Best Splitters Poems
Far beyond the oceans deep,
in an unknown land
lived the loveliness’ own bird,
dear like golden sand.
Feathers made of rainbow light
well-bred was her will,
for the sad she gave her tears
healing dead and ill.
Aye - she was beloved, but …
then she was betrayed!
Feathers felt in mans fume out;
help is always late.
Heart broke.
Her lovely spirit darkened
like a cloud in spring
when her life was broken down
like a golden ring.
With wings of leather suffering
she was found again.
One more time she had to face
love - and the pain then.
Heart broke as crystal splitters.
Her eyes transformed to red.
scales suit skins surface
fire was her breath -
she became a dragon.
Deep inside her entity
still the phoenix lives.
Loves the music, loves the joy
loves whoever gives
her the love and kindness back
that she does deserve
And in friendships fire blaze
she will face rebirth.
The lives I impact are numerous
we don't see the ripples of water that rupture other peoples days
even the tiniest action can deteriorate a mountain
We wonder and whisper hypothesis but we forget about how inanimate objects feel
Assuming they don't matter is a like a solecism
except instead of one's grammar they are misguiding in their character
We prick and peel the faux layers of what is right
and decide to consume and assume the our complex little earth doesn't matter anymore
We lose respect for everyday objects forget how they appeared
The wonder and work dispersed executive plans that are created
every crayon, carton, and container as we forget to take care of them
but do we truly forget or is the value of a pair of scissors like a person without health insurance
We can't just buy another person
Our words cost money
Not real numbers
our emotional immune system
Some people's are large banks of water and other's yield shallow and weak desperate for a drop of grace
The plentiful feelings we crave are as fragile as your grandmothers china
Emotional Depression is the same as being poor
In Mind and Spirit that bottles your feelings
of negative money that delays all healing
Everything has a name no matter how big or small we decide and choose and domineer over them all
There is no sense to call a certain object its name for we conformed to how the world wants it to be
Do we not have a choice in words or a choice in what something is
The pressures of society forces us to cope and comply with every alibi they throw like a baseball game with only splitters
a life without change is full of quitters.
I open the door, I made sure to smile .
Although each one has been forced quite a while.
Calm yourself , I say to myself and bury my thoughts in the sand. I'm already talking too much, I try not too, and I want to prove that I can.
I feel stupid when you look my way, in that way. Like I'm your broken other half. I'll only clown and joke around , because I love to hear you laugh.
But I know how our day will end , the same as it always starts, the entire night spent sitting silently, and at the furthest space apart
How much more can one person take , how long will this pain last,. Because I cannot spend another day, pulling splitters from my heart .
Lumpers gather, clump, fuse, combine and meld.
Splitters separate, divide and rupture.
The Lumper's huge nuclear fusion bomb
makes bigger bang by fusing hydrogen
than Splitter's uranium fission bomb.
So where do your allegiances lie?
Is it fusion or fission, lump or split?
Do you focus on the differences
or else, put similarities forward
when deciding how to pigeonhole things.
How do you group, class and codify friends?
Overgeneralizing is risky,
it ignores individuality.
But overs-splitting can be dicey too,
with far too much variation to grasp
and hold while you consider your options.
It is more about what's on the labels,
than the size of your hands, nets or boxes.
"The last Episodes of a Vintage slave"
I'm shattered beyond belief, reaching for, an elusive life
that will never consume me, broken with with splitters in my intelligence
I do die, with slow disadvantages, chocking on harsh reflections
that keeps me on a death watch, waiting for the agent of loaded madness...
to execute me in thee (the) open, in incubus style
with hands bound to hell's bedroom of featured view...
now manipulation is but a...
Hypnosis-Inducing Drug away (sodium barbiturate) to filling your boss's
pockets with gold...
you gave a lifetime of scheming performances of which I mostly
saw in the nude...
so when the lights dim from my eyes, will you watch...
and when its your turn and your torch is extinguished
know i will wait for you, in hell...
and i will be ready to sever you all the pain you deserved,,,
aka:lyricvixen
"The last Episodes of a Vintage slave"
I'm shattered beyond belief, reaching for, an elusive life
that will never consume me, broken with with splitters in my intelligence
I do die, with slow disadvantages, chocking on harsh reflections
that keeps me on a death watch, waiting for the agent of loaded madness...
to execute me in thee (the) open, in incubus style
with hands bound to hell's bedroom of featured view...
now manipulation is but a...
Hypnosis-Inducing Drug away (sodium barbiturate) to filling your boss's
pockets with gold...
you gave a lifetime of scheming performances of which I mostly
saw in the nude...
so when the lights dim from my eyes, will you watch...
and when its your turn and your torch is extinguished
know i will wait for you, in hell...
and i will be ready to sever you all the pain you deserved,,,
aka:lyricvixen
Utter me a lamenting word; we're enduring terribly.
A thing past forgets, weaved in emotional leeway.
Simply capping to bear, inside the inward personality.
Conjuring an immovable conviction of power decay.
We don't forget, yet the splitters rise promptly tall.
Providing expanse for visible shadows to improve.
Sunshine glares through possible cracks in a vast wall.
They'd instead allow proper shades than curtly remove.
At 13 years aged, I toiled with dullness and disarray.
While my friends invest vitality at the coast way,
None beats assisting our vast kin with daily cash.
As yet, the child work misuse endured a moaning clash.
When the whiff crackles my sun-damaged hair,
Bushy brows, credulity cloaked in a razor-thin stare.
In the ingenious wrapping depicting rainbow,
Our dreams crave a variety of gold pastry yellow.
I could achieve my goal if I had bettor arm.
I need to work as opposed to getting a training form.
Crammed inside of the gloomy, fearsome facility.
With hundreds of underages within the occupancy,
For what motive should boys bear-like Steve Jobs?
The most they can compete is a dollar daily odds.
They should be nimble, sturdy, and esteemed.
Not altering at a factory under hot eyes enraged.
The beginning of dusk goes prior to morning.
On the shoulder, there is a blaze of lightning.
Perceiving that we've merely been a pawn.
A view on life deepens the rule of aging brawn.
With regards to all-inclusive visual impairment,
Society's clever lies are fastened to its acquirement.
Divine intervention will vastly convey reality.
Every one of the clasps was at that point slouchy.
Written: December 17, 2021
DIVINE INTERVENTION Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Pain runs in the open heart
Turning away to a life never to again start
Green eyed tears flow like a river's night wind
The body is clean but the mind lives in forever sin
The glass splitters as it slips to the ground
The life you had seems like it can't be found
So run as fast away from your pain
And leave behind your lost loves cane
There is so much mixed up in the mind
You look around scared about what you will find
Black seems as white as gray
So where is your soul going to stray
The pain is so much it will never be feed
The heart is torn apart till it is dead
The fire with in you has turned to ice
But that is just part of rolling the dice
But don't just lay around and cry
Look up towards the heavens and you will again fly
There are still things that have not been done
The path ahead is as bright as the sun
Just remember that the pain is just a lie
Then you will live forever and you shall never die
The door of life lies shattered now,
Fragments scattered, I disavow.
Splitters of a dream undone,
Underneath a setting sun.
The path I walked, so full of pain,
Led to darkness, endless rain.
Each step a weight, each breath a chore,
Till life could hold my heart no more.
I stood before that broken frame,
A soul consumed by silent flame.
The light beyond, too bright to see,
A world where I could never be.
Hope once whispered In my ear,
But now it fades, replaced by fear.
The door of life, once strong and bold,
Now lies in ruins, silent, cold.
The echoes of a life misplaced,
Reflections of a time erased.
No more future, no more past,
In this void, I’m free at last.
Shards of dreams beneath my feet,
A bitter end, a sad defeat.
The door of life, its remnants few,
A testament to what I knew.
No way forward, no retreat,
In the shattered glass, defeat.
The door of life, now just debris,
A moment to what was me.