Halves Poems - Poems about Halves

Between my two halves

Deep in to the shivering waves of mood,
have just met the other me,
through hundreds of inner layers,
unbeknown to myself
they swarmed like thousands of prayers.

A lifetime of constant spirited battle 
where tumultuous emotions can not be settled.

All those other exhibited faces that have me defined,
yet many of them still non-obedient  in being  refined.

Now, my

TWO HALVES OF LOVE

May we be blessed to experience both halves of the gift of love
(At least the way I see it…the way that I believe)
The first is how wonderful it is to give it…
The second…how wonderful it is to receive.

The Two Halves of my Life

Today we took a lovely walk
On quiet country roads,
Where the autumn trees surround
The rural one of our abodes.

A hundred miles later,
We strode briskly, I should note,
From our main home, an apartment,
To the place where we could vote.

Now, to cast an early ballot,
We were luckily assigned
To a great New York museum,
So, of course, we then combined

An

What For?

You were outraged, although you smiled
You felt that you could hardly care 
You see me as an orphan child
Too often, more than you can bear
Say it ain’t so, confute my words
I much prefer them to be wrong
But I just wanted to be heard
Not isolated for so long
This shallow life is getting deep
Truth split in halves,

Of Two Halves of One Soul

The curse of an ugly darling and her invisible shadow struggling for the warmth light and the ease in the dark night.

She is the lightening in the clouds; a distant flash followed by the sound of an unwavering silence.

A heroic sufferer trudging through a plaguing odyssey.

Untouchable and unreachable yet, undoubtably, a touched thought at arms

Two Halves of a Different Dream

Two halves of a different brain, entwined,
One seeks logic's path, structured and refined,
The other dreams in colors, wild and free,
A dance of contrast, harmony we see.

Rational mind, calculating each thought,
Imagination soars where it's never been caught,
Together they weave a tale of wonder,
A symphony of contrasts, lightning and thunder.

In unity they thrive, two halves complete,
A masterpiece

Two Halves

Two halves
By Michelle Morris
05/11/2020

They were two halves of
an imperfect whole,
So many words hidden
deep in their souls... 

But together their souls
took flight and soared,
Above the weight of
human voids... 

© Michelle Morris, 2020

Two Halves

Two parts lowered in a boundless ocean of fierce passion.
Two slices run across to frame a conspicuous association.

There wasn't a unique heart in this graceful world, at any rate.
Willingly, he was part of a pair, and the other is his soulmate.

He realistically was nearby a half-lost from his original half.
Until you mildly strike each other

Predicatble

In confidence, at three-card Monte when I'd choose,
A complete mark, I found myself destined to lose.
Pulling rabbits out of hats I was just a twit;
As a rank amateur whose hand always got bit.

Many times, I stacked poker decks to force an Ace
But wound up, predictably, with red on my face.
Underneath shiny tin cups, I shuffled

Two Halves

The Gods split us in half;
from two mouths and four eyes,
from two noses and four legs,
from two hairlines and four hands,

we became one, singular -
Plato tells us so.

Yet we continue, we strive,
to merge and meld,
to link and join,
to hold and partner
and comfort and shroud
our 'other', our missing jigsaw piece.

Think of Noah and his two by

Love In Halves

You
Me
Love
More than the kind for family

You once felt the same
Then along the separation came
Tore us apart
When we weren’t made to end
We were made to start.

Beautiful Halves

You rock me wildly
 To the black rhythms of juju music from the radio;
 Drinking horn in hand.
 Not too drunk to tread
 The course of blue, warmth
 And moaning shadows behind batiste curtain.
 Waves crashing beneath your waist beads
 Ripples tickling the reeds of your hair.
 An eye is caught watching through
 The chink

Most Dangerous Halves

better-half
half-loved
half-learned
half-dead

No Halves Needed

*Note: in retrospective response to my poem, Three Halves*
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I was a lump of clay awaiting inspiration,
Filled with potential, yet without formation.
Now I am shapeless, free to roam the skies,
My body, it seems, is made of butterflies.

And they are preparing to explode into life,
In every direction, from the joy to the strife.
I have had my first

The Halves

Night walks to dawn’s light
And hopes stand shoulder’s height
To welcome the anecdotes of the Halves
With convincing looks and warm embrace

Flashing your dainty disarming smiles
Echoes my heart rhythms from a mile
For this long missed kinship
Now blossom on the hands of friendship ?

It has been so profound
A life time half have I found ?
Strengthened is the blood

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