The harsh, discordant mixture of sounds I hear,
Evoking chaos, confusion, and sensory overload near.
A jarring, atonal blast with clashing notes and rhythms,
Driving the population to the edge of their nerves.
The world lives in large-scale disaster and upheaval,
Shocked, fearful, and in awe of the cataclysmal wars raging.
Intense bombardments and dramatic compositions unfold,
Powerful crescendos, heavy tones, and stories of doom are told.
In a state of confusion, disorder reigns supreme,
Uncertainty, disorientation, panic in the dream.
Rhythms in the air lack structure or direction,
Causing hearts to race, and minds in desperation.
Destruction comes with steepness, sudden and dire,
Urgency to live amid danger, rapid change, and fire.
Fast, sharp moments, sudden shifts in tempo,
Life’s precarious dance, a perilous crescendo.
Yet, in the sky, something resplendent and bright
Brings awe, admiration, and joy in the night.
Grand, harmonious, rich, vibrant tones swirling,
A fleeting beauty in a world so unfurling.
In dreams, the richness and juiciness of food,
Pleasure, satisfaction, indulgence in the mood.
Amid hunger and thirst, a moment of delight,
A little boy’s flute playing, smooth melodies in the night.
Everything is in circular motion, fluidity real,
Change on the battlefield, dizziness we feel.
Smoke flows, creating patterns, figures in the air,
A sense of continuous motion, a world laid bare.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects the wars raging now in the world.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Cataclysmic and with no one really noticing how there needs to be no apocalypses no ragnarok it is the end of our times and the beginning of another
Dreadful!
Excellent write
The harshness of the moment softened by notes from a "little boy's flute." You describe the state of the world brilliantly. From the "battlefield" to a "moment of delight." the tension among peoples is felt in reading your poem. The fourth stanza I enjoyed most, the phrase "Life's precarious dance." Just great. - Phil A.
Phil, you made my night a more pleasant one. I'm happy you've enjoyed reading and feeling the discordant moods I portray in this poem. Thank you for your response it gave me s boost. Be blessed!
You might have a pleasant night now you got that out of your system - but I have to cope with mine.
Rich but unsettling poetry.
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