Best Splints Poems
A Fisherman’s Tale
Out o’gloom, her pale siege comes to menace our humble dwell
I look to celeste fix, yet no stark smile to traverse me
So I grip my girl, now graceful, as she slides in churn swell
My girl’s effete bones shiver, I hold hand tight, she begs flee
‘No my love’, so steel she plough’s on fierce, ice slapping her cheeks
I plea for celeste fix!.... yet no stark smile to traverse me
Enraged, her howls come screaming! shakes my lass ‘till skin comes weak
I say ‘be farer my girl’, shy, she tries turn forth our scow
‘No my love!’.... so bold she ploughs on fierce, ice slapping her cheeks
Her fury hurls, first flot then ice floe… splints… fly from loves brow!
Marred…. lets cry! bones cleft, I whisper ‘we have each other now’
I say ‘be brave my girl’, so steel, she try’s keep float our scow
I slide aged hand across my beautiful salt licked bough
Out o’gloom, her pale siege came, broke apart our humble dwell
Marred tried ‘vain, bones cleft, I whispered…. ‘we have forever now’
So I sooth my love…. now peaceful…. as we slide in churn swell.
Categories:
splints, dark, devotion, goodbye, grief,
Form:
Terzanelle
Characters in action
Talents in multiplication
Shapes and sizes of many version
Skills on display with tension
Over the top ropes one would gape
Under the ropes one can escape
Apron of thick mattress
Arena of countless matches
Highlighted are dressed to kill
Fronting the crowd that fill
Seats of spectators that cheer
Feats of competitors, not jeer
Matches roll with blunder
Rumbling and grappling like thunder
Crutches and splints spread over
Bodies of the bruised fall over
Grueling matches live on
Under any pressure show must go on
It's not "business as usual" that linger
Players of theatrics in danger
Venues are slated by dates
Participants stipulated as mates
Previews of expected bouts
Reviews that excite and shouts
Year after year is the Rumble
Inside the ring that crumble
Event that sounds so noble
Fame, not fortune that bubble
A prelude to Wrestlemania
An interlude of regalia
A shot coveted in spotlight
A spot asserted with delight
Let's get ready to rumble!...
Categories:
splints, character, color, creation, men,
Form:
Other
Why do you want to leave me standing alone
the once happy home, now half the throne
we stood together through thick and thin
the beautiful duo, together forever
walks in the park, dancing after dark
the love was golden we once shared
I felt the eyes of envy, what a beautiful pair
now you leave me feeling the despair
stepping off this way, I can't explain my pain
lying here broken, crying in shame.
why did you have to be the first
to touch me this way
joy of once love, now you displace
was it my cat like eyes that frightened you away
was it the confidence my walk displayed
that blurred my vision that dreadful day
I had fallen once before, but never this way
I let my guard down thinking you'd carry me always
today the disappointment is right in my face
but I will survive, I won't be defeated, maybe another day
I will stand strong, I will walk tall
I will never let the splints you cast keep me down.
I will heal in just 6 to 8 weeks.
A brand new ankle
I hope you will remember me.
"The Break"
Categories:
splints, allusion, break up, emotions,
Form:
Ballad
"Be very still", the voice said
"I'll get the nails from between your toes".
"He still breathes", another voice.
A gentle move,
a hand laid at my back,
another at my neck.
"We are your friends, not foes",
He adds, hearing my whimpering.
I cringe at the painful sting
of nails torn from my hands.
I hear their whispers of horror
when they remove the bloodied shirt.
He wraps my chest in cellophane
Gently whispering and smiling.
Someone turning me around,
tightly strapped to a gurney
holds me softly against his chest,
while another cuts my jeans away:
"His calf needs splints, his back
Is badly hurt... those vertebrae,
this kid is most certainly not okay".
The soft voice whispers tenderness.
"A miracle he lives,
the way we found him,
he is crushed, his femur".
"Cover him in blankets,
his skin so cold, ambulance now!
Don't touch his shattered forearms!"
He cautiously takes my limp body
in his warm and careful strong arms.
My nostrils fill with strangest fragrance,
And in my brain the world spins,
Finally I am feeling warm,
And then I fall asleep
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brain, forearms, nostrils, femur, vertebrae, chest, calf, nails, hands, toes, back, neck, arms.
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A Body of Work - contest
sponsored by Viv Wigley
september 2016
Categories:
splints, abuse, child abuse, pain,
Form:
Free verse
I open and close my stiff cold hands,
and look down at what my pen has spilled;
my hands ache from decades of writing,
my many pages are totally filled.
Electric jolts stab at my fingers,
and my writing is dead and tingling;
I put on my ugly, clumsy splints,
and send my words to go a mingling.
And mingling, mingling far and far,
soon, I hear the snakes come creeping;
to tear apart- destroy my words,
the cobra asp came while I was sleeping.
Then, came the unblinking viper asp,
all the night my poetry they devoured;
each word that my pen had let fall,
and in the morning they left- a coward.
Perhaps the asp thinks this is power,
that they are cunning and will break me;
that I will fall in beautiful broken pieces,
but I have courage and only I, have the key.
_______________________
April 29, 2018
Poetry/Quatrain/Only I, Have The Key
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1018-003-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Asp
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Fourth Place
Categories:
splints, bullying, hate, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
Merrily merrily I say unto thee
It's time to go in for surgery!
Anesthesia pumping through my veins; knocked out for forty five
Oh please oh please do not let me die
Post-op's a *****, tortuous at that
Splints in my nose, feeling so whack
But **** it I say, this could be more dire
It could be worse, I could be on fire!
Categories:
splints, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI (ANDRESS)
When...the wind blows...the skies scatter...and the snowy caps
MELT!
When...two butterflies...FLY...THE HOWLING-WINDS/BLOW!
The vectors-of...SPACE...CRACK...UNDER-GRACE!
When Andromeida's/BACK-PAINS...THE RAINS
OF THUNDER/BREAK!
Two dancers...in-their/INNER-PAIN...do-they/BREAK?
One-thou-sand/TEARS...to-their/STEPS!
WAS-IT...ONE-THOU-SAND/TEARS...TO-THEIR/STEPS?
My-two-dancers/in-their-INNER-PAIN!
How could Cinderella...and-SLEEP-ING/BEAUTY
DANCE...between-each/STAR
When the stars and-MARS...BREAK-in/the-strain-of
The crystalean-SPLINTS?
Two dancers...in-their/INNER-PAIN...do-they/BREAK?
One-thou-sand/TEARS...to-their/STEPS!
WAS-IT...ONE-THOU-SAND/TEARS...TO-THEIR/STEPS?
In the vortex...of silver-'n-blue/DESTINIES
IS-IT-GOLD-OR-SILVER?
DOES-HER-IN-NER/PAIN...COUNT?
In-FOUNTAINS-of/PAIN!
When the winds howl-in/PAIN...DOES-THE/RAIN
WASH-HER-FACE/OF-ITS/PAIN?
Two dancers...AND-THEIR/DESTINIES!
MARS-and-VENUS...ABOVE-and-BELOW!
Dancers-AMONGST-the-royal-GREEN-'n-CRIMSON/BURSTS-of-SIL-VER...
FLASHES-of-VEC-TORED/LIGHT!
Another's-PAIN-is...NOTHING-TO/GAIN!
Two dancers...in-their/INNER-PAIN...do-they/BREAK?
One-thou-sand/TEARS...to-their/STEPS!
WAS-IT...ONE-THOU-SAND/TEARS...TO-THEIR/STEPS?
Can Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty...have-TWO/FAIRY-TALES?
IF-THE-STARS...BREAK/under-the/STRAIN...THE-PANO-PLY
OF-SHAME...SAYS-YES!
Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty/EACH-HAVE-DESTINIES...
FLASHES-OF/LIGHTNING...CAN-STRIKE/TWICE!
FLASHES-OF/LIGHTNING...DO-STRIKE/TWICE!
The-royalist/MARCH-AMONGST-THE-SILVER-'N-BLUE/STARS!
FOUR/CON-STEL-LA-TIONS...in-the-dark-ness/of-PRIVATE...
BLACK-VELVET!
FOUR/DANCERS...AMONGST-THE-STARS...FOREVER-MERRY...
FOREVER-IN-LOVE!
FOUR/DANCERS...AMONGST-THE-STARS...FOREVER-MERRY...
FOREVER-IN-LOVE!
FINIS
Categories:
splints, anniversary, beauty, i love
Form:
Ballad
When churches of honor decay
Mired in cynicism's wet glue
She splints the feet of hobbled faith
To believe as the unbroken do.
9/27/20
For 'Writing Challenge - Decay' contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
splints, loss, recovery from,
Form:
Quatrain
Since I saw you,
I've had this hope live in me.
That everything that isn't needed be gone.
The details of sales papers, shopping carts.
The ease of temptation.
Standing still.
To fill my cart full of things I don't need.
Coffee rings, free samples.
The debris of reality.
Strings and paper slings around baked goods.
Shopping around facedown.
Pushing the cart row after row.
The things on sale.
The pings of the register.
Splints that aren't necessarily the object we've come face to face with.
Jamaican rum.
Our fingerprints used in vain
The residue from coffee pots and things we've touched.
Bottled, sealed tight.
Fresh water springs.
Still we pursue.
I pursue.
Your carefree sensibility.
I've walked every row in search.
Where have you gone,
Withdrawn
Categories:
splints, black african american, black
Form:
Free verse
I am invited to a posh do
But I don’t want to go
I don’t have any shoes
There’s not many people know
Shoes and me, do not mix
My only pair is ten years old
And now I am in a fix
They were bought for a wedding
But I was ill and never went
But now my shoes will not fit
On the new splint they have sent.
It is a Lords and Ladies do
My title I do have
But shoes, no I don’t
And now I’m feeling bad.
I wear trainers everywhere
They fit on all my splints
I can’t do any dancing
Not even a short stint.
What do I do girls, should I even go?
Or get out of it again
That’s what I really need to know
I do not dress up ever
Because I have no shoes
But tiara and trainers
Is a look no-one wants to use.
I even got married in trainers, all covered in silk
Its not pity from you, that I am trying to milk.
Just what would you girls do?
If invited to posh do’s,
But looking in your wardrobe
You find you don’t have any shoes.
Categories:
splints, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I speak of pain without external scars
I speak of loss for treasured things
I speak in the silence of my broken heart
The me I hold against all that tears it apart.
You think I am whole
Because I nurture everyone to be
More than moon and drinker of the harsh indifferent sun
I teach them how to pull tides up
Change seasons, set the dark alight
Because wholesome deeds take not whole our strength
Or should I better say this another way
Pain is fuel in the fired clay
I speak of pain deflating dreams and self
I have pain for my brother and brethren gone
Meteorites of my unlit dawn
Nagging pebbles gnawing me in the shoe
Pearls I could have spent brimming my manliness
I speak of pain you cannot tell is there
Every death is hard to bare
But harder still my sibblings lost to me
In a fatherless world, without compass to maturity.
I speak of pain from ancient wars
My sisters were richest part of life
One place a whole cross on me, and I had to walk with it
It is so I love amidst the ebb and flow of adversity
I cannot wince, I am nailed to suffering's humility.
I speak of pain a million ways to feel
To dry a mother drenched in dreadful poverty
While ever drowned in sorrows tears
Amidst the frantic failures and fizzled repairs
The family like a shattered glass, that special souvenir
Becoming spites splints for bare susceptible feet
There is no pain deep as these
The magma boiling in the plugged up heart
I speak of pain from cruel loss
Friends fallowed into dry dead grass
Ambition like candle fat ground into the carpet clammy with dust
I speak of pain in love
Yet only once I love, and still no love its loyalty denied
When all the worldly value my peace could not abide
I suffer still and but to silence confide
The torture of my indomitable will, refusing death like a cup of gall
I speak of pain, the whole legacy of Adam's wounding fall
I make my rainbow with my tears
And turn the volume of my prayers up
To mute the scoffers, and the liars, and the jeers
I drink my joy from a promised cup
A wedding supper that challenges me with gender switching meanings
And yet I am secure
That nothing earthly may heal again my stagnant sore
I speak of pain I feel
From the hahazard day of grunting, groaning birth
Categories:
splints, recovery from..., death, me,
Form:
Free verse
He stands somewhere
between
football depravity
and
butterfly nighttime kisses ~
soccer shin splints
and
lilac blooms perfuming
his dreams and unpatience.
He knows of loss and
death
spine bending
penance ceaseless.
He writes with quiet introspection
and
bloody chaos and
confusion
tempered
with
devotion and steadfast commitment.
He found me drowning.
Picked me up
and
carried me
uncomplaining
of the added weight.
Before me stands the meaning
of the love
of a friend.
Trustworthy.
Categories:
splints, friendship, happiness, love, thank
Form:
Free verse
Shall this cold bring you only to my mind
Less I will not forgive it for disrupting the night
That you are in such untouchable distance is of prime
And that this cold shall make my passion cry
These droplets that enfeeble this body of mine
Brings forth journeys of wingless flight
In such obligation, it must bring me to you
And place me beside you all night through
And place you beside me till the dawn dues
Else then this droplets I shall consider measly:
For then they seem as agents of jealousy
Against my peaceful night and slumber
Let this storm bring us together
In some ways; in dreams or wonders
For your warmth is full of such embers
That blazes the heart and the body
And splints the eyes and fingers
Then consumes the soul wholly
Categories:
splints, art,
Form:
Romanticism
there they came without a minutes waste
and climbed up the ladder into the devils fate.
they sprinted fast here and there trying to save a soul from the death bed,
i saw him climb up into the window a feeling of anxiety on his face.
a small childs cry amongst the flames black clouds everywhere.
without wasting a second even to think he goes away,
he hears a faint cry again and again.
splints falling on his head plasters from the wall here and there.
the crackling of the flames the devils cry obstacles everywhere.
her cries grew faint fainter with time he lost hope but still held on,
time was less a second is precious he calls for her but to na avail.
he opens a door with all his might and met a sight which forced him to carry on.
there she was lying a little girl of 10 in an unconscious state her body bent, her face
was pale milky white he could hear his own heart beating with plight.
he took her down an angel she was.
he took her to safety with a risk on his hand but he didn't care as he thought he saved
another one
with happiness on his face and a glow of a true hero he went to meet her the life he
saved,
but there she was lying covered with a shroud.
tears running down his face that is the life of a fireman bearing all the consequences
between life and death
Categories:
splints, sad, life, cry, life,
Form:
Stuck in a gargantuan feedback loop
Insentive truckers smash turtle shells
Squirrels sprawled with concrete entrails
Gleaming windshields refracting might
Dull relation just business is right
Scratching the ceiling of my nerve
Making blood curdle vengeance fertile
In shell shocked shin splints rampage
Remember to breathe as the poisons pass
As parasities arachnophobe their fist clenched dreams
Ill just stride and take my time
Pride is futile immortal hallucination
As the sun weaves her way
Ill make my escape and take my place
Categories:
splints, angst, death, fear,
Form:
Free verse