Cracks Poems

crevices and cracks

along the crevices and cracks craggily creatures crawl
I saw a huge Kansas black rat snake one night last fall
Today I spied a silver skink, there might have been two
And something is wiggling right now under my shoe

Cracks are Beautiful

Porcelain dolls with cracks and holes
staring at a hopeless sky
still
in their cracks
a beauty of elegance and happiness resides
nothing to halt the glint in their eyes
as the cracks let in the lights

Slipping away

My head crashes to the desk.
Flashbacks—oh, so cruel.
A hammering heart, a desperate soul,
I reach to touch you…
But you vanish.
I run to you, but you’re always faster,
Slipping away again.
“Come back,” I scream.
He says,
“No, I don’t love you… I never really did.”
Silence. I stop running.
“No… no.”
Sobs break free.
My chest feels hollow—
Not from grief,
But from the absence of

Cracks on the walls

Cracks on the walls by Adejola Joseph
Cracks on the walls
If a wall is not opened lizard cannot enter
When a friendship is not broken
There can never be a crack on the walls
Wall has ears
The king's ears at home
The king's ears in the city
That is human for you
Cracks on the walls.

Under Porcelain

She smiled,
The kind that fits
Like fine porcelain
On polished shelves.

She added the sugar,
Asked about the day,
But folded her voice
Into careful pleats.

No one noticed,
The twitch in her hand,
How the tea danced
Before the quick sips.

She laughed,
But her breath shook,
Like windows trembling
Before the wind.

Even the mirror,
Cracked behind her veil
Dared not speak
Of the quiver it caught.

She kept it hidden,
Polished with

Cracks

Listen to this head
as it cracks in the weight of my thoughts
ants are passing all over
and I am but a corpse
running around
dragging a body today

did I have a bad day
or am I just being neurotic
or is it both.

Cracks In Quiet Love

Written: May 09, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France

Quote: "There is a loneliness more precious than life, there is a freedom more precious than the world." By Rumi

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The frosty night breeze embraces me tight,
Such as a moth-eaten shield, enticing flight. 
Bitter rain lashes

still life

i keep
a teacup with a cracked rim—
it doesn’t hold warmth for long
but i drink from it anyway.

the hallway light flickers
like it’s unsure
if it wants to stay on.
some nights,
i understand.

there’s a coat in the closet
that no one wears,
but i leave it hanging.

the walls don’t echo
when i speak softly.
so i don’t.
not anymore.

i fold myself into
the quiet corners

New Cracks in Old Stone

New cracks in old stone
Just beginning to show,
Reveals things never shown
Things only one could know 

Just beginning to show
A solid surface scrambles,
Things only one could know
Shedding into shambles

A solid surface scrambles
Every chisel brings a change,
Shedding into shambles
In time, it must arrange

Every chisel brings a change
Upon hard - headed rock,
In time, it must arrange
For none can

Beneath the Cracks

Ice can crack easily. 
With just a thought of death. 
Underneath there is nothing. 
There is no noise. 
Underneath. 
There is no frigid water. 
Or anything living. 

Ice can crack silently. 
Carefully moving. 
Or standing still. 
In the middle of the lake. 
Laughing. 
That’s enough!
The ice cracks. 

Ice can crack gracefully.
For no reason at all.

Cracks, Cuts and Curls

Capsulate, wrenching wore around the nook
Never asked to swing her lips and hardness hook
A scary flood of fumes, fire her tears
And the invoice innocence of her beats
Enormously resonant as the dark dirt
Self-like a famished, fainted convert
Echoes the intensity of despair, she oftenly hides
Yet, quietness and lowliness wove at every side
She the rose’ pearl, mourns with

Cracks in the Mirror

Oh what a sight when a star twinkles

And ice cream all covered in sprinkles

But life becomes clearer

Right there in the mirror

Where all I can see are my wrinkles

Do You Know What To Do?

Do you know what to do
Can you stay true
When your life’s falling apart
And yet I try to open my heart

Wishes are fading
I always seem to be waiting
And even after ranting
Do I know what to do?

Does this answer your question,
Because every time someone seems to mention,
Legends always seem to make a mark,
But last time I checked

Cracks and a rose

Raised in a bed of flowers
Counting the minutes
Counting the hours

As demons devoured 
One second is all it took
From the cracks a rose flowered 

Wedded by passion 
The time kept ticking
He grew in frailed fractions

With a little limp as his only friend 
Out of the dirt. And out of the darkness 
But for the rose, darkness.

cracks

cracks heard through ceiling
suspense for squirrels
awaiting fall of acorns
and so much rain that they’ll float
sans news they’ll only gather

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