Pieces Poems - Poems about Pieces

Two Pieces of Wood From trees that grew somewhere Cut down and then sawn A carpenter chose two pieces of wood One short and one long. He joined them together In the shape of a cross For another good carpenter Whose life would be lost. On that cross, crucified, Jesus, nailed hands and feet Our precious Saviour, Crucifixion complete. “Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of...

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Chess Ahoy! Upon an ivory-blue ocean, oil pastel paints the canvas aboard the deck floats, buoyed surfing foamy shores a blurred realism hoarding its cargo— cobalt sea glass squares in place, chiseled chess pieces ride the tide ebbing and flowing Sent are your gallant knights lowly pawns the King decrees— God save the Queen! ...

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I can feel my heart like a sponge having the fluids squeezed out of it held in a tight grip that does not relent the breaths I take are small my chest is too compressed I am broken into pieces, fragmented every piece different part of me trying to put myself back together but there are pieces I just cannot pick up when...

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I'm not sayin you don't have a right to feel the way you do, but have you considered every avenue, every stream that lines information directly to you? Have you considered perspective? That what appears to be truth could be, in actuality, subjective - effective truth hidden behind piercing offensive lies? Have you considered that life is like a puzzle, and every piece...

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In fragments and tatters, in pieces and shards, scattered by the winds of time, I gather them carefully, even if they hurt me, my fingers bleed, but I do not stop, These precious fragments, these bitter shards, these tattered edges and broken tears, I collect them with longing, refusing to let them fall into oblivion, Each piece carries with...

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Exchanging my memories for value, Last week, I visited a pawn shop and pawned my memories. With each piece, I attempt to disregard the memories. The most significant item was the wedding ring. His face appeared before me as we stood before the judge, exchanging vows that were not upheld. She attempted to remove the baby ring that no longer...

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Little pieces of scribbled paper On the desk all around me Some of them I was reading later Some words I can’t properly see Pen didn’t write well as usual Some letters are hard to make out Not that I felt it was crucial But I had to learn what it’s about You were telling the news of your world And I would...

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Resting in pieces, A being releases, Peace into each's, Field of resistance. Bringing the assistance, Needed in Its existence. Closing the distance, Between fear and love, Words coming from above, Loving who you are. You were never far, From where you're meant to be, A Creator with a reality. A reflection of me, Part of the Source, A guide on the course, Keeping you safe, While you push with force, Of course you...

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Resting in pieces, A being releases, Peace into each's, Field of resistance. Bringing the assistance, Needed in Its existence. Closing the distance, Between fear and love, Words coming from above, Loving who you are. You were never far, From where you're meant to be, A Creator with a reality. A reflection of me, Part of the Source, The guide on the course, Keeping you safe, While you push with force, Of course you...

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2025.2.19. My new piece of musics. November last year, I decided to play songs in different language. Which I never done before, I managed to do one piece per week. After six weeks, some things happened, The piano was taken away for tuning, Then, the festive seasons arriving, One thing after another, I did not have any chance to play any music properly. Then, after the...

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I gather my fragments like stars in the night, Each shard holds a memory, dimmed but still bright. Some pieces I cherish, some I let go— The weight of their presence is no longer in tow. With patience and purpose, I forge something new, Not quite what I was, but steadfast and true. Each crack tells a story of falling and...

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I hear your name in the hollow wind, a ghost that lingers on my skin. Shadows stretch where you used to stand, but I reach for nothing, just empty hands. The echoes whisper soft and low, telling me what I already know— you're gone, you're gone, but never far, still burning deep like a dying star. Scattered pieces of my heart, lost in the...

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I love you in pieces, in moments where you're here and in the ones when you're lost. In the fog of a need too deep to understand. Your smile comes like a rare flower, so beautiful, so fleeting, before it wilts again crushed under the weight of something I can't touch, can't fix. I hold you when you're fragile, when your eyes empty out....

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Puzzle pieces everywhere. I could have left him alone. Except I like to work on the puzzle together. We would sit on the rug in the living room. Turning the floor into a picture. A picture which is being built, but not with brick or cement. Fitting just right. The end of the puzzle is...

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Rough cut pieces of wood bearing many splinters, they shall be a portal through which all sin enters, blood soaked nails being constantly driven, one set of nails that will have a story written, from a sapling these pieces of wood were chosen, a destination to end stained a color of rosen, part of history that will never be forgotten, a mark...

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