Best Frail Poems
That woman with a fragile heart,
Finding solace in lonely tears,
One harsh word a turmoil can start,
Waging a war within her fears,
Sometimes losing her fight with pain,
That woman with a fragile heart,
Though she knows it won't be in vain,
Her soul's shattered, she falls apart,
Looking up to God through her art,
A sliver of hope makes her cling,
That woman with a fragile heart,
In anguish, she has learnt to sing,
Her only prayer now is this,
Let all worries and doubts depart,
In God she's strong, let none dismiss
That woman with a fragile heart.
10/18/17
Categories:
frail, heart, hope, woman,
Form:
Quatern
Whether poets, showmen or philosophers,
Or mere cowboys who follow herds—
They all want to leave behind a lasting mark—
More than frail paper etched with words.
But the cold, hard truth still lies in the doing
And all but a blessed few will fail—
But on we go like bison over the cliff—
Hoping our wings sprout and we sail.
And like restless sleepwalkers we do wander
From one thing and then to the next—
Till we find what it is that will then save us
To put life in proper context.
So on we scribble and strive for the right phrase—
Catch meaning and life in birds—
Put emotions and feelings we briefly hold
On this frail paper etched with words.
Categories:
frail, art, cowboy-western, on writing
Form:
Rhyme
Stardust filters her eyes--
diving headlong into an ache
of links from yesterdays,
coal the firmament.
Each star a dot of reverie
blinking with frail luster,
a speck rusted in time
washed by love’s weeping.
Brian Strand's Choice 10
Categories:
frail, loneliness, star,
Form:
Verse
Fading and fragile, a small shadow
frailly rest upon tears of battle.
Should joy ever again need me aware,
it would do well to seek me there.
Categories:
frail, depression, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
Little did I know as I baked my afternoon cherry pie
That I would spy a tiny little mouse lazying around the window seal
He was tiny and gray peculiar I'd say.
I watched his nose dart swiftly in search of a meal.
I was fascinated that such a tiny creature could run so fast
His legs carried him swiftly down the ledge and onto the ground
His little tail behind him flew past
I leaned over and heard a squeaky sound.
I jarred the window open quickly and listened for the noise I had heard
I heard it not once but twice a little 'squeak squeak' then it went quite
I worried to myself as I baked my pie that the mouse would be lunch for a bird.
I was scared he would become part of a large animals diet.
I shut the window and returned to my pie
I wondered if I would see more of my visitor after I left him a snack
I searched through the refrigerator practically playing I spy.
Aah Ha a treat for my friend, a good old piece of Colby Jack.
For: A short poem contest
By: Roxanna Johnson
Categories:
frail, animals
Form:
Free verse
Waking up, I'm shaken by an awful thought:
it's not a sunny February morning,
but heartwarming wishes on Facebook
alleviate the anxiety of a gloomy feeling
to enliven the mood and be immensely grateful
to God and do what is worth living for, but
is the state of being old that word so painful?
Should aging looks be an embarrassment...
comparing me to a frail Captain Hook
who sailed in rough seas without fright!
People I run into stare at me strangely and guess
my approximate age by the fine line and wrinkles,
but they don't see how young and virile I am inside;
if perfection and handsomeness are the advantages
of the younger men to pursue women and attract,
what are the disadvantages of the older ones?
Is the perception of an enfeebled body a horror to hide,
or an accomplished milestone to make an impact?
Categories:
frail, age, courage, endurance, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
A nation at war with itself
A father sucking his daughter's breasts
A child cheering at her mother's pain
My heart is heavily laden
My soul bleeds profusely
disaster comes with every meal
Tragedy is my morning shower
Irrational has attained rational
To err has become acceptable
Abnormality is now being celebrated
the corpse is rot but we still court it
My phobia for ills have been suppressed
My mates scorn my many woes
My behind is the house of humor
My back is like a senile *****
Indeed,I was made to be great
How my success got waylaid?
is a mystery beyond my big head
My name,my friend,is Nigeria
How did i go wrong?
Categories:
frail, angst, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
The Frail
The frail know not the zeal of robustness.
Nonetheless, hopes seal
Daydreams that hearts conceal.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
NOTE: There are several forms for this type of Welch poem. This one is called Englyn penfyr
Poetic Form: Englyn penfyr (Short Head/End Englyn) REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://edsitement.neh.gov/view_lesson_plan.asp?id=410
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/413765
Categories:
frail, angst
Form:
Englyn
stars
hang
on
thin
wires
in
a
January
huddle
Categories:
frail, angst, life, people, social,
Form:
Free verse
17th November 2020
Beating muscle beneath frail skin,
Rigid bone beneath strong muscle,
A warm full of life fleshy heart,
Thumping with feeling and passion,
Taking a stand on your sleeve,
No lies can be told in flesh and blood,
A cold, worm filled, empty rib cage,
Cracked gnarled and hollow,
Hiding away beneath veins and sorrow,
Whispering sweet lies into your skin,
Frail flaky bone,
Brittle stretchy muscle,
When you’re dead and when you’re gone,
Who stays?
The bone
Who withers away?
The heart
Even in death the empty chasm lies
Even in death the empty chasm consumes
My feeble beating heart devoured by the earth
And the bones who lied their way out of it
I would say by the skin of their teeth
But we both know they don’t have room for it anymore
Categories:
frail, 10th grade, body, death,
Form:
Free verse
Weary eyes gazed to the sky.
Pleading for the sun to beam a hope of comfort.
Mind wandering in the midst of wind.
As to why he was paying for his father’s sin.
Petite hands trembling.
As he fumbled in bewilderment.
Skinned down to the naked bone.
A feeble body diminishing suddenly,
amongst a memory leisurely deteriorating.
With only the remembrance of purple leaves.
Categories:
frail, sad,
Form:
Prose Poetry
It's a blessing and a curse
To have both food and drink
Filling the cup and stuffing our faces
But mindlessly scraping food in the sink
I picture this frail, young girl
Nothing but weak bones and skin
She can't close her eyes right now
Saliva dripping from her chin
She watches a family from the outside
She peers through the restaurant glass
Anticipating what scraps she may find
When later she digs through the trash
I picture this frail, young girl
Stunted growth and brittle hair
She is knee deep in leftover crumbs
Wishing she wasn't right there
This young, hungry girl sifers through
The sauce, bones, boxes and shame
Not sure if others can see her comb this
Leaving as hungry as when she first came
I picture this frail, young girl
She is a grown up now, still hungry
Categories:
frail, heartbroken,
Form:
Rhyme
Mystical sadness
for we are one
To find some fun
Facing the blinding ash
Of a black widows kiss
To be forgotten in the shedding light
To fall back onto your after life
That you'v worked so hard to accomplish
Were nothings been achieved
But confusion in the fog
That we'v tried so hard to avoid
Constantly being followed around with a spot light
To put you in the spot
Everyone's waiting for you to fall
So quiet you can hear a leaf fall
Can hear it screaming to its death
You can become in tune
To the chorus of failing leaves
Hoping that a being that's standing under the tree of realness
will catch this stranger
To be placed in between a book page
For the rest of eternity
to be in comfort of being hugged by pages 3 and 4
Categories:
frail, fear,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Alarm bells are ringing,
a familiarity forgotten.
A code I can not remember,
my brain corrupt with data.
Evolutions unwitnessed by me,
I was never invited into broken heart,
this fading away.
Your scent, recognised by my memory,
like a photograph fading in reverse.
I am in the darkroom, undeveloped,
I won't see who I'll become.
I am on display, out of sight,
my stealth is my stillness.
No one expects me here,
obligatory blindness.
Oh how I would scream,
eternities passed and you are here.
beyond all my hopes,
an impossible dream.
My heart will stop,
my thoughts will cease,
but for now,
you
are here.
Categories:
frail, confusion, dark, health,
Form:
There was a frail man from Japan,
Who tripped and fell whene'er he ran, He walked with a chop stick, As his bones would squeak,
And used his fingers to eat his flan.
Categories:
frail, love, word play,
Form:
Limerick