Best Splintered Poems
carrying chopped wood
to stack in our supply pile ...
my whole day splintered
my eyes meet up with yours as we walk
the swans flying form a heart as they flock
we jump holding hands off the edge of the dock
the summer water is a refreshing as can be
swimming together out to the old rock
as the sunset shatters into the sea
getting closer as the day starts to disappear
for warmth and to ease your constant fears
water slowly dripping off us like little tears
I’m so damn happy to be here and so is she
nothing all around us not even the pier
as the sunset shatters into the sea
“I love you” is done without being said
the sky around us is changing red
holding each other close in our water bed
like birds leaving a cage we are now free
breaking the halo that once sat on her head
as the sunset shatters into the sea
the rock is like a mountain above the skies
watching the waves of life quickly pass us by
the scroll of childhood unrolls before my eyes
locking up my youth and throwing away the key
understand now that time really flies
as the sunset shatters into the sea
Memories play in my mind
faded black and blue
remembering mistakes
that I cannot undo
picking up the splinters
of this damaged heart
tired of trying to mend
what always falls apart
sinking broken dreams
of my yesterday
I can't hold on to things
that want to fly away
I'm trying to let go
of what's come to an end
hoping that maybe someday
these wounds will truly mend
By Morgan Mise
Written December 6, 2012)
Daylight beckons with crooked finger,
turning my back, I watch night retreat
with sadness.
In its cloak I can appear invisible.
This tourniquet, wrapped around my heart,
grows tighter with each passing breath.
Diminishing all chances of recovery.
Dust settles over this persistent frown
safe in the knowledge that no smile,
will ever disturb its rest, no fingers
will smudge its presence.
The telephone cries out with false promises;
Unanswered, it slips into regretful silence,
accusing me.
Through the sheltered window, grey sounds
of a world content to revolve.
Never missing a lost soul, buried under
the jetsam of self-pity.
Metronome agenda,
countdown to self-destruction.
Stripping away the layers of deceit
until core of me lies exposed.
Barren of the smiling mask,
sorrow beckons.
Love is a many-splintered thing
It warps; it chips
It burns ~
It takes turns
I splintered into a thousand brittle glass
You brandished a bamboo rag
And with one sweep
Wiped out my remains
To impertinent winds
I awoke feeling completely broken
But you've kept some tiny cuts
And will never return it.
Lover each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
Years of tenderness love a garland weaved,
Away their love, parted hearts now bereaved,
Bereft them parted strained in love ,
Stripped of glow and devoid of heavenly grace from above.
Lover each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
As sorrow seeps across their face,
the dew of the morn shuns the warmth of the day deface.
Lover each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
For days to come both, they would grieve,
Make believe a straight face ,for all to deceive,
But deep within their hearts that broke,
A dim flame of emotions still lies awoke.
Lover each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
A score late were parted lovers to meet,
Wonder how they were to greet,
With frozen silence and tear dried face,
Wonder if those feelings could they erase.
Pain drenched brow would seem to show,
The wrinkles with pain the deeper that they grow.
Lover each parted their mutual ways,
Tears for them cause misty sprays.
Cold grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
My broken heart
is finally shattered.
All happiness amiss
Behind this splintered shield
Lies my fragile rose in bloom
Too afraid to let it die
I keep it hidden,
Safe in sadness,
Behind this splintered shield.
The sun and life may hurt it,
so I'll just keep it here.
Behind this splintered shield
The looks of these linear tracks
deemed jagged, rusty, splintered
and tired are railroad ties
none the less bonded to these
old worn tracks...
Many a mile and many a folk have
traveled down these hardened rails
Every screech and rattle of steel
on steel a memory, a dream of a boy,
a man, his spirit, his life on these
old worn tracks...
Be it fond memories of the proud engineer
who displays a farmers tan created solely
on one side of his beefy frame riding these
old worn tracks...
With a salty smile, a hearty tug on his whistle
he trudges galiantly toward his destination
guiding his wares on these old worn tracks...
Intuition his best guide through
darkest mountains around treacherous
curves, shaking tiny villages from
their foundations, two hundred cars
one by one galloping these trusted
old worn tracks...
Home now as he stumbles to find his
bed, clickety clack,clickety clack
slumbering dreams of his long day
on his old worn tracks...
The Splintered Door
She shed but one cold tear.
The splintered door slammed
shrieking on its twisted hinges-
aftermath of “loving’s” binges.
The tear hung over a life
squandered on hopeful lies.
Death’s whimper crept across her smile.
How had her independence turned servile?
This frozen tear became
a memoried amulet
protecting her form torments
she fled - yet can’t forget.
The tear contains the sounds
of footsteps in the dark,
a weeping heart imprisoned
in an ever present threat.
Fear’s haunting clink on crystal glass
an icy heart cold breathing near
gasping on fate’s fatal twist.
She shed but one cold tear.
The splintered door slammed.
John G. Lawless
©10/23/2017
What can i do but endure
This constant world of hurt
Everytime my heart beats
The cracks get even worse
I thought that i was healing
But little did i know
Nothing could prepare me for
The stinging pain of my heart
Being torn once more
There is rhythm in your soul.
Who splintered your heart
into song?
sunburst horizon
sky splinters light shards strike land
a Monet drapes eyes
May 26, 2018
What am I to you? Hold on to my heart…
Take me out of evilness….oooh…. I’m so confused…
You splinter my heart…
You splinter my heart…
Hmmm….hmmm…
Mend my heart…I’m a bit delusional…
You splinter my heart…
You splinter my heart…
You’re my piece of gorgeous art
I can see your eye look straight through me
I fell too hard on my own seat…
Open wide your eyes…and sing with me…
Ohhh….oohh…oohhh…ohhhh…
What am I supposed to do?
You splinter my heart…
You splinter my heart…
You’re my piece of gorgeous art
I can see your eye look straight through me
It could be wrong, but it feels good…to me…
You splinter my heart…
You splinter heart…
You’re my piece of gorgeous art
I can see your eye look straight through me
I drove you too far in the road…
You are my delightful abode
Eyes stare straight at me…
Friends left me on the street, all alone
I can see the night sky…I can’t see a bright day
I grab a hold of you, but you’re too busy…
Girl, I’ll get you some day
You splinter my heart…
You splinter my heart…
You’re my piece of gorgeous art
I can see your eye look straight through me
Please heal my splintered heart of mine…
You splinter my heart…
You splinter my heart…
You’re my piece of gorgeous art
I can see your eye look straight through me
You splinter my heart…
You splinter my heart…
You’re my piece of gorgeous art
I can see your eye…and I depart from evil…
You splintered my heart, buddy
You are the waves of the sea…
Oops, my splintered heart…
Oops, their splintered hearts
Bleed…
I’ve written everything I’ve wrote
splintered edges, leaky boat
wrote and wrote and still there’s more
sweat stained, cracked but trusty oar
penciling in and out of shore
I’ve cursed the sun, welcomed the rain
beneath the bridge became the train
challenged the rapids of my mind
unraveled secrets still entwined
within the eddy, swirl and rush
of purging flight and endless fall
forever rainbows joyful pall
enveloping both wit and pen
of poetry’s oft splintered whim
John G. Lawless
©1/14/2022