Best Fragmented Poems

Crushed under the hand of fate,
misery shadows my day.
For looking into your eyes,
I saw hope crumbling away.

Fragmented fantasies morphed
into long-forgotten fears.
And dreams began to flounder,
in a sea of fallen tears.

When feelings felt out of place,
suspicions began to rise.
And yet, ignoring the truth,
I closed my eyes...

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In my thoughts poetic words are swirling,    I found writing at an early age,
Tumbling and whirling, like caged birds;         Depth of spirit and creativity are mine;
Trapped and reckless to be set free,  ...

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My fractured head, my rough- hewn eyes
Dismembered parts of a dissociated mind
My body severed like Kandinsky’s art.
Spread across a canvas
Corner to sharp corner
Leave no space unfilled 
But nothing touches, 
Nothing resembles its former self
Yet all pieces can see all others
Contained for now 
Within the borders...

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It is an old dream, brown, crumbling at edges,
best that I leave this old dream undisturbed -
                         I am the dream,
...

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          In my thoughts poetic words are swirling,
      tumbling and whirling like caged birds;
               trapped and demanding...

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Half a year ago we were in bed and in love.
Insistent lips danced between sunshine smiles. 
                          Our hands entwined;
...

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The forest was lush green and dripping of moss and rain,
Glittering glass streams meandered past dark foliage and trees;
          And wild flowers dropped their petals into the water,
Where they drifted down waterfalls into sapphire blue lakes.

...

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I met my maker on Halloween night,     Halloween night, a night for horror,
It was an unnatural death;                It was full of fright;
Death met me in a...

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                          I am lost in my thoughts
            musing and...

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Fragmented

By Nathan Hannen

In this gentle dream I glide through sleepy air
On through what is right and the devils lair

With no realization of time as a constant amount
The idea of reasoning, Paramount
Paralysed by the inability to see straight through black
Beautifully protected though in visions of attack
I...

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I think sometimes, 
in an effort to sell reflections 
of life,
egotistic mirrors 
break themselves 
into a million pieces.


Fractured verses,
bent and poisoned,
deformed from the ill-treatment 
of delicate lines;
echoes of poetry.



©All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2014...

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Last night I dreamt I fell in love again 
With the sweet purple flame of desire 
I remembered the honeyed taste of you 
As it filled my loins with fire 

Your once remembered taste 
So sweet upon my tongue 
Your skin, so soft it glowed...

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Fragmented truths intermingled with lies,
falsehoods wrapped up in alluring disguise.

Beware the deceiver's beguiling song.
His only desire is to do you wrong.
He'll take what is false and make it sound true,
Unless you're prepared he'll make a fool of you
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I pose, clad fully with a spinal disorder
Music flows in my blood and I wana dance to India’s border
I wana sway my hips
When I hear sexy beats
But this pain makes me feel like flat soda
I peek through the window and I see your grey car
Please,...

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Most people in denial of world pollution,
are they blindfolded, what other reasons? 
                          as messenger,
     ...

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