Fractured Poems - Poems about Fractured

You said forever like a song, but silence stitched the final verse. I held the warmth, you wore it wrong— now echoes answer something worse. A smile broke mid-lip, mid-light, like glass unsure of what it holds. Your hands were near, then out of sight, still etched in spaces going cold. Half-heard truths and half-meant care hung trembling on the windowpane. What we don't say...

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In the mirror's gaze, a stranger's face Eyes that once shone bright, now dim with time The weight of shadows, a heaviness that clings A heart that beats with doubt, a soul that sings A whispered lie, a voice that won't subside "You're not enough, you'll never be alright" The echoes of memories, a bittersweet refrain A longing for solace, a search...

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Fade into the void, pale and unseen, a whisper of silence, dim murmured echo. Unheard and unremarked, an absent fragment, of drifting haze, that lingers unseen. Fragile, easily shattered, weightless and distant, an obscure hollow, of faint gray dust. Blurred empty thought, foggy and fractured, like an unfelt sigh, flickering invisible in the murk. O veiled shadow of former self, ashen phantom of better days, am I but a fleeting shade, doomed by fate to wilt and...

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(Begin: There is no beginning.) (O' my--not again--you should not have started.) The quill burrows. No--splinters. No--fractures. No--was never here. Ink spills--no--veins spill--no--veins collapse--no--veins rewrite. The vowels--black-lipped--no--the ink coagulates--the ink tightens--the ink breathes- acrid, metallic, it stings the tongue. Teeth in the--grain. Teeth in the letters. Teeth in me--no--teeth in you--no--teeth in the mirror- splinters in the gum's raw edge. (First...

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Broken pieces mend, Slowly, gently finding place, New wholeness takes hold. ©bfa051725 ...

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They say the hardest shells hide the softest centers, That diamonds form under pressure, That the most beautiful songs are written in the dark. I believe them. I have seen mountains crumble into valleys And valleys rise to touch the sky. I have watched oceans retreat from shorelines Only to come crashing back with renewed purpose. Listen— There is a thunderstorm inside my chest Where...

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The Earth opens her mouth, but only smoke escapes. No words—just the long exhale of something dying too slowly. She once spoke in green— a dialect of leaf and wing, of rivers fluent in direction. Now, her language is static and flame. We stitched motorways across her skin, called it progress. Drilled into her marrow, called it wealth. Even silence has texture— ask the glaciers, ask the bees. She...

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I was primed to nuture your soul until the end, Seeking to be your endless passion but most importantly, your best friend. A bliss with no expectations, conditions or boundaries, The blazing ember that burns for more than centuries. Endowing my fragile heart to be embraced, Unaware of the agony to be faced. I too, believed, trusted and loved you with...

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The clock face glares, a mocking, sterile white, Each tick seemed like a hammer striking a blow upon my soul. If I could rewind, erase the darkened night, And make our fractured story whole, I'd turn back time, erasing all the bitter stings, The careless words, the thoughtless, and the cruel neglect. I'd learn to value the happiness that you bring...

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The shadows of the mind remain concealed, time’s quiet veil upon wounds unhealed. Treasured moments sleep in cloaked recess, a history bound in silent darkness. Two hosts bear witness, their truths untold, hidden, unseen, by hearts grown cold. Regrets spilled forth, like fractured glass, unexplored journeys lost, they...

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trapped in skeletal arms of the wolverine forest, I crave rose-scents from the corpse crescent, seeing through the portal of pained pupils, written with cinder-gold between lethal lines of nostalgic nightfall, about sunsets woven in angst, from stone-cold tears s u p p r e s s e d within crawling clouds before onyx rain… and must I scribble sonnets...

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The midnight hour,a lonely road She walks alone A ping she hears- it's from her phone: "Where are you?"Mum asks in a worried tone. "Almost there",she texts, moving fast, Not caring how much time has passed. Soft music hums within her ears, The flicker of street lights appear. But then she hears the steps draw near- Her pulse quickens, replaced by fear. "Is someone...

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Born of the same blood, yet worlds apart, Lines drawn in whispers, etched in the heart. Twin shadows dancing, a discordant rhyme, Two brothers bound by duty, not love, not time. Family, a facade, a hollowed-out shell, God, Country, and Name, the unholy spell. A trinity whispered, a burden to bear, Devoted son, patriot, heir, always...

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A flood, my loyal eyes disobeyed me Tears like fractured glass betrayed me, Stabbed my face, into a dry oasis, My body, overthrown by the love of you, Yet my soul, still untouched by your rain…...

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I feel more incomplete Now than before and my heart is a cartography Of interrupted rhythms. In the echoes of ancestral whispers I stand fragmented,unfinished. Lands that once cradled our songs Now distant unreachable, My heart beating between Bitter and sweet landscapes Dreaming of retracing old paths But my imagination incomplete. My hearth's rhythm interrupted....

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