Best Desecrates Poems

An empty echo bellows from within the depths of a chasm. Endless and cold, it moans an apathy that desecrates the sanctity of love and alters the signal of all feeling and emotion. It reaches and bites the heart, concealing from vision its true mission...

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A world in which love desecrates
A mind into such empty life
Is one you would most likely hate
And stab into yourself a knife
Or one in which you reach for stars
But they still seem so far away
It's hopeless and might break your heart
Or possibly could end your...

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Death By Murder: 

Murky water left to drink 
floating particles of death. 

Erie presence leaves discontent. 
As something wicked floats in it. 

The bone chilling cold wind doth blow 
off Lake Erie with flurry snow. 

Late at night off cold dark shores 
shadows of a...

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Winter Awakens My Care
anonymous Middle English poem, circa 1300
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Winter awakens all my care
as leafless trees grow bare.
For now my sighs are fraught
whenever it enters my thought:
regarding this world's joy,
how everything comes to naught.

Original Middle English text:

Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Nou...

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The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem
Old English Poem (i.e., Anglo-Saxon Poem) from the Exeter Book, ca. 990 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

He who granted me life created this sun
and graciously provided its radiant engine. 
I was gladdened with glees,...

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Poison ivy of assumption
a seed transforms into vines
your very branches tread fine lines. 

Cut off the ones that offend you. 
Watch as the ivy desecrates the character you never were. 
Hearsay convoluted, convictions flawed. 
Are you so jealous or too overzealous? 

Poison Ivy of assumption
ruthless...

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holding onto the fears of our fathers
and to some new forms of paranoia
the wind easily scatters us like feathers
you wouldn’t think we’re the descends of Noah

the mind is divorced from the heart
so desensitised we don’t even cry anymore
the mind is a misguided backhand slap
takes pleasure...

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Titanic battle unfold as foreseen and planned 
Almost the egg and the chick story ever told 
A complex battle and partnership that desecrates 
While they flex for supremacy of a land barren

Tomorrow’s temples lie in reckless shambles   
Good has never been discredited to...

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Remonstrations, protestations, recriminations
In the wake of a calamity that strikes below the belt
In communities decimated and disabled by insinuations
Brought to a head when fickle feelings melt

As tempers in embers flare
In scenarios of utter disbelief prompted by dysfunctions
In families with implicit love deficit declare
A truce among...

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Here today, gone tomorrow
Fate of those who breathe in air.
The mind is sore; the heart is hollow
Grey or not, damn the hair.

How true it unveils,
The world is birthed from the Death's marrow.
Like every other day, He picks His scales
Walking the earth, weighing His cargo?

Whose pay...

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blood of fury desecrates

youngsters maimed by household strife

till church gongs ring of mercy

---love offerings pledged


Contest: Part 2 , Fully Booked
War and Peace
For nette onclaud    23 June 2016...

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I can feel this rage boiling,
Bubbling to the top.
I can feel it catching fire,
Gathering heat nonstop.
Trampled on, belittled, and used,
With pain and anger suppression fused,
Cap to bottle where pressure grew.

A rageful burst ignites a flame,
A violent urge inside creates
An urgent need to purge what’s sane.
So...

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The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem - Part II
anonymous Old English Poem from the Exeter Book, circa 990 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

He who granted me life created this sun
and graciously provided its radiant engine. 
I was gladdened with...

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In this world of sorrows and heartaches,
Some hearts may only know the sounds of grief.
Some souls could not fathom the depth of distress.
"Heaven where art thou?", I used to ask myself. 

The anxious sound of heartbeat that does not fade,
Throws the rock of blame to...

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The streetlights cast empty shadows,
Stretching across the roads of destiny. 
The ghost of a time long past glows,
Echoing secrets long lost to me. 
It’s now the time to rise,
Building up a structure so flawless. 
The bitter man closes his eyes,
Succumbed to a world left lawless....

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