Fragility Poems - Poems about Fragility

Clad in bright white sapphire Millions crawl, the exhausted lay to admire Within its swelling eye thousands desire At the back I lie, waiting to expire Scratching the walls without respire I danced into crossfire With a soul which yearns to retire Lips littered with satire A heart prosecuted to hellfire Still, my porcelain surface shone as if a luminaire Slowly the winds fill...

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Caution around that window, my friend! What of it now? It lets you see outside and reflects in. What of it, then? Some things once seen must be exhumed. Why the fuss? It musn't break for it is strong. Strength will not cherish it. It musn't break for it will cut. Blood trickles as tears. It musn't break for it shows truth. Truth outside will...

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Why we stopped explaining racism to you Because even if it Slapped you in the face You'd still claim it doesn't exist So why would we spend our existence Pandering to your ignorance I mean we have better things to do like ending racism The same racism you claim doesn't exist Even though you've had the privilege Of never experiencing it Ain't that ironic Telling...

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you're playing with a line that must not be crossed lest it will irreversibly ruin friendship as we know it AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Life is a flame on trembling thread, A whisper held by breath and light, Too oft ignored, too lightly said, Yet blazing fierce through day and night. We walk on glass with heavy feet, Unknowing what we crush below — A moment's joy, a heartbeat sweet, A soul we'll never get to know. The morning dew,...

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A flower in bloom, Its petals open wide, Showing off its bright colours, And letting out its sweet scent. It reaches up to the sky, Trying to touch the sun, A beautiful and fragile being, So small and yet so strong. Butterflies dance around it, Their wings flapping in the breeze, To help it grow and blossom, And bring joy to those who see. A little flower, With...

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Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin. Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum. Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness? A gnawing hollow where my heart should be. Where cinder clouds float in negative space memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves. I stray, a waif lost with my armful of loss. Your death...

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"How fragile is life in nature's forceful wind..." Dylan Thomas wrote of October gales and their harsh, buffeting fingers. He called them an "autumnal spell." Autumn...the season when leaves hang trembling. Christina Rosetti's lines have been well read... "Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor me. But when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by." Shakespeare spoke to...

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Love is such a fragile sentiment So oft confused with sex, So in our daily double dealings We render it is so indefinable Like the faint flicker of a candlelight That is blown out by our despair, An intimate venue of self-torture. We add to its impenetrable obscurity Blowing the flame right out, Thus our outrageous shadows Are silently snuffed out. Until we accidentally meet...

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A beautiful glass vase Must be handled with care Made with love, Without a blemish or tear. The glazier takes pride. As he fashions the glass, He always tries To make each one As perfect as the last. When the glass is complete, And out of the glazier's hands It looks like a treat As it graciously stands, On an antique table That stood in the hall Dusted carefully, In case...

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In the hued sunset hour, on the yearning canvas I paint your floral face. The pink petals of smile configure my dream. Ravaged by sandstorm of time, on dwindling dunes of despair, future crumbles in debris. In the dust of dereliction, I find you fervently morphed into mirage of memory. I then hear the soliloquy of soul, inspiring me to cross...

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FRAGILITY reorientated &displayed in rigorous  sharp lines top &bottom  stripes with  ragged ends rectified in the  vertical signalled detailed  illustrated then   enlivened in partial patterns by well-estalished  influences  always  pyrrihic invaluable in  duration embracing the  mood loomed a quantitive   signature NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently...

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Ancient Tree Grows Strong Ephemeral Spring Children Timeless Pink Blossoms...

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A buzzing worker bee in spring spawning life with sweet kisses to flowers and organic things A petunia smiling in July An autumn's breeze brings an evening cry So fragile! An infant lies alone in its cradle longing for their mother with her ladle A little boy playing with his toys without a care An old man stops and smiles with nostalgic stare So fragile! A teenage...

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FRAGILITY  underline   &appreciate  mortality in an evocative sequence   sights& sounds   a babel of that blend & texture in snippets   spread deep in meditation on   calm & rest created  in the     shadow of the uncertain NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way...

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