Fracture Poems - Poems about Fracture

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You’re taking a stroll (more like speed walking) down the street, And if you’re anything like me, You’ll most likely trip on thin air And bam, you’ve fractured your leg (No, I’n not an anorexic with osteoporosis) As it is with accidents, so it is with love. Just as you may fall and hurt yourself on...

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we are fractured in a way that seems irredeemable. there's no super glue to mend a broken relationship. no splint, no cast, no medication to fuse us back together as we once were. a fragile china cup dropped from a great height and shattering into a million tiny pieces. an old shelf, so weighed down by years of new information and changing interests, that the wood has splintered and worn apart. we are fractured in...

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Ceaseless painful twists and turns, Dying marrow aches and burns; Suffer tougher case of bones Wasting credits in help phones, Doctors handling of ailment, Tablets, capsules of treatment, Patients dumping ornaments, Seeking Foreign Liniments, Osteopathy from movements, Guessing patient's improvements... Trouble wilder than Fracture, Lessened focus on structure; Deeply bothered Osteopath Orthopaedic walks soft path; Body trusted to heal self Making challenge hurt oneself....

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I feared for The Soon Traveling Fire, When I saw who was going to drive: Jack, who did thrice of men's lives deprive, He himself lucky to be alive; Now, with a left leg fracture does strive And Lord God knows that's no way to thrive Kept I trembling for the moving five; If I were among them, bound to dive When...

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Circler and sharp Around and jagged Disjoined in thought Unfocused in point Spinning out of control Broken filaments of twine Laced locked in gears It is near the end of time Nails of glass in iron stone Refracts the light Broken; flying fragments of night. Cycles down into a spin Over and over again Out of control A creation of gears in glass An old broken compass Nails nine inches long Nine...

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I tried to reach out, blink in silence and say my words, but there is a lost syllable and a forgiven diction. I buried my art, my passion. I tried to tear my skin apart, carve in silence and swim in the blood, but there is a broken knife and a tired hand. I buried...

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At one with life we watched ourselves unfold. Seeds of thought that grew a time between us. Creating space in which to watch our children grow Floating on the sea that is our soul. Stirred into a separation of life We have become lost hinterland voices, A fracture from the whole. Our poet eyes touched by winds...

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Fracture The night has broken herself, thinking of you. Even now, no solace for the fiery pocket of hate that I hold in my fists still burning. I played the piano side-by-side with her, Easter Sunday where no sun broke through the ossuary you called our home. She slumped upon my lap suddenly, like a grief poisoned, and her eyes rolled back into themselves, looking for reasons beyond you. The music stopped with the snap-back click...

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Liken to a rift that rips the landscape from under our feet. Similar to isms or schisms separating the collective, literally destroying the bond and togetherness that keeps the family as one. The same unity which should bounds us by blood, which should give us a sense of being; something so far, so elusive. All sense of togetherness is all...

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I've seen beautiful before. I've seen you on the inside a time or two, a nice place to live that I guess no one can afford. Today I see this little world from a different light.. (Cliche, I know) maybe it is just an angle that differs? Or maybe it is a concussion. A fracture to the infrastructure of my...

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Life is but a fracture in time A shiver of a grain of sand Yet we look at it, as gods Even though we are not gods Imbecilic, that is what we are And truly lost There is no more grace in our existence Merely an unknown Was there ever true meaning, it is forever gone And pain, yes pain is our god We breed...

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you & i are animals spawned from the mud & flailing at one another with blades made of flint & with fists hard bloody knuckles all calloused from fight after fight after fight---for food, for water, for shelter, for women, for men, for money, for kin, for future, for present, for places not yet dreamed of we swing with...

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I with trib ute, con trib ute- never con tri bute or dis tri bute con trov ersy...

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Damn these days of separation, we both react out of desperation. Where simple logic is thrown aside, and dog eat dog reeks of self pride. Trying to survive with no obligations, loosing my mind knowing my past fixations. My life had purpose my life had definition, both of you my responsibility despite my minds condition. I gave it my all almost always, despite our...

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