Ruin Poems - Poems about Ruin

... (inhale) aim, undetermined ... what purpose do I serve? what is poetry’s primal essence?!? my words only cover pages that ghost the spaces of better intention ... that garland upon my bro......Read the rest...

...Traversing this realm of consciousness, where the sun is a stranger, Some stuff their ears with gales of light, fleeing from themselves, But there are souls whose song thrives under the moon, scorn......Read the rest...

...What is the future of the Human race The USA’ is no leader today Wrecking the natural world -a disgrace Netanyahu is a war thug forevermore The mid east war -total insanity Humans act horri......Read the rest...

...A thing, a thing so beautiful that even the evil eyes consider it as a obsession. Something so fragile that it can break a person into many pieces, a thing that one experience once in their lifetime......Read the rest...

... May 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 7-9 Key Verse – 1 Chronicles 9:27 And they lodged round about the house of God, because the charge was upon them, and the opening......Read the rest...

...(prelude) the buzzing of the evening insects presage evil ! here are black wolves ! here are ghosts and fiends and here are blackest of demons ! and black be the murk ton......Read the rest...

...Surrender to sleep at last! What a misery, keeping watch all night, wide awake. Soon you’ll succumb to sleep and escape all your troubles. Sleep. — Homer, translation by Michael R. Burch Passage h......Read the rest...

...These are poems about sinking, poems about drowning, poems about loss, and poems about new discoveries we sometimes make while feeling lost... Sinking by Michael R. Burch for Virginia Wool......Read the rest...

...Homer translations Surrender to sleep at last! What an ordeal, keeping watch all night, wide awake. Soon you’ll succumb to sleep and escape all your troubles. Sleep. — Homer, translation by Michae......Read the rest...

...Deep down inside, I carry this constant self-loathing, It's more than just a passing feeling—it's like a heavy burden I can't shake. Some days, I struggle to eat, going without proper meals, And I......Read the rest...

...What is mist in my demeanour, makes me fray when I am touched, the thread is just a little leaner, when the rug is pulled too much. Adjust the light, reduce the glare, the eyes will compensa......Read the rest...

...Do nothings wth tenure poseurs sublime Their barrels sit empty coated with lime The space they take up much better off closed For those they have poisoned — Hades to know (Ha......Read the rest...

... Peter Piper Picked a Peck Right that for instance bugs me Is a peck not a small amount Like a beak or a kiss Did he learn to play the pipes because of his name Maybe he was a plumber So he......Read the rest...

...We drag our ships over shapeless rock and sleep in color this night under lips of blue hemmed shut by the cold the gutting silence rising to devour ......Read the rest...

... You You squeeze my organs until they're ponds of drying mud You steal my sight and leave me helpless without You gnaw at my lips with the force of desert winds, chapping You h......Read the rest...