Breaking Poems - Poems about Breaking

Putting out fires not of my making it's time-consuming heart-breaking the grass over there don't seem any greener and from my perspective the streets are meaner the so-called social networks are as unsociable as can be impersonal with dirty laundry on show for everyone to see despite self-admitted wrong-doing and misdeeds the herd still follows their every lead but I won't borrow sorrow and...

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The sound of breaking is late. Thunder shatters gray clouds after lightning strikes the damp soil. When pieces of sky pierce flesh, the scream is slow to rise— The sound of breaking follows pain’s echo. The sound of breaking is gentle. Raindrops tiptoe on my eyelids— each sting a secret pressed down. Earth's unbridled tears fall for my...

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She smiled in rooms that cracked her spine, where beauty bruised and grace meant lie. They called her calm, not knowing this– each breath she took was clenched like fists. The silence praised was not her peace. It was the cage. She found the keys....

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after still I Rise by Maya Angelou They said, "too loud, too wild, too much"— so she learned to burn with a softer touch. But thunder lived behind her face, and silence wore her fiercest grace. They carved her worth in smaller space, then crowned it "grace" to know her place. But she was made of deeper things— not ribbons,...

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I avoid discussing politics and religion. Not because I am indifferent or uninterested, they're both rabbit holes I care to visit but on my own. My polite silence seems no longer sustainable. Too many people prove content to casually wave goodbye to democracy while insanity takes the helm. There's no hiding the direction where things are going and there's no turning back...

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Just as the elements within our lives are inevitable to intercede There are also uncontrolled forces that have to circle the world Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, sloth, wrath, and greed These 7 deadly sins are sold more than the blooded diamonds and pearls With prayer and faith I stand next to my mother. And with undoubted submission I'd give...

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Who knows the sound that silence makes, for its the absence of noise that we partake. For silence cannot be heard. It's lost in the listening up for. It's felt as the break between, what we're waiting for, what we are expecting to happen, and what we are listening out for. Wait for it! Hang on, Hang on! It's coming! Just wait! Listen Up! The quieter...

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I whispered your name into the bruise of the storm and it whispered back like it missed me too. Your voice— I remember it like warmth I no longer deserve. They keep telling me the sky is clearing, but I am rain. I am always rain. And when I tried to let you go, my fingers bled from the holding....

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habit routines to which we’re bound shape the emotes by mind expressed as we tip toe on holy ground our uniqueness therein impressed breath by breath, all moments entwined life is but music we’ve composed cry to God that truth be divined heartbeats against love juxtaposed in the gap between two thought trains void of emptiness energised there being no ego that feigns truth of our...

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Initially seems like the distance of tip of the needle , gradually drawing miles in the middle . Leading to unnecessary battle , solving it can only settle . The two become quiet , one the eyes clues there's a...

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Initially seems like the distance of tip of the needle , gradually drawing miles in the middle . Leading to unnecessary battle , solving it can only settle . The two become quiet , one the eyes clues there's a...

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Being in a rut is driving me nuts. I feel trapped in this doldrums. In my mind, I am screaming … Please, somebody! Get me out! Writing is hard, nothing comes to mind. Going out is tough, even to the market. All I do is read, transporting me to Boston, and Vermont, the settings of the stories. Need to write, but my muse...

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"I have never seen a greater monster or miracle in the world than myself." Ego. It is this that makes or breaks a man. Ego, much like the "dagger of the mind", pushes man to do things, it thought impossible. It has been the blade on which many a man has died; And it has been the...

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The strongest flour The oil, the yeast Combined in love Before the feast Salt From Celtic shores afar With waters warmed The ideal spar For microbes' Fertive final frenzy The rising feeds Much foodstuff envy More patience As to final hours The mixture blooms While hope devours The prospect of Eternal life Once oven baked With heat and strife To crusty beauty Rich and soft The father proud To hold aloft Before Serrated sacrifice To eager...

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Today’s weird zeitgeist, live streaming every day, awaits its Emmy; historically streaming, political mockery:- ...

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