"distruction" poems
Lets stop n slam on somethin' shameful like war and anguish...
'Cause im pretty sure that tremendous termoil and suffering and starvation is the same in all languages...
But something that most of us will never know...
'Cause in this country you tend to grow a fat *** as you grow old.
Give this countries cold dark history a warm embrace, look it in the face!
All this killing, death, distruction, and disease...more war than peace!
Something most of us will never see, much less feel...Because ignoring it is so much easier.
We'd rather be pleasing ourselves than siezing the keys to this country!
Jump in.
Take a sunday drive for freedom.
Sunday football keeps you occupied...
Kicked back in the recliner, while others freeze in the name of the flag.
And your constitution.
And the human condition.
Patriotism is not pretty to the petty.
To...those getting rich, hand over fist...
On your...vacant homes, vacant jobs, and vacant votes.
While they vacate our education with more lousy legislation.
We get lazier and sleezier and sloppier.
We pass judgement on our fellow man...
While we let politicians pass bills that destroy this great land.
Hand over fist, hand over hand...one hand washes the other politicians ****
These dinosaurs with their special interest agendas make me sick.
Stand up strait.
Look at me when I talk to you.
Dont turn a blind eye to all the bodies that once hung from loops...
Remember where we came from.
Re-write history like the bible.
Re-write war and peace.
We call soldiers "property of uncle sam".
Brainwashed to believe in 'the man' and his plans.
Slavery doesn't segregate anymore.
We're all in on this together.
This time.
We stand in unison.
All in on this together.
Revolution is freedom.
Jan 5, 2010
Jan 5, 2010 at 7:27 AM UTC
*She wears fine cloth made from star dust
Sheer and fine
Jewels hang like tears from the edges of her gown
The moon is high and beckoning for her recognition
For this is a time of harvest and the wolves are howling their knowing
Hold tight child in womb all will soon be shown to you
Life returns to dust
As lovers can not agree to let love just be
The light of source is touching the spirit
Making us feel strong
Binding all that is together in its natural rhythm
Drums sound and smoke rises
Lady of this magical night stands forth and offers herself
To the great creator
Creator of distruction as much as creator of spirit
As both are of the same
Bathe in moon lit rivers and spend time with soul
Tomorrow we will hunt and break bread with fools*
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
THE LAST BREADTH OF EARTH
What a human race,
That destroys its own living place,
Looking just for a minute comfort,
They flew the Earth to distress,
They cut the trees which are like its lifeline,
They still use the plastic which is leading it to death time,
They still increase the population which leads water to dry,
They still waste the water which causes many farmers to die,
They try to find new planet to live,
But they don't think to save Earth from being killed,
They don't try to stop nuclear experiments,
But they only try to do sustainable developments,
They increase the global warming like population,
Even they blamed nature and god for its increasing destruction,
They killed all the humanity of them,
They only worked to earn name and fame,
Their activities started destroying mankind,
Then some people kneked that they are destroying human kind,
Even they are the most intelligent animals,
They behaved like dull animals,
Humans behaved like most greedy animals,
They behaved like each others pradetor,
Love for others died in humans,
Desire to help others is being rear to hear,
They gave a new birth to distruction,
Then the nature started to make destruction,
Water crisis were only starring,
Then an Earthquake came to give a notice,
Other scenes are in front of humans,
If they won't stop then nature will show a big misbehavior,
This is the time to refresh the Earth,
This is the time to save the Earth. Written by : SHASHANK KARN
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
Tired of the torment and distruction,
Countless sleepless nights, filled with worry and dred. Home is your shelter where one goes to find refuge,
Shouldn't it be?
Tip toe from room to room,
Finding solitude amongst isolation.
Try to build a safe haven.
**** you for tearing it down, trying to break down these walls that took me my life to build.
You,
You're nothing, worthless, I almost pitty you but that would mean you're worthy of my thoughts.
Hate you? I don't.
Despise you? I don't.
You hold nothing over me, apart from the one I fear for.
How dear you break her and tear her down,
You will never amount to be even half of who she is.
Justice will be served on a silver platter,
You won't see it coming,
I hope then you'll live in fear.
And I'll be able to sleep through the night.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
There's nothing glamorous
About kneeling on the cold bathroom floor
Staring into the toilet
At your dinner
With a finger down your throat
And an imaginary gun to your head
Trying to quiet your heaving
So your family doesn't wonder
And not stopping until you are empty
Until you are sure that every ounce of your enemy that we call food is out of your body
The same body your mother spent hours and hours pushing out of her so your beauty could be shared with this word
Your body which was once a vessel for beauty and love
But has now become a vessel for your self hatred and distruction
No
There's nothing glamorous
About staring into the mirror
After its all said and done
Looking into your blood shot eyes
Searching for something that was lost when you rid yourself of that food
Running your hands under warm water
Trying to wash away the scent and shame
But no matter how hard you scrub
No matter how much soap you use
No matter how strong the water pressure is
They linger
And linger
And linger
No
There's nothing glamorous
About your mother looking at you with tear filled eyes
And asking if you're doing "it" again
Because she can't even stomach to say what "it" is
Almost like you can't stomach the thought of being away from a toilet for more than a few hours
And all you reply with is a dishonest no
You watch as she slowly dies inside
Because she knows no means yes
And she pleads with you
"Why" she cries
And you don't even bother to answer
Because even as sick as you are you know how twisted your reasoning is
No
There's nothing glamorous
About your life revolving around the next time you can get to a toilet
When all you can think about is that next purge
That next release
That next cleanse
Because when you purge you're not only purging your food
But you're purging all those thoughts of stopping, all those thoughts of getting better
When that food hits the water those thoughts quiet
All you hear is "get it out" "get it all out"
They are silenced by your need to be perfect
To be thin
No
There's nothing glamorous
About soar throats
And mouth soars
Scared knuckles
And puffy cheeks
No
There's nothing glamorous
About slowly destroying your body
Your body which is now just a peetry dish for your sick thoughts
Everyday
From the inside
Out
Trust me
I know
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
Your pink silky touch makes my body go through seizures.
My veins are homeless, smothered in poverty and have been craving for soul food.
Im in a cacoon. My peace sign fingers in between my flower are working overtime,pumping and extracting the pollen of satisfaction.
It drips all over your white sheets. An eye of feasting awaits.
The movement of our soul connection is stoccatto. A two second breathing and rest from the uphill journey must occur.
Like a paint brush,your lips paint your intense emotions on my body. An abstract piece of art is what i reflect and look like.
You broke the cacoon.
Freed the catapillar of distruction and void.
The butterfly roams around in delight and euphoria.
My flower is embroided with your aura, little stitches of love threads hang down my thighs.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
Eons old ink
Echo from the depths of the sea where the distelfink
Lay. It’s resting place discovered by divers who deserve to sink.
Not because of their ability to dive, but because of their ability to lip-synch.
What do I do, and to whom do I do it to? Think
I must, for I am on the brink
Of collapse. Do I go on living; knowing full well that this paper, on the brink
Of destruction, will lay forever on the bottom of the ink
Colored water from which my work was discovered. Think,
For my life depends on it, the life of my beloved distelfink.
This whole tiddly-wink of a subject puts a kink in my ability to lip-synch.
Wow, what a link I thought, might this have something to do with the ancient sink?
Yes, yes, but of course, the sink
Of my past people; presented nicely in the present. My people, on the brink
Of destruction, now have but one hope…my ability to lip-synch.
Where is my paper? Where is my ink?
I must create more, more distelfink!
What can I do, this is such a stink? How can I think
About the distelfink? When I must think
Solely about the outcome, the cease of distruction, to our precious ancient sink.
No, no my brain of pink must help me render up some distelfink.
**** my mind is not in sync! My body is on the brink
Because of how much I have to double-think. The ink
Will not flow, and with that, in a wink, I’ve lost my ability to lip-synch.
Outthink, outwit, out measure, I must regain my gift of lip-synch.
This cannot happen unless the cross-link in my brain fixes itself and allows me to think.
What will happen if my ability to think and cross-link forces me to ink?
Like an octopus scared for it’s life, scared that we may never save the sink.
Like blue-birds that can’t sing, I am on the brink
Of madness, madness at the thought of never completing my distelfink.
What if I never complete my distelfink.
Will I ever be able to lip-synch?
Will I constantly be on the brink
With the thought of not being able to think?
Will I save my people, my sink?
It all depends on my eons old ink.
Eons old ink creates pink water soaked distelfink
As it flows into the sink and out as lip-synch.
I must think or I will stay forever on the brink.
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 9:05 AM UTC
If man follows evolution
He'll come to distruction
No more revolutions
Nothing like reconstrution
A little humiliation?
One more deduction
No such thing as a nation
No chance for creation
A Sea of Tranquility
Only elimination, Mother Earth's abortion
What about salvation? Not even mutation?
We've lost our ambition, so we loss our reincarnation?
No more benedictions? Only discrimination?
A Sea of Tranquility?
Total annihlation? Call it "Holy Assaignation"
We should find our anticipation confronted with meditation
With no reservation for our obligation
There is no solution for a simple conclusion
A Sea Of Tranquility?
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
a misty reflection
in the mirror
of life
a fragile shadow
on the wall
of boundaries
a deep echo
in the tunnel
of thoughts
a soft whisper
in the voice
of dreams
a broken emotion
in the beat
of hearts
a flashback
in nightmares
of death
a roller coaster
in the subconscious
of minds
a thunder storm
in dilemma
of souls
a water mark
in the shade
of light
an immersion of words
in a baptism
of truth
an ultraviolet ray
in a shattered prism
of glass
a moonless sky
in presumption
of total eclipse
a tempting apple
in the garden
of forbidness
a holy angel
in dark joy
of sacred sin
an ardent paramour
in fervent yearning
of passion
a jealous lover
in distruction
of love
a stop watch
in the beginning
of time
a deep crack
in the crust
of the earth
an earthquake
in the seizmic core
of hot lava
a forest path
in a wild jungle
of tamed lions
a gold circle
in waterfalls
of a crazy affair
a wave of trust
in the vast ocean
of betrayal
a soften glacier
on the bedrock
of seperation
a chequers game
in bereavement
of a king
a monopoly
in the loss
of forever
a white swan
in the well
of a lake
a weeping petal
of a daisy
in last goodbye
a new today
in yesterday's
tomorrow
a big question mark
on the edge
of destiny.
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 11:01 PM UTC
(not really a poem, just thoughts)
(This is what I think God would want me to say in this time)
Beloved, listen carefully in these days
There are some who will try everything in their power to get you to stop fighting for what you believe. To get you to forget, and do something you’ll regret.
People will tell you that you cant do what you want to achieve in Me.
They will beat you, spit on you telling you your worthless, and not good enough.
BUT LISTEN to Me, I tell you, forget them. Keep their foolish words as far away from your soul as you can. Because if you listen, they will spiritually destroy you, Beloved, remember what the enemy wants. Division, distruction, and to slowly get you to crawl back to your old ways, and loose sight of Me.
But I say do not dwell In your old ways, throw them to the bottom of the ocean and leave them.
I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE SURFACE, I care about your heart. If you want an encounter from me, be real with me….
PERFECT LOVE CASTS OUT ALL FEAR..
your mouth could be saying yes but your heart….says no… I don’t look at you as people on this earth, only looking at the surface. I care about your heart.
When you have FEAR, it exposes and takes over you and it controls you and makes you lack hope in ME….
Beloved,
There is nothing in this life that I give you, that will be to difficult for you. You WILL go through trials and hard ships to get you to the place were you will listen, it will be hard but if that’s what it takes to bring you to your knees and hear Me, it will only cause you to grow more like me spiritually. Yet I will NOT leave you. Do NOT live your life in fear, of what other people think, don’t live your life striving to be perfect, you will only fall farther and farther into the devils pit of lies.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC
Humans are scary creatures.
The way we look at one another.
The judgements.
The assumptions.
The hidden motives in our actions.
Sometimes it's easier to just be alone.
But this is looked upon as a flaw in our behavior.
Anti-socialism is so widely misunderstood.
If you cannot function in group settings peacefully,
You must be some sort of freak.
Or maybe this black sheep would just rather avoid the distruction our species seems to create.
It's safer to just be by yourself.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
Death comes water clad,
Distruction’s own water waves;
Monsoon’s killer rush!
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
It's not a bad thing to make mistakes
But overdoing it can make aches.
Sin came from our desires
It is a force that tempts us to lit our fire.
Sin causes lives into distruction
And make people cry in unsatisfaction.
Naive people,sinning to earn self happiness.
Selfishness is the start of fights.
War, and more sin which is made by human kind.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
Breaking news
Back to our existence a Big bang theory was a comic story,
the only big bang that happens every day brings distruction
it was the sound of a bullet escaping a gun to find home in a spinal cord
in other news
cracks were discovered in a happly married man.
we are all broken after all.
till death bring us together, for another funeral called revaluation.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
Ignorance leads to distruction.
It is more sad if you are avoiding the situation.
Nothing is risky than watching a loving heart drawn in sorrow and pain of disappointment.
And never having that time to turn back the hands of time.
"If only" will just be words that will infect your wounds.
And I will still be left alone to cry.
Please don't be too ignorant.
Open up your eyes and depart from your world for a little while.
I have gotten rid of mine and i have found myself in one I made for us.
Don't say love is risky when you know it is worth trying.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
Why must I be the one to heal those who are broken, wounded and injured?
Why must I be the one to fill those who are empty?
Why must I be the one to love those who are unloved?
Why must I be the one who is so selfless and giving?
Why must I be the one who loves all and hate none?
Why must I be the one to give too many second chances to those who do not deserve it at all?
Why must I be the one to believe that in everyone there is good, regardless of what kind of person they are?
You ask me all these questions, you ask me 'Why do you do all these things?'
Because I still believe in man kind, I still believe there is good in everyone.
As much as there is bad and evil in people, they cannot be totally corrupted...
There is still good in those who are on the wrong path.
I still believe that humanity and altruism is not lost.
I believe that there are people who truly care, truly love,
Even though we are surrounded by negativity such as misery, hate, envy, lust, pain,
I still believe there is good in people, that there is still hope for us all.
I hate war. I hate people suffering.
I hope one day I will be able to make a difference, even if its insignificant, even if its only a little change
I still want to make a difference.
Even if I can save one soul, one person from total distruction...
Then not all hope is lost...
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
How is it that
_everyone_
Is so good at
_destroying themselves_
?
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
not a way to worry
not a place to be
looking for a place with sunshine
is allright with me
the bubbles of distruction
in my mind
just a man
with calm feelings
is all you'll find
as a tranquil time
brings me to a rhyme
and a peacful sight
keeps me sublime
cause i'm blasting high way in the sky
going to my peacful paradise
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
I love this poem, but it is going to break my heart. For
I wanted life for my Love. There were such beautiful things about him.
Yet, the demons in him sought his death in ways so cruel.
He was Man who loved family, friends, and thrilled to living life within
Brief moments; when the ugly moments waned or his demons tired out.
The distruction, which we have made will drive us to our own, I've seen.
If I were a brain surgeon I would have gone in and exspunged the parts
That slowly ate at your heart, my Love, my always Love.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
Where were you when the world stood still ?
When all were forever changed
When terror struck from explosive skies
Tears falling from disbelieving eyes
Haunting memories
Scarring the mind
Leaving remnants of the most barbaric kind
As buildings fell
Hit the ground
Utter chaos
All around
Assassination was deviously planned
Can you believe
By our fellow man
What have they done! There's been nothing gained?
Only fear distruction heartache pain
Jihad the battle their belief to fight
"Two wrongs"
"Never make a right"!
This day forever will always
Remain
Tarnished by the devils stain
Can't comprehend it
Never will !
Forget all those killed
The day the world stood still. ........
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
But maybe you'll catch me
on a day like today
when the world is languid, when
the very air hangs around us, stifling all
words but mine. You see, today
I am glorious. I am filled with fire
and purpose. Oh, you
who I have not yet forgotten
or know, wait till you catch up
on a day like today. My laughter
is bright and my eyes are clear
and I am so full of energy you will
ignore the one off note
in my symphony, the one aftertaste
you can't quite place.
Dearest
on days like these I am
effulgent, magnetic, insanely, wildly tempting,
I am the siren call in the storm, promising
a safe harbor from the tempest you have
failed to notice I am creating.
On days like these I will beckon
and you will come, ignoring the bitterness
I leave on your tongue
and the clamminess I leave on your hands and
the dead look in my sparkling eyes.
On days like these I am running headlong
blind, willingly unseeing, heady with unspoken promise
to my distruction. If you want
you can come along for the ride.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
I'm all for the truth
Even if it hurts
I prefer the pain of honesty,
Not the pleasure of lies
If you hate me,
Can't you just say you do
Can you just let me go?
Staying here is burning me alive
I want freedom, to be apart from you
You're my keyless locks, chaining me down
Guitless, you ravage, my life, my sanity
Leave me be, it's only distruction you're causing
I'm almost done trying, I just don't want
To give up.
Just let me go
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 9:28 PM UTC
**Why world carries lot's of tension,
When will we live to stay in peace,
War gives us destroyed countries ya developed countries,
What will we achieve after world war
Lot's of dead bodies and no life existence in countries.
Who will give award or reward to any countries who goes for war,
Mass destruction of bodies and heritages ,
Will World War give prosperity to humanity.**
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
I opened myself
Arms stretched
Welcomed
Into his bed.
Uncaring of
What it will cost me.
Why
Am I this way?
*** is Binding
Intertwined unspeakably
Beyond lifetimes
And far past
Our hearts
Own Comprehension.
We mold together
Passion overwhelming
Self destruction
Igniting
With each ******
Left lingering
For eternity
Between ruin and bliss.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC