Best Fractured Poems
Shes sits in her worn out familiar chair
As the sun wakes for the day
Her being weary before the day begins
From wishing her life away
Nothing matters anymore
Old now, completely bereft
He’s been gone a few months
Alone , nothing left
They lost their only child
As a beautiful young adult
A lifetime of grieving
Being the result
It should never be that way
Your child leaves earth before you
Their profound,pure love for each other
Is how they got through
She sits motionless ,eyes closed
Her mind consumed of days gone by
Her whole being aches , tears fall
She breathes one loud , last sigh
trapped in skeletal arms of the wolverine forest,
I crave rose-scents from the corpse crescent,
seeing through the portal of pained pupils,
written with cinder-gold between
lethal lines of nostalgic nightfall,
about sunsets woven in angst,
from stone-cold tears
s u p p r e s s e d
within crawling clouds before onyx rain…
and must I scribble sonnets of sorrow and hurt~
while aching to kiss the
poisoned lips of midnight?
for in your quivering verses of unrequited stars,
I taste lavender in tender musings,
I feel the liquid warmth of 4 a.m. thoughts,
I hear the flow of forsaken dreams
amidst this sky-cradled prison,
caging my silenced skin
from breathing beyond twigs of thorns,
suffocating me with inked love
and unbreakable longing,
the moon still knows
I cannot live
if I were to rise every dawn without
the mellifluous m u s i c
of twin flames
caressing the cashmere air
in soulful resonance,
as if there is no escape from destined darkness,
when love is a feathered fern in the weary wilderness,
painting a panorama of fractured fairytales
from fervent fingertips
of how, once upon a spring luna,
we built an amethyst-dusted home
and called it "l i f e"
whilst karma crippled the claws of time,
and still, your name I wear…
perhaps, one day,
I will be more than
a chained bride to misery and loneliness
married to ghosts of willows and oaks
crowned with cues of confusion
draped in mellow memories~
like a tree-mannequin awaiting
the truth of twilight, forever yours...
broken families like fractured glass
scattered, sharp edges
cutting, bleeding
once-perfect images of harmony
now lives severed by pain
mom at one end of the boxing match
dad on the other side
torn children shuffled in between
into a holiday lens they once smiled
picture-perfect family greetings
discarded in shards
joyful season ends
I'm broken in pieces
I'm fractured, in fact
by more than a few
inexcusable acts
I try to acknowledge
each piece of my mind
or at least all the bits
that I still can find
An artist, a writer
aspiring poet-
perhaps other things
I don't even know yet!
Coming into my own
although now middle-aged
recovering wreckage
from the wars I have waged
I'm broken in pieces
yet, hopeful at last
for present and future
a change from the past...
My grandfather on my father’s side, was a pecker-toothed sidle who raped his
daughter when she was just ten. He threw down vodka from an eternal well and took my father out to buy prostitutes when he was just fifteen... It was here that my father first learned the true value of a woman. Mercifully, a permanent steel brace got loose at the Pennsylvania steel mill where he worked and crushed Grandfather into a pool of blood and urine.
My father was a dried seed rattling in an empty gourd… he had grown up
hardened with leather-stiff roots exposed too long in the sun. My mother knew
that he wanted to rape me, so I kept guard with knives and ran away whenever I could. I went to bed fantasizing how to sneak into his bedroom and kill him with
the kitchen carving knife.
My older brother hadn’t adjusted well to the chaos either, so he put all his expectations and dreams into a matchbook and burned down three houses in the neighborhood. He secretly, robbed his friends of their valuable coin collections. He grew weary and confessed and was taken to a local Mental Hospital for evaluation. At fourteen, I needed a good stiff drink! I was transferred to two different foster care homes and grew up like a weed.
My mother Dolly was an auburn haired porcelain bisque, matt finished doll from a
discriminating collections of dolls... her father's dolls. She was not a witty woman
but silent, afraid and alone. She gave birth to three children who grew up like
wild dogs while Dolly made Betty Crocker weekends and otherwise TV dinners
until she grew tired... very tired.
One day the brothers were playing with Dolly tossing her back and forth…
like a ball, one to another... until we dropped her. Fragile, she shattered into pieces
on the gray cement patio. My father came out determined to put the pieces back
together but clumsily, he repeatedly stepped on Dolly crushing the refined
fragments into powdered dust.
Wee old Lady Who
Resides in a tennis shoe
Grandsons live there too
WHEWW!
This is a fractured haiku
Upon attending “Her Requiem”, I felt a bit fractured and nearly insane
When a fantasy of golden haze, wearing a shiny “Halo of Grace”
Suggested it would be wise to take a “Journey to Spirit Mountain”
And maybe chase some butterflies in a “Transformed” state
Off I went, “Riding My Whims” into a glaring "Red Sun" morning
To my chagrin, “The Goddess of War” struts in with utterly no warning
Singing,-Girl you’re looking quite undone, it’s clear you're having no fun
Those fractures in the brain are going to require some “Change”-
The goddess continued her speech; but to her surprise I rolled my eyes while
She sang, -We’ve been invited to imbibe with “The Castaway and the Scribe”-
Well, the party was wild, folks drank all night, we all did the “Jive in a Beehive”
I downed the “Zin”, as the “Lust” crept in to my shapely “Scarlett” dress,
At the end of night I was seen hitching a ride to “Burn” my “Nemesis”
"It's All In The Titles" Contest by Adam Hapworth 08/19/2013
We are merely montages, a mélange of endless stardust - -
Finessing poetry 'round melodic sentiments,
nuances manifested 'neath fractured mosaics of entities'
indwelling harmoniousness amidst surrendered
yesteryear's spellbinding prospective endeavors,
we are but astral whispers on winds of prismatic illusions
upon transcendence midway fractals' furthermost macrocosms
I feel more incomplete
Now than before
Exand my heart is a cartography.
Of interrupted rhythms.
In the echoes of ancestral whispers.
I stand fragmented,unfinished.
Lands that once cradled our songs
Now distant unreachable,
My heart beating between
Bitter and sweet landscapes.
Dreaming of retracing old paths
But my imagination incomplete.
My hearth's rhythm interrupted.
Life rules the world,
Death stares at me.
Time roars,
World shatters on me.
Fractured Storm
Ghostly gloom born in brooding stillness
Cut to smithereens with shards of energy
Whirlwinds in feral fragments shrillness
Warn of wild catastrophe.
Blinding firebolts erupt to split serenity
Nightfall dodges crackling outbursts released
Platinum tempests burst electricity
Splintered lights race on volatility increased.
Sonic thunder bumpers, let go pent up booms
Rip wide the transitory abyss
Slams closed jagged air as thunder looms
Solitude in ragged sound dismissed
Smashed bits of broken midnight crumble
Air’s torn edges reverberate in harrowing echoes
Drumfire’s waves of serrated sound rumble
Flashing thunderheads shriek in falsettos.
Night watch sees siroccos spiral spin
As raindrops on the dry earth sizzle
Downpours splash in roaring torrents din
Gales at rest – storm remnants sing thin whistles.
12-29-21
Contest: Weather
Sponsor: Angela Tune
N/A - 1-5-22
Contest: Your Second Chance 1st
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Firebolts can be found in the Merriam- Webster Dictionary
Baby when it comes to me and you
Broken never sounded so beautiful
You love to lose yourself in these depths so blue
When their so broken but so beautiful
I never see the soul anymore inside your shell
Lost in your rubble yet still beautiful as hell
"When we make love Babe it's hard to tell
If your dreaming of me or someone else"
Baby when it comes to me and you
Broken never sounded so beautiful
In the fractured realm of trust and broken hearts,
Love suffers, feeding on enigmas.
She, a fragile constellation with a cracked heart,
Thus, we remain, seeking infinity in corners of dreams.
A ballet of the shadows of trust, waves of unrest,
In the quiet of the cosmos, emotions grow like falling stars.
A mind once a halo, now a troubled vortex,
Love traverses the storm of light and stardust.
Echoes of remorse, deep calls from eternity,
A yearning for healing, time weaving on wings of nothingness.
She, once a goddess of the day, now a fragile enigma,
A love forged by the unknown, without the chains of fate.
The weight of my madness, a hidden colossus of fire,
But among the remaining shards, love roams like a moon's murmuring.
A fool, an alchemist lost in labyrinths, seeking redemption,
In the ruins of faith, hope is born like a golden flame.
In the dark abyss, a splinter of magical light,
To restore trust, the hearts that still whisper.
For in the fracture, love weaves like an astral dream,
A never-ending thread, woven from the cloak of stars and chosen eternity.
FRACTURED FAIRYTALE!
Chanced upon a book one day,
Bent, dog-eared, tattered and frayed,
Tale found within, read with a grin,
This fractured fairy tale,
Laughter did not fail......
Cinderella's real story,
Not such glory...
Ma woke up one fine morn,
"Cinders, Cinders!" Ma cried with such scorn.
"Cinders, you did what?
Cinders, you look such a grot!
Cinderella, are you on drugs?
What handsome prince gave you hugs?
Where is our pumpkin for tea?
Where's your pet mice, prithee?
Cinderella, Cinderella,
Where is this handsome fella?
Are you on drugs?
Handsome prince gave you hugs?
Did you forget the pill?
Why, you silly dill!!
Cinderella, Cinderella,
Listen to me, I'm your mother,
Not some fairy godmother!
What fairy godmother???
Cinderella, Cinderella.
What did you do with that handsome fella?"
Yes, that was the fractured fairytale,
Indeed, laughter did not fail.
unscramble the egg
Humpty Dumpty should have lived
puzzle master failed