Best Tattered Poems

In the recollections of my journey thus far, the tattered pages of my life flutter
in my mind.  Like snapshots of times and places in black and white and color.
Haunting faces and glimpses of places.  Sad narratives come to mind along with
stories and the...

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That day by the lake,
tattered jeans and old t-shirts,
my hand in your back pocket as we walked,
your thumb
hooked over the top of my waistband.
It was hot,
...damned hot.

You tilted your hat at a silly angle and laughed,
I looked over and thought
'Hot,
...damned hot'

Smiles exchanged and then a...

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Torn and Tattered Wings

It’s not easy to have seen
All the darkness inside you
Places I have been
Sorrow and degrading
Thrusting their blades epithetize 
Hard into your heart

I look in your eyes
See the padded cells of your tears
Their blackwash lays cringing
Dogging your footsteps
With their fears

Nights unending betrayal
Of innocence...

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“A tattered soul isn’t always dark; there’s light within, amidst broken wings. Only a hyacinth heart would see the sun when it rains. ” ~
Quote by Poet


I 
am like
tattered twigs
on dying trees,
facing freckled skies~
watered with blooming grief,
as tainted roots of life-lines~
keeps carrying emerald scars,
scattered along...

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The other day I sat beneath a sycamore tree on the court house lawn.
Old Glory fluttered in the breeze and to my eyes it was drawn.
It was tattered and frayed, I assumed, by the storms of many seasons,
But as I mused upon its state, could...

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Sepia  photo hides  a face
With  creased lines  that could not retrace;
The details of  Grandma’s allure
As  tints cover those outlines pure--
Blemished by wartime,  its grim tales
Dark  the image of life’s travails
Severing her forgotten  youth:

Through my lamp's pearlescent...

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An absent spider 
left a tattered web to blow
in rosemary spines.
An ancient silk ruin hangs
in memory of the past,

of disappeared life,
just as the spines turn brittle
to die in summer's
heat and tell a tale of woe
from a once vibrant garden.

The drought is now past,
but the damage...

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In tailored suits that hug the form,
A businessman strides, exuding charm.
Briefcase in hand, he’s on his way,
Chasing the dawn of a brighter day.
Polished shoes click on the city’s grind,
With visions of fortune and power in mind.
He navigates crowds with purposeful grace,
While the world sees his...

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  Quilt handmade
Quilt tattered
Tattered edges
Tattered cloth
Cloth that's leftover
Cloth a reminder
Reminder of dresses
Reminder of handmade
Handmade dresses
Handmade with love
Love filled endeavor
Love the covering
Covering well used
Covering to possess
Possess little
Possess much
Much love
Much less things
Things to use
Things to wear out
Out of the heart 
Out of skilled hands
Hands that age
Hands...

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If your face is on my mind
Your eyes held glimmering in mine
that taste and feel of smooth sweet skin
the passion burning within
my resolve falls to tatters
your love is all that matters
please dont let your words be a joke
im looking for the truth you spoke 
it...

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"it’s been torn, and tattered, and broken apart, but keep me vulnerable and broken open, please stay my tender heart" – author, butterflies rising 

My heart is tattered; oh were it made of
a cloth like cotton, ragged it would be
because of one who tore from...

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I will turn back, back to a tattered page
to thirteen and my sorrow at this age 
I was timid, alone
I wore my pain like a heavy black cloak
I read and wrote poems and seldom spoke
my heart had turned to stone...

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For I fear 
what you might hear 
upon my trembling lips.
I say no more, 
my heart is sore, 
they'll be no sinking ships.

Your eyes I see, 
they call to me, 
and reach my very soul.
But I retreat, 
I won't repeat, 
the life and love you...

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. . . 

clicking slowly with the passage of life,
my childhood devoured by time;

a clock that never rests . . . 



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February 19, 2015

Poetry/Kimo/''oh time, old and tattered''
Copyright Protected, ID 02-641-298-19
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France

For the Standard contest, In The Praise Of Kimo,...

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My heart received a bash from you,
I felt it start to crash from you.

I woke up feeling a little blue,
Knowing I should dash from you.

Now that you have broken my heart,
I am wounded by a gash from you.

My whole body hurts I feel it bleeds,
As...

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