M S Latter


Fallen Icons - Poem by M S Latter

Doors swing limply
in the steel breeze.
Beaten and gashed,
shrieking and crying
for their former glory.

A shining mosaic carpet
crunches uncomfortably underfoot.
Shattered glass
glimmering
with the crimson rays of sunset.

In the puddles of the recent shower
swirl eddies of multicoloured oil,
distorting the reflections
of the rusting carcasses.

Hundreds of iron skeletons
lined up
in a pitiful parade.
Alloy wheels, toughened glass,
halogen headlights.

Status symbols
once.
Used, abused,
thrashed, crashed, and burnt-out.
Redundant.
They now mingle with the earth
from which they were once made.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Fallen Icons by M S Latter

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: sunset



Poem Submitted: Monday, February 14, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 6, 2006


Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]