Devistation poems on Hello Poetry

imadeitallup May 2014

here's to the inappropriate bonds
the secrets that form between us
all of the nights spent hating all
of the things that we'll never admit
and the mornings spent regretting
all the stupid things that we did

you're an alien to me
here you come
with your false light
you come creeping in
the middle of the night
all I'm left with is lost time
I've been violated
in ways I can't explain
and no one believes me

here's to the unforseen devistation
that contact has cost us
all of the days spent as strangers
not to each other but to ourselves
and all of the mornings we wake up
wishing it was yesterday...

you're an alien to me
here you come
with your false light
you come creeping in
the middle of the night
all I'm left with is lost time
I've been violated
in ways I can't explain
and no one believes me

fun little poem that I turned into a song.

#love #cute #youth #punk #lyric #folk #acoustic

jennifer ann Oct 2014

paranoid? part 5

my father sighs "it is terrible, all of those people have lost their homes now... we should be thankful that we have a roof over our heads and clothes to put on our backs, im sure that all of rheir belongins were damaged in that fire." i nod sadly. he has a devistated look in his eyes, my father cares deeply for others. hes very sensitive and things effect him alot more than others. i guess thats where me and charlie got it from, because now i have the same devistated look in my eyes. "did you see the little old woman with the pink nightgown on?" i question. "she looked so lost."
"no, i didn't see an old woman." my father replys with a look of confusion, devistation, and concern. "how could you not see her? she stuck out like a sore thumb." i sadly reply. "she kept watching us..."
"charlotte." my father turns and looks into my eyes, his voice is calm but very serious and stern and he looks shocked and bewildered "there was no little old woman."

#suicide #depression #death #drugs #loss #paranormal #horror

JordanP Apr 2016

Storm Warning

I've always found the storms that come from hurricanes so beautiful, the power they bring yet the elegance that accompanies it. You can feel a rush of what can only be described as a combination of hope bringing adrenaline charges and total agony filling fear. So much changes during the rain falling, wind slamming, lifhtning striking, thunder clapping moments. A sudden occurance of peace followed by a grand finale nothing could ever prepare you for. For a few brief minutes you think the worst has passed. Those aeconds of innocent bliss can be the best feeling you have ever had. What follows though blind sides you harder than any 300 pound line backer ever could. It hits you in the deepest pits of your stomach, twisting your guts until you wish they would just get ripped out. Those hours and days after though, those are the times you realize just how horrible the aftermath really is and all of the sudden all that hope and happiness you found from the beauty of it all disappears. All you can feel is an eternal emptiness building, ppuring out of you. At least with a hurricane others can see the pain, the devistation, the horrific sights of the aftermath. When it comes to my storm though I'm the only one who can feel it. There was a time when I thought you were going to be my paradise. The thing that saved me from the constant storms I have thrashing around my head. Turns out even paradise isn't safe from the beautiful destruction of a hurricane. You have moved on to give another the peace you once brought me while I sit here trying to put myself back together. Your name might not be Katrina, but it may as well be.

Sarah Alana Cayton Sep 2014

An Ocean of Creation

Diving deep in to the ocean of new I found the story of my Creation
And how it was infinitely, You
I found the dreams that turned to screens and the mistakes that held My fate,
and found the meaning of intention and what it means to Create
I found myself,
In every version of you I have ever seen come to,
I found Truth
And the desire to know the fire inside of the wires kept me fueld for The trip that I didn't know I was on
How beautifully unique is that soulful song

When devistation turns to manifestation of a better tomorrow
Who are we to question the path we've been brought on

The weight of the world isn't too much for the sun, but the sun does Not work alone
With the Moon and the stars and Jupiter and Mars,
It is a collaborative effort

To keep us alive

To keep us in the gravitational field that is our lives,
The planets alignment is the blueprint in our eyes,
What we were born with at the perfect time,
To see this day

All of those who came before us worked faithfully to remind
Everyone
How far we truly have come

Our bodies are our Unidentified Flying Objects that keep us clouded in The confusion and until we all wake up and realize,
Its US,
We are stuck

Stuck in a beautiful time in a magical place,
Not able to see its wonder.
Crying out to the Angels in the clouds,
When they are starring at you.
Praying for salvation,
When it has already found you.

Find Your Truth.
Find YOU.
Because I am you, and you are me, and WE, are one atom.
One organism
Breathing the cosmic breath of Earth
Dancing on the ground of our ancestors who we can not see in this Vibration,
But we are dancing with them
And they are smiling through the tears and sending light through your Fears,
Because they know it is eternal

If you have been looking for the Elixr that could keep you here forever,
You have found it.
Within
The flowers of today become the seeds of tomorrow,
And the Angels will bring you water,
If you believe they can

Open your mind,
Breathe into your heart,
Find peace in your presence.

We are here now,
And that is all we need.

Innocent Oct 2014

Hope

A baby cries with pain
Left alone with no one to provide comfort
Nowhere to turn without hearing the screams of anguish
The heat from the explosions choking
Fighting in the name of God and religion
This is not what I had planned
How could things have gone so far off track
Men women children
The scene scorching horrific images to the minds memory
What needs to be done to right the wrongs
Return the balance of nature to its true form
Do I start over or continue to watch and cry
No one truly believes, I hardly believe
The ashes cool leaving a warm haze.
The survivors desberately seeking for everything but praying for anything
The child is heard
****** hands reach into the chaos and
lift the child from the debris
The air goes still as all stare in awe
Smiles spread across their faces
Memories of devistation already starting to fade
The process of rebirth has begun

Elihu Barachel Jan 2015

The Brink

The world teeters one brink, the brink of World War Three
TOTAL DEVISTATION, from which you cannot flee
-
The United States will burn, in atomic fire
The Sheeple will all die...ignored the warning dire
-
Soon very soon, the missiles will all fly
Mushroom clouds and searing heat, is the way you'll die
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VENGENCE you will see, from an angry God
It will break upon your head, for your gluttony and fraud
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After you are killed, you'll be sent to Hell
You should have known you should have known, you should have known **** well

Kevin Michael Kappler Dec 2016

Brothers

Two friends
Who lived two very different lives
Bonded together
As one gave a gift to the other
They helped him thrive.
Disagreements became brilliant debates
Conversations of selfless advice
Helped home to become better equipped to greet motivation
Not devistation.
What gift it is to have the other
Invited into my family
As my brothers.

Matt Jul 2015

Destruction Comes To A Wicked Land

Don't care
If I don't have
Any money

I am tired
Of waiting

Angry and tired

We are waiting on you Lord
The saints will only wait so long
The destruction
The devistation

Let it be terrible, O Lord

The blood of the innocent
Cries out from the ground

Destroy America
By fire
And by water

Great and terrible
Destruction

Destroy this
Wicked government

We are tired
Of Waiting!

— The End —