Fragmenting Poems | Examples

Overwhelmed Avalanches of Doubt

So many ways to say one thing
More than one way to turn pawn to king
Too many turns to the grocery store
Which turn shall I take?

Countless words to choose from
From sunrise to sunset
Too many ends to be met
With no end

So many ways to say one thing

How will I say this?

The paralysis of perfection pours 
A whisper at first
Drown out by the delusion of desirability
Preserved in acid proclamations of praise
Beating echoes in snowy peaks
Peaking in phrases veiled in value
Pouring 
Heavy
 Heavy
  Heavy
On the mountaintop 
  Failure
 Failure
Failure
One weakened layer causing seismic shifts
Elephant echoes fragmenting snowy ideals
Triggering avalanches of lost identity
Slabs of fallen promises break loose
Forming a track of forbidden truth
Too much weight bids perilous
Useless words of compliment  
Descend to a suffocating
Ignominious demise
Plagued by tiny
Thoughts of
Fading
Perf
ect
io
n

Bereft

      In a roaring ocean of grief, she plunged in.
     A widow, she's a hodgepodge of emotions;
      Caged all alone in melancholy's dungeon.
Day in, day out she's going through the motions.
         Bereft, her composure is barely intact.
     In mourning; a shell fragmenting on impact.
    The loss of her spouse has left her in tatters.
   Quite feeble, a fragile glass that could shatter.

Ambedo trance

As the one, resplendent in its light, reflected
It wished to feel the thrill of stark contrast
And so polarised its consciousness 
Conjuring space, manifesting linear time
Fragmenting itself therein, alive in each form

With all minds entwined with universal mind
The thrill of illusionary descent was lost
So the veil of forgetting was imposed
That each aspect of the one enters trance
Deludedly believing it is a separate ego entity

This is where now the human race finds itself
Oscillating endlessly between joy and pain 
Oblivious to the light of our true being
Refusing to acknowledge ego is an illusion
Although trapped in the open, we’re free within

Similar Reflections

There it is again,
stretching, a wide toothy grin.

Parallel to an Odynophile,
forcing that heartless smile.

With knowledge it causes,
agony unseen, pain it obliges.

Each encounter sustained,
a knife wedged, an inch gained.

Perforating into the marrow,
stinging, dripping, each cut shallow.

Fragmenting the warmth within,
displayed upon a pedestal to spin.

Out of control, no finger to grip,
no longer centered, it slips.

Apathy takes it's place,
Similar reflections now etched upon a face.

The Armitage

*Image of Eyeglasses & Book by Pixabay.

the armitage

a decent soul blest a grant of images, illustrates beginnings reflecting throughout, occasions from the first expended journey when the hourglass stretched... abandoned worn diaries fragmenting chapters riddled with episodes, loosely bordered in leather, amassing dust...twilight dreamingly drifts near midnight twinkling stars, drooping its points into dawn's golden sleigh and graces a constant star...alone neath natural light swapped for lonelier nocturnal light, and a smile on a face dons from smiles narrowly shared, yet gently eyes serve an absence, and untouched renewed breathes life,

a paired life courses
here and there prompts everywhere ~
on earth earning wings

2023 February 05
It Means A Lot To Me
~Regina McIntosh

*HMS.

Aficionado

Aficionados here and there,
People craft, lead and build. 

Those traders are teasers of the wind,
Sail and sail, draft and rate, 
Be your own rafter till you lead the machines. 

Magician of genius, 
Roundtables of roundabouts,
Wheel and chain wheel every unshielded process, 

Superhuman intellectuals fragmenting puzzles of equations, 

Build this new cybernetics!
Nemesis are the rivals of each creationists. 

Mechanics are our homepage.

Divide and Conquer

divide
               fractured, sectional
      separating, fragmenting, cleaving
segregation, dichotomy, triumph, obstacle
        vanquishing, defeating, seizing
                  spartan, victorious
                          conquer




Date created: 04/17/2022

Pieces of Joanne Cromp's Poetry

Father God please take me under your feathers
hide me from this cruel sadistic world
among the dark raging clouds and seas
so much rejection of your children,  by the underworld
They have wounded your children
so many are afraid Lord, up at night can't sleep sometimes
evil underworld servants fragmenting peoples hearts and souls
You promised me from your Word
that we are safe and sound against the waves
through this promised rainbow, you reign oh Sovereign King. 

By: Joanne Cromp  she can be found at authors den. 
Shared by  Mystic Rose

Elizabeth Slumbers

Jazz piano scale skip quick notes implore me
Siphon symphony verve blurred by saxophone sass
Floated lilly pad leap frog spring legged surety
Splats on brass buttoned soldiers dedicated amass


Bulbous glass swirl burgundy grape stem bitter 
Absorbs oak barrel sentiment, forested persuasion 
Ace praise expires, a swiftly swallowed splinter
Comical dive antics of cork fragmenting abrasion


Dissolving Elizabeth, shabbily written character
Simmered limply submissive, a nouveau improvisation
Vat of pursuit poured by Stu picks a passenger
Chords hover mahogany piano cascade syncopation 


Composition three minute summit misconstrue
Violins textured crescendo vibrates bow tight strings
Apron strewn, Libby leaves her rolling pin askew
Butter heart hails harmony a true companion brings





           22nd January 
     Stu calls me Jasmine

To the End

Mind is racing 
 
Limbs are aching 
 
I feel the end is nigh 
 
All alone in night unending 
 
Time a torturous lie. 
 
 
 
Brain fermenting 
 
Thoughts fragmenting 
 
Shatter in glass shards 
 
Fingers soon to dust returning 
 
Hold fast my deck of cards 
 
 
 
Fear is mounting 
 
Heart is pounding 
 
I know the end is nigh 
 
My sight long gone, still I see 
 
Those shards light up the sky 
 
 
 
Children laughing 
 
Old friends calling 
 
From a distant shore 
 
Mem’ries of a life unsparing 
 
And a time that is no more 
 
 
 
The time it passes, 
 
through the darkness 
 
With teeth so sharp pain bites 
 
Missive from cassandra spinning 
 
Prophecy I cannot fight. 
 
 
 

Life and loving 
 
True belonging 
 
No more need I pretend 
 
Gave life a go, decried its blows, 

My hand I played to the very end.

In the Webs Reiteration

Am I slipping
Feel myself sliding on vacant
Some quiet un-moment
Seems receding languidly dripping
Loose and losing any importance
Of my story-line nothing could punctuate

Vague entwines a thoughtless hour
A broken eyewitness circulates
Am I vanishing
Gliding the intermittent spiral
A whirlpools inconsistent fragmenting
Draws me internal

I feel myself becoming silent
Time recollection meanders
A slow drip into conscious forgetting
Another part remembering

Am I disappearing
I do not think
Seeing is thinking me
Becoming what I see
This internal external description
Enfolding me

I am fading
Lost to an immensity
Inside me
Is not me
Outside of me
Is more than I could touch
Becoming free

I am floating
A leaf cut adrift
Flotsam on the tide of emptying
And provenience grows
On toward a horizons hypnotizing
Quiet contains its source
As it flows
I glide
Where are my thoughts
Am I slipping
The rain of life is falling
Into my mind

All to a space
No time 
No place
Am I increasing
With this wind in motions precision
The rain of life is filling
Falling remembers an echo
Ripples internal their intersection
Traveling through my mind

Evermore

*Images of Deadpan by Gfycat.

Evermore

Soul savored in wealth bestowing images
plus instances, beseeching recalls throughout 
the happenings of first expended journeys,
          ~~solely me and you.

Midnight dreamingly drifts nigh twilights twinkling 
stars, drooping its points into dawn's golden sleigh
and swept via some constant sun, elicit
          ~~towards both of us.

Fragmenting chapters riddled with episodes,
timelessly abandons in tattered photos
loosely bordered in leather, amassing dust
          ~~of our life courses.

These lonely days drag into lonelier nights
and a smile on my face dons from smiles barely 
shared, yet gently my eyes fill and breathe life in
          ~~you--happy am I.

2020 July 05
 *1st Place*
STRAND completely new ( 5 ) any theme any form
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 July 06

Ageless Summery

Ageless Summery

a porch screen riddled
by fragmenting noon beacons
     ~~grandmas curtain hangs

chairs rock as handheld
fan waves midst squeaking floorboards
     ~~iced tea drinks glisten

2020 June 23

*3rd Place*

Summer Haiku's
~~Tania Kitchin

Dear Fragile Communicators

Is passion a warm feeling
or a cold asset?
A uniting vision
or a fragmented virtue?

Or is passion both
mutually held motions
toward
and away from
curious
courageous
contagious active hope
and incapacitating despair?

Is personal knowledge,
consilience of feeling
touch
taste
fragrance
sound 
sight
confluence of all sensory receptors?
none dissonantly denied,
co-passionate
when confirmed by even one significant
transparent
vulnerable Other

Or denied,
neglected,
abused,
shot at and down,
defamed,
commodified,
enslaved,
reduced to vacuous utility
of thought
without roots impassioning warm-blooded reality
of feelings.

Could holistically embraced knowledge
grow any virtue less than compassion?

Would wisdom's wealth
promote dispassionate autonomy?
viciously fragmenting crumbs 
of former health.

Talking Back

Hey all you temporary oscillators
born to the impetuous posture
you gun jumping rattle shakers
wavering your body English
in a gesture of kinetic ardor
for the passage of time as leverage
against the recognition that what gratifies
and profits and returns a bit of leeway
against the fiats of civic disapproval
is but a starting point a utility
that can no longer avail the authorities
and their hold over luck and venture
yes your countenance is sanctioned
by the blaspheming throne of numbers
and faces no injunction or coercive measure
for the infinite stubby sadisms
that fill the cosmic belly
with degradation and humiliation
a digestive system congenitally supplemented
with self adulation stretched thin
to the point of fragmenting
that jangling tatty chandelier you call a mind
into a hill of lizards
you can't see the horizon from
shiver and blanch to the bulletin that
the lingering scraps of your empire
have been licensed for repossession

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