Best Cracks Poems
Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to gather those colourful leaves.
I believe we could have laid them at the base of her wall.
She sees the trees as he increases her diseases.
Deepening predatory penetrations as he pleases!
Cracking, fracking, hating, taking, and breaking.
Bringing about disappearing, as pain stains, her shamed awakening!
If we could have, would we have, mournfully watched?
Or instead, would we have held her wrists,
pulled at reddened panties, excruciated her sufferings?
Instead, we placated horrific tugged observations,
waited, pretended to see nothing,
drank our mocha-chino from starry cups!
we sat and licked our lips to the calming sound of muzak,
preferring voyeuristic aristocracy.
Oh how she cursed his kissing and biting,
the sucking of her Texan black gold!
All the while he praised her caged loins,
filling a billion barrels with her oil...
Until the time her flame set fire to his cursed wanting!
Until she summoned the winds from the east.
It was time to birth the spawn of his treachery.
Lava poured forth from mountainous risings!
He must suckle upon her displeasure,
until like creosol, his noxious presence,
combines with his own wasted wood.
Thus preserving his monumental failures,
encasing them within layers of his strangled death!
A voice called out from the West, "Where is the foolish man?
Who is left to sing about his great accomplishments?
His peculiar monuments have been laid to waste,
not a single brick remains in it's place."
No one is left to excavate the woeful forgotten.
She "Mother" seeps into the soil to reclaim his blood,
her womb is once again fertile.
She asks "Do we wish to begin again?"
The start of a great pause stings her ears!
She looks and understands,
"It is no longer good.”
Peeking through
Thin fingers burrow
Anxious eyes follow
For a new gift on a new day
Forgotten heels tremble
Under the seas cold splash
The moonlight a distant ways
Her shadows a mutant ray
Thin sand hide in between toes
Hopeful plans align themselves in rows
Written notes of lessons learned now under a strikethrough spell
Crumbled dreams find themselves somewhere deserted
Light still seeps through
Even when the dark lasts longer than the day
as best she can
she tries
to insulate
each gap
of silence
the voids the cracks
with everything she can
anything to blur
the reality
she wants
so desperately
to gloss over
and forget
mindless chatter
most times sadly pathetic
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
We broke in two and it amused him that I was still counting...
I could hear the night whisper beyond his ears, the bed we lay ourselves down upon and
passion was considerate when his mind let go....
she was direct and unforgiving and I...
gave.in.
I could listen to the tumbling of my heart for ages and I collected music as my lips split
in half, it was only to kiss him, you see, only to allow him to know...
how I bled.
I tasted myself as the night wore on, exhausted yet hungry for his arms, I studied my own
in the afternoon, multiplied my freckles and wondered if my child would be ashamed of the
scars that decorated my skin, prayed she would never know how years could bite, so I
reached for him when the clouds became cold and I became...
scared...
as I frightened myself to death in the realization that we....
were still so alive.
The ground we walked on spoke of faults and mistakes, there were cracks in the earth yet
my hand still held his, he was clueless and I was silent but we slept well, he and I,
after passion erupted and the sky split...
when the clouds collected my music and rain sang, just to show him, how the days
could
bleed.
Here in this wrecked house
passion's corrupted
and there’s molded love
in the cracks of the threshold...
tragic are the echoes within.
The air is infected with the stench
of rotting hope...rotting dreams...
Scents suffocate and I am apt to scream...
but the silence is just too loud...
time is stressing with its second guessing
Yet, when I close my eyes,
these dire walls are dressed in lights,
teasing with glimpses of familiar eyes…
recalling love... that holds no reflection in the mirror.
I once dared to walk in love's parallel world
and the ache in each step weakened the whole of my heart...
yet, there were times I would have lain with death
as it’s shameful concubine.
Now I live each day…going in circles...
wearing this mask of nonsense
fooling many...only love and I know the truth...
I am wounded and all within has been broken…
just waiting to be eulogized
Years ago, you found me grounded with wings afraid to fly.
Toting smiles and wants of note, you paused to view my sky.
Was soon that I thought once, and you concurred twice,
that merging our styles would make a love themed paradise.
Years confirmed our intangible wares of mutual shares.
Even our highs and lows equally sighed with visual cares.
I never grew concerns about thunder, so I did not feel around,
poke or peek under for shudders from lightening blunders.
I saw no clue stains for panic in any cracks of tragic.
Then, at my joy’s peak in romance’s security streak,
you turned cold and scowled, ice water endowed.
Stayed confusion hovered in my same daily clouds
as your words and actions rose into caustic attacks.
My full tears left clear tracks, but my world swirled black.
Trapped in walls with love's silt, my once full heart spilt
as your cold face growl tilted me with its cruel wilt.
Bones gone, feelings stung and laid me on our bed you built.
Sob chokes watched hopes darken and fall on our quilt.
I heard your shoes sounding the harsh retreat of a final leave.
My reality undone, I spun inside a brutal, nightmarish tide.
My shivers surged frail coldness, exposing me as clueless.
In my mind, fantasies fumbled seeking a stronghold.
I beseeched memories to transition into numbing flakes
that would deaden all my grieving from this love mistake.
WHERE EVERY FOOTSTEP CRACKS
Walking on ice, where every footstep cracks
Frozen toes in socks that once were warm
Every snowflake on my frigid curls stack
I never meant to do anyone any harm
Every step I take, my disappearing feet
Frozen toes in socks that once were warm
I tried to speak, to see your face, to meet
Your eyes, with contempt still lingering in
Every step I take, my disappearing feet
If I will leave for good, will you please begin
Please understand, my love will not forget
Your eyes, with contempt still lingering in
So desperate my love, I wish we never met
I choose this freezing cold over frozen glance
Please understand, my love will not forget
If I sink deep, perform my final dance
Walking on ice, where every footstep cracks
I choose this freezing cold over frozen glance
Every snowflake on my frigid curls stack
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December 30, 2016
New cracks in old stone
Just beginning to show,
Reveals things never shown
Things only one could know
Just beginning to show
A solid surface scrambles,
Things only one could know
Shedding into shambles
A solid surface scrambles
Every chisel brings a change,
Shedding into shambles
In time, it must arrange
Every chisel brings a change
Upon hard - headed rock,
In time, it must arrange
For none can beat the clock
Upon hard - headed rock
Reveals things never shown,
For none can beat the clock
New cracks in old stone.
Written: May 09, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "There is a loneliness more precious than life, there is a freedom more precious than the world." By Rumi
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The frosty night breeze embraces me tight,
Such as a moth-eaten shield, enticing flight.
Bitter rain lashes against the sidewalk face,
Delicate drops pirouette, each finding its place.
Visions flicker by in headlight, fleeting beams,
Love's echoes glimmer akin to vanished dreams.
How jaded lovers lose spark, turning strangers,
Specters in their home, now cloaked in danger.
Foreign dialects speak in words we once knew,
Widening cracks claim seismic shifts through.
Still, optimism clings as I traverse the city chill,
Dreams still nudge that love may cure what is ill.
Silent tears trace paths down my weary skin,
Longing for dawn light, for a raw start within.
As the sun rises, distances wantonly wane,
As rainfall fuels flowers, may our link heal again.
The cracks in my heart
can barely be seen by eye
only felt with words
and a reflection of pain
that you have also been through...
lightning cracks outside
thunder rolls across the sky
rain comes pounding down
Summer leaves us with a storm
tonight I'll sleep like a babe
28 Cracks In The Ceiling
I take my red-inked dagger in hand
And succinctly spew its secrets for all to see.
28 cracks in the ceiling, and I lost count.
There’s a storm moving out of the west.
I can smell the thunder and
The titillating turbulence of tintinnabulation.
An old lady sits cross-legged and knitting,
Waiting for the sweating sun to sink.
“I was just a girl in 1925… and now…”
The endless strained faces out there
Tell stories of death, disease and depravity.
They know the eternal worm is the other one
In this passion triangle.
28 cracks in the ceiling, and I lost count.
Snakes frothing in suburbia.
The megabytes of Zanzibar jettison out naked bone chips.
Later months and trivial dimes.
Smokestack realizations in a tent.
Church buttresses holding up my whining soul.
Green Edsels down in San Pedro.
Michelobs and round sassy broads fingering erect nipples.
With a Susie in each arm
He lights a cigarette in honor of grand appeasement.
Sensuous sinews entwine effervescently.
More loose chicks in short skirts,
Pouting and scamming.
Times are hot in the old town tonight.
Music and misery, wine and wickedness.
Stubborn clocks disarm with water-resistant influx.
I was a princox in petticoats.
We met at a Tastee Freez at twilight.
28 cracks in the ceiling, and I lost count.
When shadows creep on a darkened streets
and the lampposts have gone dim
When trouble lurks around each bend
and life's happy path turns grim
Will I be there to catch you
before you fall on through the cracks
Will I be there to guide you
to let you know I have your back
In the darkest hour of the darkest night
I will always bring you light
When times get tough and you had enough
I will be there for you to fight
I will walk with you
I will talk with you
I will share each loving breath
for you my son are number one
I'll protect you til my death
09/05/2015
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After the world has bottomed you up
like a brown bag, no label wine.
All. Day. Long.
Plopping your worn glass,
empty, on a Whirlpool cardboard box...
Absorbing, drying
all once-upon-a-time, 'Made In China',
condo-walled dreams.
Your buddy, 'Thunderbird', twitches whiskers
over glistening gutter teeth.
Dandelions in cement cracks.
Ah, life is good. Sleep peacefully.
No mortgage. No rent.
The morning brings a full glass
to hold you in escrow...
For Torquemadas
Of the World.
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chaos elements of normality
insects buzzing in lamp dome
reveals alluring mouths
he breathes out a photographic desire
the contact lenses pops out
caught in pink mesh stockings
black curls colored bluish by the sunlight
like the children's drawn doodles
no shiny surfaces
12/11/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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