Best Sliver Poems
There was a hurting fellow named Dick
He had a rather pointy small prick
He rubbed it all day
without much delay
pulling it out it looked like a stick
For Jan's limerick contest. Now I will go read the directions.
A sliver of river appears in my view;
The window has served up the slice.
Of course, thought I’d love the whole vista, to me
A sliver is almost as nice.
It gives me a glance of the watery ways
That surround us as we stroll the city.
Our island existence we often forget
As we deal with the gruff and the gritty.
Yet just a short distance away are the waves
Which are churned by each ferry and barge;
And at times, Nature’s wrath rises over the banks
Which reminds us just who is in charge.
The river is calm now, the part I can see;
A tugboat chugs by, trailing foam.
I stare out the window and smile at the thought
That this sliver’s delivered this poem.
Green, blue, brown, and gold.
Soft, harsh, warm, and cold.
Truly a beautiful window to the soul,
Making visible a part, if not the whole.
Happy, sad, joyous, gloom.
Sometimes empty; a vacant room.
Shrouded with shadows or crystal clear.
Keeping one distant or drawing one near.
Weaving tales for those who read.
Whispering emotions of which to heed.
Nervous, shifty, calm, and collected.
Carefree, open, distant, and protected.
Gazing too long makes a history known.
Gazing too long reveals your own.
Sending and receiving, swiftly swapping stories,
Telling of a past with both failures and glories.
But merely looking at a window
does not mean you truly see,
For what lies on the other side
might only an illusion be.
Time and again, it has been seen to be true.
People hide sadness with a smile,
despite a heart that is blue.
And though it may not be always,
an attentive person finds,
That sometimes behind the brightest eyes
lay shattered remains of the most broken minds.
Sliver the Soul
Had it been easy to construe meaning of life,
Logical mind would stop digging and being keen,
No fear of death could put an end to all strife,
As we unveil treasures of nature umpteen,
Sliver half the soul that doesn't believe in unseen.
Written Feb 25th, 2016
For contest "Fragment of life" by Broken wings
From the darkest depths of life’s darkest season
The man could find neither rhyme nor any reason
He read the scrolls, the names they just passed him by
But a sliver of gold did then catch in his eye.
He sent out words, to find this name he really must
Aware of false gold, that’s hiding beneath rust
The seasoned man of jaded and cold feelings
A spark of life awoke in his heart sending it reeling.
That sliver of gold grew to a shaft oh so bright
The mighty man searched all through day and the night
To find that sliver of gold first and he then knew
Maybe it could turn his darkest season blue
He polished his armour and his charger he rode
Determined if needed to search the whole globe
The shaft of light entered his heart and pierced his eye
Determined was he, never to let it pass by.
Little known that shaft of light golden and, shining bright
Saw this great man,in the depth of dark with no light
Her place in chains against which she oft did chafe.
In her heart she knew now the place to keep him safe
His charger he rode he found his new bright light
He lifted her up and he forgot his darkest plight
She sat behind him on his charger so white
They rode off together in golden glowing daylight
They loved together, the dark season did now lift
Hearts joined together, and now never will drift
That sliver of light the colour we have been told
Will hold them together as a strong band of pure gold.
©~GG~ 17/01/20
In the sky the moon is but a sliver.
Amidst pondering thoughts I begin to shiver.
Something's there stirring from deep within.
Mingling around the contents of this lonely den.
A shadow is casting there upon the wall.
Peering over the edge to watch the waterfall.
Visions of roaring tides over jagged stones.
Noisily shutting out the long silenced moans.
Whispering sweet promises the howling wind as cover.
While stepping those stones across one to another.
Lightening strikes and the thunder does crack.
A tremendous whirlwind of a storm on the attack.
Though every step taken be calculated and nimble.
All caught up in the storm and starting to trimble.
Glaring defiantly in the face of the churned up tide.
There's courage in not running back to the other side.
© written by Scarlett Sepulvado 3/4/2016
On a sliver of light, a pure dream settles, like a veil of whispers floating through time,
Leaving behind a tender shiver in the heart of the evening, when silences bow in prayer.
Hope is reborn from the ashes of memories, like an unbeaten longing in the trembling heart,
Heavy shadows dissolve in my silent gaze, and an unseen desire comes to life.
Time seems to stop, and the moment becomes a balm that soothes the wandering soul,
Bringing back the memory of an eternal instant, on a thread of light that crosses infinity.
I see you in my thoughts, almost near, with a soul open like a sacred book under the starry sky,
You came as if from a prayer, as if from a dream woven from threads of stars and deep mysteries.
Since then, I carry you within me, my divine icon, sculpted in rays of sun and desire,
You are the secret miracle pulsing in the rhythm of my heart, on a sliver of light.
The evening wind caresses us with the perfume of a rare flower, blooming in the night's silence,
And words gently fade away, like an echo lost in the depths of unknown dreams.
But love does not get lost, nor does it die, nor does it scatter in the relentless wind,
It remains a fragment of immortality, woven on a fragile and pure sliver of light.
If I weep, it is from the fullness of a gifted soul, which has learned to burn and to shine,
Even in the deepest darkness, and in the bright, boundless zenith.
True love does not hide, does not extinguish, does not wither in the shadow of time,
It lives in tears of joy and longing, on a sliver of light that divides eternity.
And if you were to leave, beloved, I would still remain with you, for from your warm and vivid ray
I have sculpted my heart, an altar of love that knows no ends or beginnings.
I will wait for you in secret, like a star that does not bow to the wind or time,
To return from eternity, on a thread of light that traverses the blue and endless skies,
And to find each other beyond time, in a dance of light and love that never ends,
On a sliver of light, where miracles find their home and longings find solace.
Gently falling from
The midnight sky
A sliver of silver
Dropped into
My palm,
It began to slowly melt
Into a little silver pool
Caressing
Each fold,
Each crease,
Quiescent in quietude,
Coalescing
With the warmth
Of my hand;
There it rested.
A smile
Lit up my face
In gratitude
For this small
Gift of the Moon.
Don't miss a sliver of a chance,
It may never come around again;
Forever lost to circumstance.
Don't miss a sliver of a chance
When it comes to love or romance,
Lest it inflicts heartache and pain.
Don't miss a sliver of a chance,
It may never come around again.
Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Date written: 01/10/2023
A sliver of hope
For this Christmas wish I have
I’ve slashed way down low
Hurt my knees below
Beyond all heartfelt caring
May she dream of me
Russell Sivey
Can you connect the gaps
With me, nonetheless?
Will you spread yourself thin,
For the few and far between?
Fill the crevices
No matter how deep
Bridge the chasms
Even if its jagged at the seams
Do you see the sliver of spaces?
The look on our faces
meaningful gazes
Try as you might
And hug me so tight
Even if you bleed through
I still feel the sliver of spaces
Between me and you
We sit on conversation chairs
Not speaking, not saying a word
But all is heard in the palpable
Elbows abutting, yet not touching
But feeling everything in the tangible
Misconstrued what you overheard
Misunderstood my every word
I crawl in spaces between worlds
I find your wounds in places
I've never heard
lying here aching in my bed
waiting and watching
thoughts of you humming in my head
waxing and waning
hoping I'm not dead
You prod, I poke
you push, I bleed
The tracks you played
Salvation I prayed
I felt the emptiness
Of the sound as it fades
Falling in love, falling out of
Falling in the ravine
I still see the sliver of spaces
between you and me.
Your whisper
of "Goodnight, Sweetheart," as I slowly surrender
to twilight slumber---sliver of heaven!
The sound of your "Good Morning,"
at the break of dawn as Morpheus releases
his hold on me---sliver of heaven!
You, leaping into my arms
and wrapping your legs around my waist.
Your way of welcoming me home---sliver of heaven!
Thoughts and dreams of you
when you're near or far;
no matter what time of the day---sliver of heaven!
Your soft kisses upon my lips
and brow, your loving arms,
warmly enfolding me---sliver of heaven!
The look of sheer love
in your soulful eyes, bewitching me;
penetrating the core of my soul---sliver of heaven!
Your fingertips
tenderly brushing my skin. Ah, the loveliness
of your beautiful smile---sliver of heaven!
Glowing in my heart like the sun,
your dulcet words of "I love you"
as you're leaving my sight---sliver of heaven!
Date written and posted: 04/13/2019
STRAND PICK 8, ANY THEME, ANY FORM
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date submitted: 04/15/2020
When we retire to our charming boudoire
Cathie just likes to read
While I on the other hand prefer to sleep
And dream of my kindly deeds
So I don my mask to block out the light
And I'm off to my fantasy land
Helping poor souls in dire straits
Those seniors whose life's hit the fan
You see I'm known as the “Lone Re-Arranger”
I help seniors rearrange their life
Along with “Pronto” and faithful horse “Sliver”
We help those struggling with strife
If your mate's in the kitchen preparing dinner
Using sharp and dangerous things
Don't start singing, stay far far away
She's distracted when she hears people sing
Travel to another part of the house
Stay as far away as you can
Older people at times lose control
They've been known to cut off their hands
Here's what the “Lone Re-Arranger” suggests
Be gentle with these elderly folks
They really don't mean to cause you no harm
Though the house may be filled with smoke
Just then I wake up from my interesting sleep
As Cathie turns out the light
Sure happy that knife in my back wasn't real
In my dreams I was rigid with fright!
© Jack Ellison 2013
In cut throat fashion the sadist kindly applies the garrotte
The guitar is a bit out of tune and needed some tension
Two love birds in soft tune and no further strings attached
Lights nearly out and the old record player blasts Ode to Joy
But some times these sex games take an unexpected turn
Eros and death go hand in hand until the therapist is happy
Slowly the noose tightens but fails to dis-please the masochist
I am supposed to suffer in pain and plead for more punishment
Yet the world turns fuzzy and and I disapprove of such pleasure
Ecstasy in all hues and vibrations produce one eternal moment
A stroboscope flickers to convulsions of unbelievable delight
Near death mixes with rebirth in parallel translucent tangents
Cuts open avenues of unbeknown faccets of present past future
Which melt into one as harmony’s fuse slices the lute into bits
Every neuron becomes visible and galaxies appear in the mind
Stashes of transmitters flood the cold and yet blazing hot brain
Loops of eternity mingle with nano seconds and conjure a dream
‘I am the chief executioner criminal victim and perpetrator in one’
One final breath and intoxication reverts back to shackles and whip
As intranet **** and devious aberration fade away into begging
‘I must have imagined that sado and maso were as tight as a slipknot’
Nirvana sliced and dissected will never again beckon so splintered
03rd February 2020
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sliver of moon shines
deep blue sky dotted with stars....
fall''s stillness surrounds