up
in this old recliner
it creaks and shifts as my skinny ***
sinks into its old cushion
I smell a cigarette burning
I taste its poison
I finish my meal and flip on the news
murders and weather mixed
with pity to our dieing soldiers
In the midst of this choas
I find happiness
that my day only consist of a ****** meal
and a old chair
Im not that mother holding back her tears
Im not that soldier holding back his fears
and I'm far from the bad weather that devastates
suburbs and already beat down buildings
I'm not that volunteer picking threw dead bodies
and rain soaked pictures of peoples lifes once lived.
Im simply a guy with a couple holes in his beaten converse sneakers
I'm simply a guy who watches the evening news
as I think about the things I could do
But then my laziness sets in
and I just sit back and listen.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
***** to the percussion of sound.
The harshness devastates all the people around,
That’s what our embodiment occurrences bring.
Violence seduces,
Into the predilection of wounding,
the populace **** your ******* faith.
Be a ******* human!
I am!
We all learn,
Some faster than others,
To belong to,
Like minds.
I tiptoe through the agoraphobic xenophobe,
That is the amoeba of darkness,
That soul eats you called government and falsity.
All things you see are redundancies.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
When the rain falls
the sidewalk makes room.
The plants sigh and stretch back,
extending their arms, hands, and feet.
Every pore of every possible thing breathes
and remembers a time without a drop to drink.
The people curse and grab newspapers and plastic bags.
Some weather men and women smugly reveal tiny umbrellas.
As if they were tucked in their shirt sleeve.
Like a magic trick for the stupid crowd before them.
but how did you do that? how did you know?
Rain nourishes and devastates in one downpour.
The crazies and the weirdos dance in circles and
someone yells out, "Thanks gypsy!"
to his girlfriend who has a knack for making things be.
All she did was close her eyes and thank the earth, sun, stars, and moon.
And smile so fiercely the Universe thought,
Well I guess we can give her this one gift. She is so awfully strange.
Thank you.
earth.
sun.
stars.
moon.
You know all and you give life to what once was.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
love stories that are not love stories
stories we hold on to for lack of a better grip
essential breakthrough feelings for inner
growth and outer subsistence; a need within
a need within a need resembling a desire a
profundity an intensity a strength
i who am now awake(having passed away and
been reborn) i see love for what it is: a wonderful
magical inbuilt switch of humanness, a covering
over-illuminating light blinding the sight of my sight
fifty percent ecstasy fifty percent grief regret
nature s absolute recipe for impermanence for
perpetuity of life beating breathing seeing touching
tasting its way forward
love that i feel that i presume i feel
that anchors that is certain that is infinite
love which creates hope which creates yes
which creates soul which creates Spirit which
creates everything which dissipates which disappears
which devastates
love, tell me, who is your master?
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC
She takes a breath;
A big one--
The kind that lifts her chest
Reaches her stomach.
She holds herself,
Steady little birdy,
5, 6, 7, 8...
Then unleashes
All of her raw wild grace;
As they sit in awe
Of the most beautiful animal
She brings before them.
She embodies the maelstroms,
The typhoons, the hurricanes,
That have destroyed so many,
As she devastates her audience
In subliminal bliss.
She is purely a creature of light;
A force of nature, so absolute,
So fragile;
She could break herself,
Have the world shatter
In but a flex...
The melody
Of her expression will run out soon.
As the last few bars thunder down,
She recedes;
Her energy smashed
And scattered
With those who saw her
When she was in her space,
Where they could not touch her
Or her spirit.
They were helpless in the face
Of her fire--
So hot, so bright,
It blazed in the brilliance
Of a thousand suns,
Before the last flame of the candle
Lost it's light...
Not with a bang, but a whimper
A coldness takes hold,
She realizes she has to come back
To their world.
She will miss
Her own little dimension
Where she is Queen;
Her space where she can fly,
Where she can move mountains,
And reign over thunderstorms...
The curtains start to draw
As she prepares to leave the stage,
Taking hold of the memories made
Only to be forgotten and remembered;
Thinking of her time in the sun,
She takes a last breath
And bows out.
Her grace, now a dim memory
Forgotten, only to be remembered
In these eternal phrases,
When you read them.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
A strange and eerie silence just before the midnight train
in the distance rolling thunder, through the darkness,
here's the rain
now wind is whipping sideways, tearing limbs from massive trees,
it's a wonder, jolt of thunder, every man's not his knees!
In a frenzied call to sleepers, get your loved ones up, she screams
it's the grimmest of all reapers come to rob you of your dreams
and it's grinding up the ground ten miles south, a mile wide
and it's headed your direction, so you'd better run and hide!
So panic takes the front seat while we quickly dive for cover
and we pray for God's deliverance, 'cause no one wants to hover
and we wait upon hell's plunder,as it devastates the land
and leaves it's monster's calling card, demise of all things grand.
lighter than a feather, yet never made for flight
carried on this wrecking train through blackness of the night
butcher knives! and power tools! an airborne metal shed!
A rabbit cage! an auto harp and someone's unmade bed!
the stuff which neighbors value, all their papers, jewels and cash
have been caught up in the whirlwind, torn to shreds and churned to trash
it's then I hear the grinding of the wheels upon the track
and brace myself with others in the bowels of my shack
a locomotive bearing down, we hold on tight and pray
the shrill wind screams, you can't believe it's happening this way!
and all we care about right then is staying on the ground
and keeping those we love alive, intact and safe and sound.
The way it goes, no one quite knows the way it's gonna be
we trust that God is here to lead us through the deep Red Sea
though man's no match against it, we'll find shelter in the storms
and pray escape the reaper in the whirlwind as it forms
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
don't look at me with the sad eye, you knew **** well I wore the badge of the bad guy.
I understand that I ,have made more than a couple mistakes.
basically nothin more then a man who devastates n breaks anyone he gets to close to.
believe me I never chose to, live like this but life is hit or miss
guess not everybody's dealing with **** like this.
I bet about now you regret that kiss.
Grew up in a home where chaos is all I've ever known.
came to the conclusion were better off alone
but its too late
I've already grown into a man made monster.who wants her to do nothing more then save the day
take it all away ,make it ok
but that's not the way ***** gonna play out.
I should just get a tattoo on my head that says stay out.
don't try n find whats on my mind like I'm some kind of puzzle that needs to b solved. I've evolved into what I need to be
not so Easily, understood why i never did the things that i knew i should
God forbid anyone finds out about the things I did.
Stayin off the grid cuz I know I got it comin.
Gotta keep hummin the tunes, that still holds a bit happiness, of a boy. yet to destroy.
desperately holding on to that joy the sound carries on.
For that moment the troubles r non..existent..
resistant to believe anyone knows what I need
so that wrong number I'm gonna keep callin cuz it's the only way to keep the rats from gnawin
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
I want what devastates me
Sugar so syrupy sweet it sickens
Red liquid slows and thickens
Black lips painted poisonous purple
With thin lines of strychnine
My fair long haired Mary
Marvelous Magdalene
And terrible Typhoid
Saint and Succubus of lusting frenzy
Draining the core of me
Morticia the Mortuary Queen
With fatal fingers that feel
My moist internal organs
Throttling my throbbing heart
Dear black orchid
Princess of the pentacles
Funerary eyes of fire
Waking Walking Death
Yes she is so bad for me
Still, I want her so deeply
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
The world has become so grey,
forever shining stars fade away,
behind the clouds, evil, grey,
they no longer illuminate your eyes.
And to who's surprise?
A storm is forming over the bay,
gale force winds have the sailors running astray.
And the orchestra plays,
tugging at the strings of my heart,
using my pain to make an art.
And the thunder rumbles loud,
and the lightening lights up the clouds,
and the rain is falling sideways,
and the winds blows evil away.
And the skies are pitch black,
and the thunder and lightening crack,
and the storm, it devastates,
but it cleans my heart of the pain.
I walk along the wreckage,
seeking a new message,
seeking a new blessing,
am I messing with fate?
Am I testing fate?
Am I early or late?
What did I create?
The storm washes it all away.
And the thunder rumbles loud,
and the lightening lights up the clouds,
and the rain is falling sideways,
and the winds blows evil away.
And the skies are pitch black,
and the thunder and lightening crack,
and the storm, it devastates,
but it cleans my heart of the pain.
And when the sun shines down,
through the cracks in the clouds,
the orchestra will play,
and the sailors will sail.
The bay will be calm,
the storm will be gone,
and I will start again,
I will start again.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
I'm happy with what you have to give me
Except on these days where the hormones in my head
Riot like they forgot about tomorrow
Then my organs sink
And not only my brain can think of you
My skin spells your name in goosebumps
And the curls in my head signify the S that starts your name
The word that's always on my tongue
That made up word
That made up name
That belongs to you and will always mean
This love that devastates me always
This fever that makes me sweat out all the questions
When my immune system can't [/catch up and make up/]give the answers
as fast as it all unravels and so a lie for comfort may slip out
From between my lips
from my wallowing throat
from my nauseous stomach
where the Crohn's says I have cancer
When the dehydration strangles me,
I will be less human than you ever were
Each grain, a connection, the sand leaves me an emptier sandbag
Just one in the wall of flood prevention
Protecting a city of quivering seamonkeys
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
Too long,
Too long I point my vision
In awe towards the inexistent flaw
Embedded within the lustrous cracks of your smile
Splitting through the melancholy-infused,
My timeless sunless sky
I tremble,
More than just a sugar rush,
A heaven-sent electric current;
Starts the heart-shaped engine,
Rips through its tendons,
Accelerates, opposing the infirm currents ,
Of the impaired circuit,
Sensitizes it to a form of "life".
The thunder then pounds within the hollow,
Slowly devastates the shallow.
Bruises branch down my neck,
The bolts sink down to my deck,
Engraving everlasting fractal marks ,
Of fractions of whiles,
When I was stone-blind ,
Consumed by the euphoric rush,
Of your broken white lights,
Shocked into submission,
Getting used,
Falling for abuse.
Lightning was your name,
The thunder was your doomed game.
Maybe one end only surges in mortal power,
But the other has fallen, devoured.
Blind, but now I see coherently,
Rewired differently.
My fingertips still trace down the marks,
Till they have memorized their very whereabouts,
But now I embark,
On the journey of focus on my ever-present,
And your ever-absence.
Tainted with specks of your broken light,
My sky then gives birth to ravishing stars,
That decorate the gloomiest of inky skies.
Sometimes the stars fall,
To witness me wishing him away,
Closely hear me say,
The last of my goodbyes;
So long for now,
So long for then.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
I am screaming for more
I used to feel lonely and sad
and was looking for a light
I couldn’t reach the bright
was down on my knees
I overlooked you in my life, light
I am screaming for more
want to reach heights and live
again, without fights
I am screaming for more
don’t be sad, don’t’ feel alone
everything is in front of you
my friend, said once…
I am screaming for more
nobody knows what waiting me
I am alone and it devastates me
I am only screaming for more
to be again alive and full of dreams
to survive in this world
I am only screaming for more
Nov 17, 2022
Nov 17, 2022 at 10:06 AM UTC
love
is not a cake
with only so many pieces
it is a force
ever replenishing
bursting forth
from your innermost
it is what you
can give to others
and yet
your self is only
its temporary vessel
however much it may be based
on individual biochemical reactions
love is the cosmic power
that holds together
our universe
it can
lift you sky high
flatten you against a wall
take your breath away
leave you wordless
throw you
into a dreadful abyss
misle your senses
make you talk gibberish now
beautiful words then
it devastates you
one moment
and give you unspeakable happiness
right after
it makes you care
for your progeny
as well as for your elders
it makes you do strange things
in daylight
and in the dark
it makes you walk for miles
to see the one
it makes you
help a blind woman across a busy street
throw money into a beggar’s cap
donate to charity
it makes you burn with desire
to share your utmost self
with an other
illuminating the few days of your life
with the hope of eternal brilliance
it can do all that
because it is
not a cake
but an ever-replenishing force
yours
as long as you live
and the cosmos’
as long as it exists
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
I watched the news today,
I watch it every day
and every day It seems the same
painful terror without shame
As Mother nature makes her call
She devastates both one and all
She'll slice her way across the land
As father demon lends a hand
And seas rise up towards the shore
Where land becomes the ocean floor
I watched the news today...
War torn places on their knees,
The innocent no longer free
A starving child, he walks alone
across a stony path he'd roam
Searching for the freedom, a gift that he once knew
His mother dead, his father hurt his brother disappeared
This child alone keeps going, there’s nowhere he can go
He searches everywhere for someone he may know
But no one comes to ease his pain,
His search for freedom, all in vain
I watched the news today...
The starving child who walked alone
He walks alone no more
He’s found amid the war zone
crouched, cold and all alone
He stares into his fathers eyes
where pain and anguish clearly lyes
Hand in hand they walk together
father, brother, and memories of mother,
Along a stony path they roam,
towards the tiny shack called home
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
It seems i cant escape
sleep would overtake wake and still it devastates
Depression ;
crushes me with marvelous aggression
Feast for the beast find me deep in its digestion...
Never did i see
the sun shine on me as i sat beneath a tree
Shady ;
victory thrown like Tom brady
Pride chopped off like umbilical on babys...
Lazy summer days
sorrow acrobatic
It set his mind a blaze
tryed to find comfort in a sister softer soul
Left his heart contorted
for every bridge a toll
I guess ;
usually he'd cross and watch it burn
Trying very hard to not forget the lessons learned..
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC