Best Eggshells Poems

From a mouthful of this morning’s eggs,
I pull bits of char from yesterday’s breakfast.
‘I had no chance to scrub the pan’, I plea with myself-
But I still smash it over my skull
like a cartoon.

Every morning I wake up 
feeling last night’s feelings,
thinking last night’s thoughts,
about...

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Dancing on eggshells
Pursuing my groove
Correcting my posture
In  hopes to improve

My tip toes are bare
In our home built of glass
I take each, ginger step
With fear induced class

I strive for perfection
I land below par
My rhythm needs work
Steps, too far apart

I try to refrain
And not tap my...

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The egg came before the chicken but some fool sat on it......

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You say you will, but then you won’t
Say you do and then you don’t
I’m running around in circles all the time
You tell me that you’re feeling low
Saying maybe I should go
Then the next minute you’re saying
You feel fine

It’s a catch twenty-two
Whenever I’m with you
I’m damned...

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Will she be in a good mood or will it be bad?
 Will she be overjoyed today, or will she be sad?
This yo-yo effect has me in such turmoil, 
 Never knowing if I can be myself or if its time to recoil.

Sinking into an...

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Mom woke up early to bake the pie.  The special occasion pie.  Her daughter’s favorite.  She rolled out the chilled dough with the old rolling pin and crimped the edges just so. She danced with anticipation as the custard bubbled to its...

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Its been an adventure, tell me bout it...
Its been a crazy ride, dont wanna think about it...
Walkin on eggshells,
Wondering "what the hell?"
Trying to get to know you,
I'm not sure what to do.
Lost and outta place,
Unfamiliar territory.
Would you give me a break,
You've done this more than...

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My feet crush the eggshells
Scattered all over the floor,
A mistake I always seem to make
As soon as I come in the door.

Panic rises in my chest
As I hear the screaming begin,
Here she comes ready to fight
I don’t want to do this again.

I stand there and...

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I danced on eggshells year after year
‘Til all that remained was sand
Still you wonder how we ever got here.

Paths strewn with landmines, shrapnel and fear
You won't hold me or reach for my hand
I danced on eggshells year after year

Emotional cruise control set in fifth gear
So...

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out from which place that we pretend our greatest courage lies &
those fears that eat at us quietly subside, 
whilst we are constantly being watched by others,
constantly undergoing the profoundly wretched 
curiosity
spawned from an overstimulated world &
an understimulated amount of psyches roaming the streets
looking for...

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Walking on eggshells,
with left-over scratches,
Brave little chick
into the world hatches...
managed to scramble away with a limp--
those eggshells, (and mama)
did a number on Shrimp.
Fifty years after, mama's still kicking,
pecking Shrimp's feathers off,
when no one's looking--
Some of her feathers are plucked to the bone-
her skin is bleeding,
she...

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Until recently I've lived my life with eggshells under my feet
A specter in my mirror latched onto my shoulder
Weighing me down so that i cannot fly
My wings are broken, tethered to my spine
But I slowly shake off the shackles of sin
The weight of normality sucks...

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for some reason
around your fortress
you’ve built 
insurmountable blockades
and from their safety
you thrive on lashing out
catapulting showers 
of fireballs
and cannonballs

it took a while for me
to realize we were at war
I simply didn’t know
in hindsight it’s been going on for years
but I really truly didn’t know
I knew...

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You deserve connections that don't require you to walk on fragile eggshells to reveal your heart,
where words flow freely like a mountain river, carrying truth and simplicity within them,
without needing to bend your soul into unfamiliar shapes just to protect egos,
and your inner peace to...

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I do not walk 
on eggshells
but on broken glass
sharp shards slicing 
into the soles of my feet
Yet I will continue
my trek forward
for it will hurt no less
to stand still

I will continue to
call out the
single syllable
of your name 
into the dreary darkness
though my throat 
grows dry...

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