Best Cracking Poems
Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while
Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries
Trapped within our history, now we play the role of our guile
The way you speak is like negating the past
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while
Hurting each other became the story of our last
The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost
The way you speak is like negating the past
We tired in our drama, we trapped in our anger loft
Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?
The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost
Standing limp on the ruin of us
Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you
Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?
Still in the past memory I flew
Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you
Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries
keeps butting her head against the same mirror
it cracks and breaks finally
so she finds another one as close to it as possible
Same scenario,
Same scripts
Same arguments.
This mirror leaves too
Why do all the mirrors leave me? She asks.
The cat has no answers. Just glad to get all the attention now.
Cracking open geodes
-- of insanity
a shimmering humanity...
Shining fractals of ones soul.
Opened and vulnerable
like a new seed.
Scintillating stars
gleam from within
with new needs sprouting
from each new seed.
In USA,
There is a presidential election fight,
Well, everything seems to be alright,
It might be alright, everything seems tight,
Sometimes, I dream of a red sky,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.
Turkey
Sends bombs for free into Syria, on the other side,
Well, it seems that nothing is more important than having pride,
When Syrians in Turkey need to hide,
I've never dreamed of a sky so red,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.
The Greeks
Don't want to sell to Canadian consumers their gold,
Well, it seems that in Canada it is very cold,
Why is it so cold in Canada all the time and the gold isn't sold?
I really dreamed of a huge red sun,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.
The world
Is waiting for a new shift of magnetic poles,
But, instead of this, earth makes gigantic craters called sinkholes,
Smart money makers lose the remote controls,
I really had a multicolored dream,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.
Much more protesters
Want to change their lives and their presidents.
To feed their kids, they work 12 hours per day for a few cents,
It's something to think about, when life has no sense.
I dreamed of a world having a little pink,
The earth is cracking,
I'm slowly dancing
On your sweet love floor.
cracking the quiet space, toddler with seeds
feeds ostrich through car’s window,
giggles with jocund joy
8/20/2022
I broke one of God's Commandments when I stole an extension cord.
I was struck by a bolt of lightning because I angered The Lord.
God is cracking down on people who break his Ten Commandments.
You'd better listen to what I'm saying because it makes a lot of sense.
When I chose to be a used car salesman, it wasn't a decision that was wise.
God struck me with leprosy because it's my job to constantly tell lies.
I haven't broken just a few of God's Commandments, I've broken all ten.
God is cracking down, he is making me pay for each and every sin.
Because I've become a leper, I can't get a date with a woman on any night.
When women see me, they wet themselves and start running because of fright.
I have this advice for you, God's Ten Commandments are what you must obey.
God is cracking down, if you break any of his Commandments, you will pay.
(This poem is fictional, but I really believe that God's Ten Commandments should be obeyed.)
When horror knocks on the door
Slips through the cracks and enters the body, mind, soul
Fast like an avalanche
Traveling at million speeds
It’s the same long forgotten nightmare
Every Breath
Every Whisper
Every Sound
Becomes too familiar
When falling hard to the cement
The shouts, the screams, the reminiscences
All comes too fast
Then life comes to a sudden halt
There's nothing left, just pieces of a lifetime slipping away
an impossibility. so it seems.
how did we get to where we are?
An impossibility. ripped at the seams.
How did I let my heart get this far?
Its an impossibility to breath without pain.
a sure probability that I wont be the same.
an instant feeling, that my heart is at my feet.
just pieces of a person, that used to be me.
am i even happy? is this meant to be?
I'm staring at a reflection that wont look back at me.
A glimmer of my former, a me I used to be.
Is this the real amber? or love's casualty.
My reflection still wont look this way,
Am I in danger of losing myself completely?
The injustice of love i've suffered mercilessly
I've tried so hard to not let it defeat me.
I've tried so hard to hide this discreetly.
But I just cant sweep it under the rug
and ignore that its been lurking near.
When you ignore something so relevant,
you find yourself full of paranoia and fear.
Is this really me? This robot talking and ranting.
Where am I? lost inside a love.
I've prayed so hard, so many times,
begging for answers, for strength from above.
I'm broken. crumbling. cracking, falling.
I'm lost. scared. alone. trembling.
I'm defeated. beaten. overpowered. failing.
I'm asleep. nightmares. monsters. dying.
You're my everything. my world.
what am I without your hand in mine?
And this is where I've lost myself,
A love that consumed, overtook, intertwined.
I love you fiercely. without regret.
I love you without an ounce of doubt.
But now I've fallen into a deep, dark hole.
and can't figure my way out.
I could never take back my love for you,
its not just a plug i can pull.
I can't just walk away and never look back.
You made my heart beat, my life full.
I stand corrected. you still do.
you always will. my heart has been yours to keep.
thus the reason i feel so empty and scared.
this leaves me alone and broken to weep.
why does God let us love so fully?
Why does he let us love so blind?
He should limit the love we can feel for another.
I'm tired of loving so hard. and being left behind.
I gave all of myself completely.
never an ounce of lazy love.
I've put forth effort that could move mountains.
its just never quite enough.
Cracking Glass
Your mind fills like a glass
Always taking never ask
Never asking questions and never drawing lines
Never turning forwards, just staring far behind
You crack and break and bend and press
You chase and burn and scratch but yet
Walls crumble and never stand
They’re built of rubble and pure clear sand
You’re pushing and you’re turning
Clear as shiny day
You’re shoving and you’re twisting
No one shall look your way
Not under glitter and gold
And old stories that once were told
Ignore the signs and hardships
Ignore your cracking glass
Reasoning overflows and the whole world shall learn
Your vices feel like agony
Rereading each and every verse
You cry and scream and beg and wish
But deep down you know what's whole
A hope of that words can tame that face
They can make it feel just fine
Your glass is nearly full, nobody knows better
Your back is like a bridge you see
One built hard and strong simply to outlast
One built to stretch right over the semblance of your past
Your hands and feet are stepping stones
Their heels will dig too deep
Your shoulders made for climbing on
Your knees they bend too weak
Your eyes they blink and shut showing you truly are to meek
Eager and hopeful you blink and you stare
Your mind has reached its brink
Your glass has overfilled
Nobody is aware of what you think
Not until you draw that line
Not unless your seen
Your mind will flood and you will swim
Because you’re just like me
crackin' eggs into
clean glass mixing bowl, beating....
clear albumen drips
housewife observes scene
as light reflects on egg whites....
senryu in there?
Come,
let me take you to Nigeria
for you to hear a faint echoes of corruption;
I will be your hearing ear for the night we
spend there-
When they ask you the time of change,
tell them the messiah shall come from the east
with a cup of wine and pieces of kola nuts.
Tonight, we shall make their mouth a talking drum,
to tell our hands, our pens to write our discovery.
We shall dance before the naked moonlight,
not dumb but mouth gagged,
not lame but legs shackled,
we shall not write about something positive
even if we ought to write, we shall write of suffering?
Maybe it ok to see them sing stupidly,
are you so confused? I saw pity in your eyes.
Are you after their change sickness?
I really don't know anything about this land anymore
because they are so engrossed with their problems.
I slept and woke up still no change has come,
so permit me to write about the pains here.
I have nothing more to think sleeping on bed
of roses and waking on a sorrowful chain of change.
When they ask, you ask and I ask again,
remember, not all trees are tall in the forest.
Follow their cracking lips and you shall
see the shapeless pattern of their calamities.
"change is not our problem but we are our problem"
This you must tell them before we leave tonight.
When it is dawn,
we shall sip our tears with our lips then move
on with our lives waiting for the right time to ask
our oga at the top-
"When is the change, Mr President?"
©John Chizoba Vincent
From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration
Anyone can crack up
Writers, santation workers , cops,
right - wingers, left wingers
It is not a nice thing to happen
But not the end of the world if you do
Many people don't believe in poetry
But we at poetrysoup.com know better, don't we!!
Poetry is the key to emotional help!
At least for people who believe in something
It is best to believe in something
password to open the heart forgotten
we wandered earth like a deluded ghost
then one day we became a child again
meaning innocence was then soul’s outpost
cleansed of stain, we broke free from ego’s chain
reclaiming light by God’s love begotten
Getting Cracking
There are times when I want a tutor
So I can use my most cruddy computer
Which to me is often always complicated
And for hours on end have forever hated.
Made plans poorly and not really well-laid
In for another computer, wish I could trade
That was beyond belief so simple and plain
And explicitly of sense never needed a grain.
What if for President I just had been selected
Do you think they ever would have detected
My love for complicated computers is lacking
And maybe I had better start getting cracking.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
I’ll ask you again
Mirror mirror on the wall
This is a hammer!