Best Splintering Poems

They told me you cried on the day I died
A sob splintering through a silent dome
Your sorrow a shroud on the catacomb
As I laid where...

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I dream poetry;
I breathe poetry, for poetry 
calls your name, feeling your 
inerrant essentia—
your soul bleeds into mine—
a collision of cosmos, 
diffused magnetically, once 
a...

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Look up to see a dome of black velvet
lavishly set with crystals of starlight.
And watch time confetti infinity,
unveiling trillions of lights to the night.

Mars and...

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A BUSH FIRE  
               
One scorching afternoon,
A sudden splintering sound...

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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf...

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God, if you're listening,

I haven't heard from you in a long time.
I thought we had a great thing going here, but my prayers have yet...

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Hell breaks loose through the trusting door
Whining its splintering, wooden hinges
Claws wrapping onto the arches beyond
Gnarled feet pressed on the threshold
Lower limbs jingling with sparky...

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Dreams On The High Seas

I dare reach my dreams on the high seas
Calm sea sweet is the night air
High tide with the heightening of the...

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Hand in hand they meander through  the deserted lane, 
freshly fallen snow crumpling under foot 
Littering the sky, Bright stars,  glittering like coins...

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Nightmare Before Christmas - Jack & Sally



Darling; did I tell you?
That you make my splintering bones feel
As if they had sensitive shocked nerves still.

In the...

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Honestly lately, there is too much going on
Hurting everyone by those who choose to be a con
There’s too much going on, in so many ways
Weighing...

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The base word “dally,” from old French used to mean to chat idly.

dilly-dally of dandelions - seeds on fire, blown
    downward. ...

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I flip the history of Bojangles
On a cool Sunday evening
Los Angeles coming down
A flow of oboes breathing
Through the lung of the street
The hobo not stopping...

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Rejected
Defected
A hopeless case
Lost, drifting
Vanished without a trace
Sorrowing, woeful
Mired in despair
Anguished
Frustrated 
Tearing out fistfuls of her hair
Lonely, yearning
Trapped in solitude
Hoping for a pitying hand
To raise her...

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There’s three puppets here,
You and him are on the stage;
I am in the box.
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I am in the box,
Tangled up in my own strings:
Waiting for my...

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