Debris Poems

Debris poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of debris poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on debris are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Debris

The Debris short poem

Give me the whole of a fragment, I am standing on a frozen lake of inadequate compassion. The totality of implications frightens. Look deep in my eyes you may find the plumage of the green peacocks. They are gone. Walk

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Poems containing references to : Debris

Sea Of Silence

Sea Of Silence short poem

In the sea of silence, Is a debris of the truth That wounds the core, And reigns the heart. A fight in silence, Comfort not lasting, Of a memory alone, With an intense feeling. A cry from the mind, Of

Darkness, Rain And Farmers

Darkness, Rain And Farmers ode

Two stars partially shrouded with clouds, Standing in the terrace to behold the glimmering horizon, That was Sikkim. Days after the torrential rain, And death People’s bodies were beneath the debris, And trees Be it heat or frigid, poorer dies.

Attention

Attention prose poem

I was feeling depressed as none paid attention to me I thought best way to get attention is to die & I tried I took out a long rope to hang The rope cut and I fell down I took

The Artist

The Artist short poem

When the broken records play The grooves of profound agony, they may Watch the peace they built The piece squelched to silt. When forgotten verses cried out all the pain And the tears saw the fort fell apart To the

Nailed To The Cross

Nailed To The Cross short poem

There are no crows by that side of the road just dust and debris from the long-fallow field and that legless marionette hanging from a frame it never seems to age, its expression unchanging a glint of oversized eyes, vicious

The Question That Eludes Us

The Question That Eludes Us prose poem

It’s not the answer but the question that eludes us Leaving us no choice but to render an answer Without knowing the reason Like some sandy trail that the wind has obliterated In a vast and infamous desert Having nothing

Attention

Attention long poem

I was feeling depressed as none paid attention to me I thought best way to get attention is to die & I tried I took out a long rope to hang The rope cut and I fell down I took

Again Falling In Love

Again Falling In Love short poem

I don’t belong to me, to you, to her, to him. Who are you, I ask myself again falling in love for a tender shoot, uncoiling under the debris of unfaithful corners? I was watching a small birdie hopping against

The Pressing

The Pressing prose poem

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with

The Wasteland Limericks

The Wasteland Limericks short poem

The world it was changed with aplomb, When they let loose the nuclear bomb. After living in fear For many a year, Now it’s time to leave Vault 101. But fighting the bandits is hell, When your shotgun does run

The Pressing Redux

The Pressing Redux long poem

“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun

No Grand Landing

No Grand Landing short poem

It clings to you, like a liquid rock, burns your skin. You get a chemosignal. Tethered on a rope your clenched iron fist remains dysfunctional. From the elite enclave red smoke billows like a jinni unleashed from the bottle. A

Rival Entreaties

Rival Entreaties short poem

climbing on the umblical hill ahead of the contours, a denier alters the chemistry of hate in negative space; fauna of the earth springs black stones, man made, on the glistening sex of lotuses, a forgetfulness ensures the conceptual withdrawl

Why My Assignment Was Late

Why My Assignment Was Late short poem

Oh procrastination How you’ll be the death of me You get worse and worse the closer I get to graduation I guess we’ll just have to wait and see If you get me put on academic probation After you arrived,

Malevolent Mental Maelstrom

Malevolent Mental Maelstrom ballad

Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens Dwell deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance Haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic) Gargoyle visitations that cast a macabre trance Nocturnal unconscious invaders cavort and gallivant Disturb quiescent sleep with devilish and

Heroes of our Land

Heroes of our Land long poem

I saw a man on the roof of the house, The roof was on the ground, Its walls were debris on the floors. I saw him bleeding ridiculously, Breathing for the least help he could get. But that help was

Too Proud

Too Proud short poem

The wail fills the genesis; you are not living in me any more. Outside a grey mist of absence prevails. For a while there was stillness of white death, then roaring of a hurricane, before it struck the ancient wall

*Unfathomable

*Unfathomable short poem

After lifting the fingerprints of bloodbath a bushfire starts, engulfing contradictions, the gulf between erosion of truth and survivors appears widening. Tiny ants smell blood, exfoliation begins, from nameless earth for the exodus of barefoot, the epic of tragedy, something

Time And Again…

Time And Again... short poem

A manifestation of her fury, Made us witness and bury, Concrete dreams under debris, As we stand victims of the crisis. Helpless, she let herself be dug up, For us to mine wealth and stack up. But her heart and

Time Bomb

Time Bomb long poem

My fellow Americans, The hour is dark. Hence I stand before you With a heavy heart. Something is coming, Something man has never seen – An attack lacking precedent Within the pages of history. As you all well know, We

Ignore And Rise

Ignore And Rise short poem

She went with the breeze,didn’t care what people teased. Narked,she told them please,just mind your own debris. Soaring like an eagle,she showed people her regal. They were filled with envy,but she was as happy as can be. Praising the lord

Can Die

Can Die short poem

Wide awake, the double helix splits. Chasing the debris of refusal to die. The new genes choose to mutate, fencing the child who wanted to become only brain. No flesh, no bones. Will he survive on this date? In the

Let Us Draw An Angry Bison

Let Us Draw An Angry Bison short poem

And when we walk into the twilight gold, if we do I’ll tell you tales of battles lost and won In hospital corridors. Of teeth chattering grit And diligent fear, That rises like seawater From toenails. And when I talk

Wanderer

Wanderer short poem

It was a taxidermal view thousands of fawns on the lake. Can you handle the die-off of the whole truth? I have nowhere to go. Genes are turning on, turning off. Bare hands holding the bruises. Hungry, but cannot eat

Enunciation

Enunciation short poem

Entering into hypersonic gridlock you become one of the crowd; remain devastated, slip into unconciousness, defer to a calibrated emblem and speak untainted. The debris was taking to the street. The trees were drinking from geyser basins, mutated restraint. The

Alpha And Omega

Alpha And Omega sonnet poems

As things material have to start somewhere, Like Big Bang or debris in empty space, Might we then ask if space began from where, The same with thoughts, and all, in every case? A god primordial would appall more minds,

Sold Out

Sold Out short poem

Since I saw you, I’ve had this hope live in me. That everything that isn’t needed be gone. The details of sales papers, shopping carts. The ease of temptation. Standing still. To fill my cart full of things I don’t

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Death Was Very Genial

Death Was Very Genial short poem

In the service of flesh new vision was perfecting a cult; silence was going home. It was not there freedom of defense for bread, but I must pay the price of hunger. The oblique afterthought compelled by nocturnal infidelity picks

I Love…

I Love... short poem

I love… Paris in the summer, Bombay in the rains Cotton candy clouds, trees drooping over river bends Rickety trains, Topsy-turvey roller coasters Mountain mists, seeing the ocean meet the sky Rainbows (even without the pot of gold), loud thunder

Broken Man

Broken Man short poem

Broken Man When you’re down and out Ain’t no friends about Pissed off you could almost shout But no one here to hear No one comes near Loneliness may be contagious You can pick up ‘loser’ if you don’t wash

Penance

Penance short poem

The nip in the air, the shying sun Was not long ago when it was fun Winter in Delhi with its November sun Making hearts flutter for almost everyone Misty evenings made mysterious still With heady fragrance of the saptparni

In Front Of Our Eyes

In Front Of Our Eyes prose poem

It’s happening right in front of our eyes. We who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most

Now

Now short poem

To live in the moment, And not to worry about what comes after. To live in the present, And enjoy our time as youths, before it’s over. To not worry about the future, And everything that comes along with it.

Ungrateful Bean

Ungrateful Bean short poem

I have a friend named Bean Who is so mean, Unwashed and unclean. It has to be me To help him, not he, He sucks me like bee. His pain is my pain, In mine he sees no gain, But

Cara Delevingne

Cara Delevingne long poem

Her love is like turning the tides away from the Docks at riverside in the afternoons and fighting Off horrific terrifying fire breathing dragons that Overwhelmed us in desperate times of weather Or not this is a fantasy, Depends on

When Life Meets Death

When Life Meets Death short poem

In the tropical section of the Earth. There stays a period, Brimful of sufferings and pain. That tends to seek, Any and all drop of blood . Then the time has chosen a turn, And brought in a moderate silence,

The Messenger

The Messenger short poem

owl cries out… can you hear the messenger? poised in the dark- call in the light light is consciousness manifestation is simply consciousness in form as love steps into its own heart it awakens a soul within a form creation

All That I Want

All That I Want short poem

Photo by aesedepece All that I want Is to sit and listen to you talk I want to fill my soul and my being With your words and your expressions All that I want Is to watch your eyes Lighting

For You My Love, My Valentine

For You My Love, My Valentine short poem

I want to say thank you mama I want to say thank you papa For having me born in this time So i could meet this woman and Make her my Valentine Now it’s up to me to be Tender,