"rubbles" poems
It shakes. Lives are lost. Cultural history is all in rubbles.
It shakes. There's nowhere to run.
It shakes. Leaves our minds and bodies shaking in fear.
Hope this passes soon.
Pray for Nepal.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
‘Arson’,
Cries the enslaved gunpowder path ,
That bridged our realms , of love and lust;
For beyond the rubbles , of Cupid’s wrath,
We are but orphan specks of dust.
So now,
Dwell we in the realms ,of those forgotten,
And to every legend , vanquished by rust,
Remind with verses bold , bitter but seldom rotten,
That We are but orphan specks of dust .
For every silent ballad
Raging in distant lands ;
For every broken dream
Swallowed in temporal sands;
For every dewdrop that will never burst ;
We are but orphan specks of dust .
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
I don't believe in fairytales
it's really not my thing,
I've never told my children tales
of dragons and of kings.
We’ve watched some shows
on the T.V
of Rubbles and the Stones,
we watched them drive around their cars
of ***** rocks and bones.
I’ve read them poems
of ancient deeds,
they rode a trojan horse.
Those bards of old
could tell a tale,
words of truth of course.
We’ve sung our songs
of buses wheels,
and Irish unicorns,
but now we hear
the beating drum
marching until morn.
I don’t believe in fairytales,
it’s really not my thing,
I will not teach them, I’m too prim
they really are quite Grimm.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Fighting demons
Bursting bubbles
He's in my head
Among the rubbles
Seeing that most things get done
He works at it from moon till sun
He tilts at windmills only he can see
Please meet.... Don Quixote
My affliction
or my soul
hearing voices
takes its toll
Fighting what may not be there
And if it's not, why should I care?
Before the windmills in my mind
Don Quixote....you will find
An empty veldt of muddled thoughts
On a crooked road to nowhere
A wasteland of x's and noughts
With no way to get there
A wilderness of abstract themes
And wishes that I need share
The guardian of what I write
Tilting windmills in my minds air
Hidden loves
Broken hearts
So much to do
just where to start
No Sancho Panza by his side
In my head he's stuck inside
Keeping madness at arms length
Don Quixote...my minds strength
Unfinished tales
Broken dreams
So little time
Or so it seems
A wayward soldier on his way
What windmills will he fight today?
The thoughts I write reveal what's me
Allowed outside by Quixote
An empty veldt of muddled thoughts
On a crooked road to nowhere
A wasteland of x's and noughts
With no way to get there
A wilderness of abstract themes
And wishes that I need share
The guardian of what I write
Tilting windmills in my minds air
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
Look at world with simplest eyes;
A child in wonder why black is night
Nor why does sun makes you blind—
Watch flowers in the field of rubbles,
Chase butterflies with love in mind;
To be free of spoilers and stereotypes,
O, child look at them with simplest eyes.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC
It groans at the anticipation of what
is wanted in moments it is fulfilled in
yummy goodness that is plentiful but
It lingers on echoes that talked to its
yearning "FEED ME TILL FULL.
But a belly is a misunderstood thing
for not always is it hunger, but where
thirst creeps in. It talks in code that
need too be drunk upon, till dehydrated
fades away, that means real thirsty to all of us.
It talks so much like an echo of what
it had digested but now no longer full.
"My belly is singing a sad song,
It rumbles like a lion does roar.
I'm found through cupboards, standing
on the sideboard to see what delicacy's
can be ingested to make my belly proud.
but my belly makes a gurgle a little too loud.
My mummy pops a head a foot a hand
waving at me as my tummy rubbles on.
Then she listens to it playing its sad song,
A little tummy needs yummy to fill it up.
A filling sandwich, a drink of milk to get
my thirst filled up. Then my song sings no
more as a tummy now filled up. "Burp,
that was a thank you it liked it very much.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 8:12 AM UTC
Forsaken customs of relations,
A spate of friendship disconnection,
And everyone is becoming judgemental,
Full of fear to let words through their dental,
My tongue in never afraid-my heart is never twitching,
I'll speak the truth even if you call it ********
These are the ruins of friendship,
Over there are the rubbles of patnership,
We have reached the extremities,
And we have paraded vanities,
All these hatred notions in your mind,
But I'm not moved, I'm one of a kind.
I won't bow down to correct things,
The discomfort lies within the beings,
You are the coffee in the cup I averted,
Staring you in contempt-cause I hated,
To drink that was never in my favorite,
So I'll lay on the ground just to fly a new kite.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC
First off, you probably already know I am a people hoarder. I keep everyone close to my heart, even the ones I know I shouldn't. But like poison, you crept into my blood stream and choked me. You watched me suffer and scream for help and watched, because that is what you are - a watcher.
I want you to know this wasn't an easy decision to make. Regardless of good or bad, you played a role in my life and kept the balance going. But I've decided to disrupt the balance - as silly as it sounds. I told myself I was going to give, and give until I have nothing left to give. But I've seen emptiness. And the dark scares me.
I've realized that it is pointless to **** myself for someone who doesn't see my worth. Call me petty, call me self-centred. I will not sacrifice for someone whose intention is to use me. There is, a fine line between being kind and naive. Unfortunately, it was you who made me realize the difference.
I'm sorry you mistakened my kindness for " hey please step all over my head because I'd never find out anyway. " I'm sorry you thought I hadn't heard of the story of broken glass. When glass breaks, you can fix it. It'll just never look the same. Glue, tape - hate, love. I tried it all. It never really does work, you know. The story isn't cooked up.
I'm sorry you took my company for granted because I don't know if my absence will affect you - but I should learn how to no longer care. Don't get me wrong, it's going to hurt. But sometimes you have to just pull through - because that is exactly what life is about.
Having you in my life has affected me terribly in some ways. You watched as I hit my lowest - as I fell into deep rubbles, as I walked out of it fighting, only to hit the ground again every single time. I'm sorry you had to see the worst of me, and didn't know what to do or say. I forgive you - you didn't deserve to see me that way, I apologize.
I still wish you the very best in everything that you do. You were once upon a time all I thought I needed, but it is time to let go. I loved you then, I love you still. I'll light up candles for you occasionally, and I am sorry it had to end this way.
Take care, stranger. I think I'll miss you forever.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
Twisting, writhing bodies
All in rhythm to the beat
Their bodies keeping perfect time
To the movement of their feet
A hot and humid dance floor
All in the bands control
Except one wayward dancer
Dancing like a newborn foal
I loved her when I saw her
Arms akimbo, who knows where
Dancing to a different drummer
Face obscured by flying hair
She had the rythym of a metronome
That was broken, out of beat
And in my mind I could just picture
Barney Rubbles flying feet
She didn't care what they were playing
She surely couldn't keep in time
While they were playing four beats
She was hearing at least nine
She didn't care if people watched her
She danced alone and had her fun
sometimes she just kept dancing
long after the song was sung
I don't know what she was hearing
What song was playing in her mind
She was light upon her feet
but she was heavy upon mine
She danced with full emotion
She let the music draw her in
She danced where ever it would take her
She couldn't dance...is that a sin?
I loved her sense of freedom
She couldn't dance and didn't care
I'm just as bad as she is
And now we're a timeless dancing pair.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
Took a little walk
down the empty streets
Not knowing that you'll be the friend
to come along with me.
Picking flowers along every aisle
Hoping to create a magnificent bouquet
But I never knew for sure
that they'd die soon, all the same.
crash, clash, dash, smash
Told you to stay, to not take the risk,
but you still took a step--
The road has been paved
with the broken glass
of shattered promises.
Hopes and dreams, ruthless lies
Obscure imagery, my mind creates-
that my eyes can never see.
Smokes and ashes, there's no boundary
May have picked the rubbles
to reconstruct the whole,
but you built a peephole instead.
It could have been
my first time to see,
but the picture was blurred.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
The storm rubbles in the eye
Of the man who never said goodbye
The lilac clashes against the fire
Home is the one place he is the liar
And the passion of flames fills his ears
The loudest screams, he does adhere
From the doubt he set at an early age
Caught in the cycle of endless rage
The scarred lips touch his own
The array of curls is not unknown
To the limit of time he did not speak
But in the stars the fire does seek
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 12:21 AM UTC
"As you prepare to hop into New Year and celebrate its Newness, ponder and think of Aleppo-Syria, S.Sudan, Congo and many warring Nations. Pray that 2017 may be a year of peace and consolation."
ALEPPO!
For Humble Humanities of Aleppo-Syria, S. Sudan, Congo and all Warring Nations, Peace be upon you!
Aleppo, beautiful Aleppo
There only as a desolate sad memory!
Aleppo, a sadly stolen ivory
Aleppo, cry-tears without a drain-dry
Aleppo, last of light
She has fallen, fatally
Beautiful bride of Arabia
O sweet heart of Syria
A rubble of rust dust
She lays lost and desperate
Scraps-a mass of maimed mess
Aleppo, a tale of was
Aleppo, a lonely woman in deep grief
Aleppo, a loner lost in her wilderness of laments
Aleppo, Aleppo, fallen yet not mourned
Aleppo, suffering yet not aided
Aleppo, dilapidated yet of sweet taste
Aleppo, fallen, fallen to unrecyclable waste
Aleppo, pathetic crumbled rubbles of past pretty paste
Aleppo, women mourning
Aleppo, men groaning
Aleppo, children moaning
Aleppo, wasted, as world silent watches
Aleppo, true, war profits some, war is a profiting business!
War funds Big Uncle Sam and his Allies’ economies
For Aleppo falls in silences of his bullish bragging democracies
Like Libya, like Syria, like Afghanistan, like Iraq……
All falls to their allied mercenaries
Women suffers, men labours, children’s-offers of overs
Aleppo, a wreck of debris, a forgotten woman
Aleppo, a ***** and left woman
Aleppo, a defiled and done man
Aleppo, a molested and mutilated child
Aleppo, a shell of hanging skeletons
Aleppo, bones and fleshes long gone
Aleppo, fallen, fallen into an eternal sleep!
Aleppo, fare-thee-well: Aleppo, rest-in-eternal-peace!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
Contradiction
Let me start this crucifixion
****** living backwards
Back masking long lasting
Hidden Agenda
For Propaganda
My visions like the Colors of Panda
Black and white wrong to right
Still battling sable Can't hold the Fight
12 rounds Strong I can't give up
Looking down at the corrupt
Which jayz and ricky tell the truth
But they sticky?
riding with Guns following the Luminous One
Lucifer the bearer of the Light
Caught a ***** of the Spotlight
Foot was In inches In
To fortune and fame but enticed to Sin
How can I win? The game.that's designed
For them to Win to When no Pretend
No surrender I can attest
I'm for World Peace no Ron Artest
I might be arrested for telling the truth
Secretive fiber optics
Phone tapping to give the news Hot Topics
Lock a ***** up Pens making Profits
Politics I drop it knowledge
Hidden on the Plain
I'm tryna tare down the R and R domain
That's Rockefeller and Rothschild
Took many shots but still I smile
Lost in the wild young Ghetto Child
hell on Earth demons catching Mirth
The meek shall inherit
I ain't coming to be a Hero far from.Zero
Violent Hero all you haters can duck sick my Bicho deep throat
Now ya know I don't play **** the radio airplay
Now Radio stations whatcha got to say
Parlay
In the Streets is where sense my Heartbeat
I feed the Need hungerin for Change
Excursion Money never Splurgin
Game tight like a ******
The Devil is a lie that's why I'm urging
For ya to know the truth
The rap game done took a turn
Hells fire consuming Earth soon to Burn
Left to rubbles uh
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
I've let her tears rain down
To the point that I think
I'm gonna drown
they cover my chest
straight down to the ground
and I don't think I can make it.
They have filled the cracks
and rushed the halls
destroyed racks, tables, curtains and all.
and all for what?
Because our hearts would never stop
the continuous brawl
and sorry is buried deep beneath
this ridiculous free fall.
Stop the tears
before you fill my lungs
and choke me to death.
Life has differences
and they are the causes
of our loves last breath.
I still love just a little doubt.
Like a deserts well during a drought.
I will be filled again.
So just Absorb me
in your house of tears
and let me hang by the ear
in the basement with my fears and troubles.
Until it collapses and we are left beneath
the rubbles masses.
Trying to breathe for air
hoping that someday
we would actually care.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
What else there is in life
Other than our struggle to thrive
The rest are just bluffs
By those, who are not worthy enough
Unworthy enough
To face the world's ravaging
But worthy enough
To sit tight and keep dreaming
To keep on dreaming, and dreaming
By their sleep in the night
By their wake in the day
Comes silently screaming, and screaming
They want change, difference, recognition
Things they don't possess, nor see
Which they will achieve and be
With the might of their creation
The dreams they dream, are different
The dreams they dream, are irrelevant
They escapes from this darkness
Into a world they created, upon the rubbles of their sadness
Pain, misery, disappointment
Carved in, like a mine of silver
As they keep on sitting, sleeping, wondering
As they keep on dreaming, and dreaming
They have power over their world
They have control over their universe
They are the gods of their own
They are the ones we ignore
pummeled down by society
abandoned their own sanity
But they will live on
Oh, yes, the daydreamers lives on
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
“Energy can
neither be created nor destroyed
But it can be transformed”,
Textbook says
Years after, I realize,
Love is that energy
And it can be felt, and
Reflected.
No one ever wish to see,
Debris of Love
Rubbles of Love
In divinity it resides
Paradox airs
War, for Peace
Fuel, of Crash
Let’s find a new way
To conserve the energy
A call for humanity.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
you are always leaving me
yet waiting is what i do best
i collect every fragment of you
and let it fill the void inside
but remnants are never enough
is it wrong for me to desire?
to talk about our future together
as you lay under the rubbles
of your ruined past?
i am no virtuous saint
but i want to leave this hell
yet waiting is what i do best
Oct 16, 2021
Oct 16, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
here's to the ones
who live past the pain
here's to the hearts that ache.
here's to the ones
who swim through the stains
of lonely past-framed loves.
here's to the ones
that dream.
here's to the ones
that hope for a future
a dance with the day
that takes toes from the ground.
a ballad with air
an air-struck floating found
in romance.
here's to the ones
who look for the heart
leap without looking
for the girl
and the mess they made.
i'll always remember
her flame.
here's to the poets
who dream.
here's to the words
they leave.
i'd fall without looking
and tumble into her
again.
her heart was so freezing
i spent a month sneezing
but i think i would do it again.
here's to their hearts
and the mess they made.
bring on the rebels,
her rubbles,
and both of our devils.
bring on her smile,
and how she dared to
dream.
here's to you
for daring to extremes.
here's to me
capturing our feelings
foolish as it may seem.
here's to the future.
and here's to our hearts
for living their dreams.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
There is a storm
That is turning hearts into story tellers
And Wise elders chanting an ode to sadness
Hoping its fists could claw a way out
Of their sullen eyes and stretch just far enough
To polish the clouded thoughts of quiescent beings
A storm of gray splatters on otherwise perfectly blue skies
Filled with reflections of first school days, and Makeshift street stadiums
A storm of children turned into ghosts
Haunting the mausoleums that these streets have become
As the gray splatters slowly turned into ****** ones
And the trust of men was put into guns
Instead of other humans
As though cold lifeless metal
Could compete with a beating heart
As though men who happen to be white
Are most appropriate to decide who wins the battle
No body wins the battle, No body wins in war
There are only rubbles, and catacombs
For the comfortable ones, who convinced themselves
That they were bestowing favors on the dying
Fleeing death is apparently not a good enough reason
To be deserving of a land that was never even ours
And mourning little boys found on shores
is only good until the hashtag is out of season
so you tell me, does sadness reside in the pity
of a heart seeking reassurance of its goodness
or does it surrender when it meets the resilience
of children who made their roofs out of starry nights
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
I'm the river that runs dry throughout the year in the Sahel,
I'm the tree from which you cut down to recreate ,
I'm the sun that sets in the west and rises from the East in the wake of the dawn,
I'm the moonshines that light up your darkness when the tears dry up,
I'm the streams along the nile that drive the thirst back to dead waters ,
I'm the blooming white verbana when the ray of the sun hits through ,
I'm the stings that pollinate the spawn seeds on the meadows,
I'm the flakes that form snow blankets concealing the crevasses,
I'm the desert sand that burns and boils through the feet of a poor orphan child during the summer noontide ,
I'm the dirt on your path when the heavy drops hits the sands on a wet spring eve,
I'm earth's concealed treasures you use to raise metal bars to guard your fears,
I'm the stones you collect to raise shelters that trap you together yet awfully apart
I'm life's seeds lashing on travellers of earth to disperse across state lines
I'm the border crossings birds can't see
I'm the thorn that stands guard beneath the blooms of majestic roses
I'm the looming darkness that permits the hunter's prey on the wildebeest
I'm aurora and my light will guide you through the northern lines
I'm the purity of the breeze that slaps your cheeks over the eastern horizon
I'm the eagle swimming across the dark clouds with its might awakening the strength in the weak,
I'm the womb that carries the supposed stains but a new beginning,
I'm the cries of the oppressed coming from the crumbles and the rubbles on a ****** night ,
I'm the hunger that keeps you awake piercing through the slums,
I'm the pain , the sorrow , the tears ,
I'm the broken pieces inside of you ,
I'm the washed out dreams, the stolen future, the lost hope, the dead ends.
I'm the freedom you die fighting for .
I'm the hope that lifts you up at dawn to thrive,
I'm the dream that paddles its way to shore,
I'm the future, as bright as a supernova
I'm the love, the passion, I'm your truth, the reason
I'm the happiness you envision at the end of the line .
I'm nature with all its might, I am life.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
When you fall asleep
You forget our tired weep
Everything all at once
In this shared past
These forgotten troubles
Series of painful rubbles
Moving forward onto dawn
But only stay here with your yawn
Close your eyes my dear
There’s nothing left to fear
It’s a quiet night downtown
There is no reason to frown
We’re away from the world
Let’s not get hurled
By all these sad and strange goodbyes
We speed down the road ahead
Trying to get to our bed
With highway thoughts and a clustered mess
Darling, I’m just trying my best
As we all share these sad goodbyes
Parting away from these retired lies
Keep your closed eyes of beautiful blue
Driving away, Darling, I wish this wasn’t true
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
on these waves, quiet crawls
war, with fish, plays; stillness laughs
since you, no more, do.
it's not fair, Aylan.
why'd you leave mother again?
for that heartless land
Ghalib weeps in sleep
says you went to see baba.
Aylan, why'd you go?
out the sea’s warm arms?
—that shore is cold as people
people cold as ice
sleep on Aylan— they
can hear now; you, your people.
Syria and you.
you've sparked up a flame
but don't you see? they love flames—
smokes, blasts and rubbles
can't you read the winds?
say they, stay far from humans
say they, please come back
wont you please come back?
to these safe waters, Aylan.
we're calling for you.
we're calling for you.
you who the fireflies await
we're calling for you.
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
i was there when it happened:
when the clowns fell off the bandwagon -
when the curtains burned down,
and the farce ran out of fashion;
when the savages dispatched -
their army of assassins.
i was there, when the world stood still
in a void so deep no beauty could fill;
when the mountain of lies -
crumbled back to a molehill;
when the rubbles rained like hellfire,
and truth had lost its will.
i was there, when the wrath of the masses -
echoed the streets, and shattered the glasses;
i later reflected, on the root of the violence -
there wasn't a good defense for the upper classes.
i close my eyes, and wait for dawn;
lay half-asleep, with the curtains drawn:
agamemnon's doom, forever lives on -
i'm still here -
and the show goes on...
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC