Best Split Poems
early morning sun
a brand new day is dawning
hear
the cockerel crow
sun beams from heaven
with uplifting mellowness
they
brighten up our world
scorching hot sunshine
summer has arrived at last
eat
cooling ice cream cones
beautiful sunset
spectacular orange sky
soon
darkness will descend
(N contest rule 5 7 5 haiku with one additional word)
Contest Split Haiku Sponsored by Mystic Rose
04~03~16
The road split two ways
The traveler stood and stewed
He was holding up traffic
Though he sought not to be rude
One sign said, 'The Easy Life'
The other, 'Eternal Rest'
He honestly didn't know
Which one would be best
He heard a voice under him
Above him, a second voice too
One voice for each road sign
Both sounded good ~ What to do...
He startled himself with a shock of a thought
His life had been hard; had it all been for naught
Right then and there he knew which road to choose
So, he laid himself down and proceded to snooze
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My tale has been told; there's nothing more to say
I hope it has brightened a part of your day
And that you thought to yourself what you might just do
When a fork in the road one day greets you
If I could split myself in two
One half of me I'd give to you,
The other half I'd send away
To be with her like yesterday.
Though it sounds harsh, this I would do
If I could split myself in two.
If I could split myself in two
One half for her, one half for you.
The half for her would win her back
To heal my heart and mend the crack,
To fix me up, made good as new
If I could split myself in two.
If I could split myself in two
The other half would stay with you.
While one half fixes years of tears
The Half with you would have no fears,
Would be devoted, strong and true
If I could split myself in two.
But I am not two, I'm just one man
So I'll swear to love you all I can
If you will take me cracks and all,
Be there to lift me when I fall,
I'll dedicate my life to you
And no longer wish myself in two.
A banana split can be a work of art.
With the fruit cut lengthwise in half is where we start.
Three scoops of our favorite ice cream go on top.
Whatever flavor, use the cream of the crop.
On each scoop go toppings of pineapple, chocolate, and strawberry.
Above that go generous mounds of whipped cream and a cherry.
A split is good enough to change the most dour personality.
Serve up this treat, and see them become merry.
L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks, shoes, and boots on 39
K indergarten urchins who are galloping around the room, or jumping on ball
chairs.
E veryone is excited; the snow is falling and
T he five-year-olds woke up screaming with excitement,
Y elling their head dendrites off, dancing and galloping
S ix ways to Sunday, and it’s only Tuesday,
P rincipal skates into the room, “Lickety Split!” she yells.
“L et’s all help, and get them out there quick!” The 2nd grade teacher sticks in
her head to hollar,
“I ce will be here within the hour. Everybody help.” A bunch of 4th and 5th
graders run in to help dress
t hem. Seconds later, the worn-out Kindergarten
Teacher throws out a magic lasso, and 39 kindergarteners all grab hold. The next minute, they
land in a big snow drift.
“Lickety, lickety, yickety, bickety, pickety, split!” they all yell, running away in every conceivable direction.
Written 4-9-2018 Contest: What I Like Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
trees with sprouting limbs
bathed by spring's April showers
don
their lacy green robes
trees with dense full limbs
swayed by warm summer breezes
spread
their green velvet capes
trees with brilliant limbs
whirled by the cool autumn winds
shed
their burnished gold gowns
trees with cold bare limbs
frozen by winter blizzards
drape
their white fluffy scarves
Life is ebbing quickly, …just as the sun must fall.
If we listen close enough, our number will be called.
Can you hear a ticking clock, unwinding in the dark?
Keeping tempo like a train, that speeds upon a track?
Eyes may never look ahead, and heads will turn away.
There's no place to turn around, to visit yesterday.
Youth is gone in just a flash, so we must seize today!
Spend each moment, cherish it, .. as if a piece of gold.
Pretend each day is ours alone,…our very last to hold!
Love can be a legacy that we could leave behind.
Intentions are the stepping stones, that no one else will find.
Treasure life, and make it count, before it speeds away.
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4/11/18
Contest: "Lickety Split"
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
lavender florets
sway their hems to a gold wind...
as
queen bee jiggles
aisle of lush gardens
invite morn's jaybirds on flight...
coo
cooing sweet tunes
dew bathes newborn plants
evergreen their christened ribs...
from
heaven's blessings
such bright assemblage
displays lush April's glory
when
spring thrills charmed hearts
MYSTICS SPLIT HAIKUS Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
4/10/2016
Summer’s sweetest natural dessert
Presented itself to me in the form of a
Large seeded watermelon that
I found by chance at a local food stand.
Thrilled was I to see such a perfect specimen!
Wide, round, and green,
It had a yellowish underside and those “bee stings”
Desired by people who search for the tastiest melons
Every year when that marvelous fruit is in season.
On my arrival home, I stumbled and dropped that luscious melon.
Pulp of red juiciness splattered all over the driveway -
Effectively destroying the whole thing as it went KER-SPLAT,
Never to be enjoyed by my expected dinner guests that evening!
June 10, 2022
For Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Title chosen: Split Wide Open
The Withered Rose
The withered rose
May be tattered and torn
Scorned by past trauma
Still, she is beautiful…
She keeps thorns to protect
That which is left
She has been eaten alive
Stepped on near death
Therefore, it is the withered rose
That I adore
For there is beauty in her struggle…
Lickety Split
Life is a vessel
Inside my mind
Creeping along
Knowingly
Elan is over when the sails topple
The wind ceases
Youth, and lulls old age
Such is the ascent and descent
Pressing on now in quick montages
Life in its infancy to ending
In a blink of prized tuna and weathered sails
This vessel sailed by much too fast
connie pachecho
4/10/18
“Love is a power so strong, yet if compressed without
outlet, it is as good as stagnant waters"---by poet
As we roamed under the star spangled sky,
Sharing many a trivial thought
I failed to voice my clandestine whim
Structured within my heart's inmost core
When words got suddenly broken up
With a lump forming in my throat
I failed to convey what I meant
In a language explicit for you to grasp
Gazing at each other, as we stood
Without uttering a word aloud, never making explicit
My thoughts with inhibitions subduing me,
You failed to notice my love lit eyes
Sadly glistening with tears, about to shed
Sad, my thoughts scattered like dead leaves
Abandoned by the trees in harsh autumn wind
Whirling down directionless and fated to rot
At the end of a pleasant united jaunt
When forced to take our own solitary paths
With life’s journey diverging in opposite tracks,
We failed to say even a parting word
As a gesture of courtesy, due for both
Alas, when the past has dwindled slowly away
We remain in our own cloistered cells
Failing to forget what has transpired
With wounds bleeding all through time
Whenever I think of our love, that got thus fused
Standing speechless and tongue tied every time
I force a wistful glow, wondering what might have been
If you could see my heart split wide open
And known my true feelings which I could never once divulge
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June. 6.2022
~Placed First~
This or That, Vol. 12 Poetry Contest
Subject Chosen- Split Wide Open
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
In the speechlessness
of your breathlessness,
I breathe vigorously
to arouse your former arising,
too afraid to touch
a corpse in the making.
Could another's spare years
restore your time?
Could another's breath
bring back your air?
Could my hyperventilation,
like our blended heart,
be split in half to share?
In quiet, space breaks down into insight.
Opposing the edge amidst deceit and blight.
Imperceptible resonation is reflected back.
On a hunch, or at the stroke of night track.
A lethal tree is still close in the woodlands.
The spirit was trailing on the kist of the tree.
At first, kids looked to chip with their hands.
Seep into the night in a ruddy shrunken spree.
I wake up early to the Greek myth of Zeus.
A vessel drifting on the Dal Lake in Udaipur.
The sound of a woman sobbing in sadness.
Over calm green oceans, echoes in Jupiter.
She was performing in a velvety baritone.
Pain in the midst of the tranquility of dawn.
Endeavoring to perform the icy top in June.
Mountains that frame the Kilimanjaro awn.
Ghastly calamities smash and deeply devastate.
I rightly fear that wide-open harm didn't recover.
You can expect the best, yet I will never hesitate.
My dear life depends on your choice; kindly usher.
I regularly defied to bid someone to criticize.
The one-sided truth was dazzling blindness.
My space was thwarted in the related size.
I felt as if somebody led a ruin process.
Sacredness to which humankind might relate,
With the moon sitting on edge of the world.
Mountains meet to uncover the ornate.
Smiling and radiating, from high observed.
There are times when I can feel the crests fly.
I'm being held down as my blood is drained.
Brain scars result from ruined sight and sway.
When I perish, a chasm arises in my mind.
A lean, edge-on which rests one's optimism.
Please be cautious of steps you split wide open.
In fate, a walk on shells will be optimum.
Shift much fatal shooting and be woken.
I minded my name being said in a whisper.
I was adducible of a hand tapping my forearm.
When I swung around to direct a look closer,
I found myself alone and aching for smarm.
How might a heart that dorsum and delicate,
Have the sway to bear a vast part desolate.
But we're apt despite our humble eyesight.
To discover the earth and the vast infinite.
The monstrosity of the encompassing world.
Encompassed by both the sight and the sound.
Emotions energize the heart within the darkness.
Eyes that can consistently scan such elegance.
1st Place Contest Winner.
Written: June 01, 2022
This Or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
3,334 years ago tomorrow
the Israelites crossed the Sea
If they had all drowned instead
today I wouldn’t be me…
The Sea split in half, all the books say
and so did water in every bath
from Lebanon to Babylonaey
So, throughout the ancient world people heard the news
of the good fortune that landed at the feet of the Jews…
But God wouldn’t let the angels celebrate
‘The Egyptians are drowning, don’t jubilate’
So why is Moses singing, the angels asked then ~
A dime in the jukebox bought a lot of 45s way back when
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Note: All this stuff actually happened, except I'm not so sure
if dimes worked in early jukeboxes... Gotta google that.