Scattered Poems - Poems about Scattered

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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strong winds blow it appears the poet died today he was afflicted with a broken heart seems he had no more words to say he’d already done his part so they got the oven ready cause he wanted his body to burn and they held the tray real steady and poured him inside an urn seems the poet flew over the calming seas more freely...

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against my skin, brush a rasping winter’s silence shapes of bitter cold torrent in darkness bestowing emptiness born the haunting eye hunt the sharp scorn of day like a fish kisses new air touches the surface opening the sky awake sweet the sun and rage her heart, in flower within the grass, wild beyond the trees, as god inventor of light sews dew into dawn...

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Hi. I’m feeling scattered. I’m completely overrun upstairs. where thoughts should be processed individually, at a normal speed. Nope, not for me. Currently they’re racing. It seems like they’ve created tracks that are now zipping in and around me I can’t seem to escape, they're at every bend Surely, if I try to slow down, I will get...

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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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In July. The gym I go to is down the street. I like to wear those shoes. Shoes which are dying to run around. My birthday. It was horrible, I don’t know why. In July. All I have are July shoes. My May shoes were ruined in a muddy puddle. I drove my car back home. A stone in the gravel driveway. Gets flicked aside. All I have...

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It’s warm. The pot on the stove. Steaming a little bit. Not burning hot like underneath the bed where the monster lives. Just a little warmer and warmer. Like a winter hat. It’s warm. A ghost lives in the pantry. I think my house is 71 degrees right now. Outside is spring and flowers. Dying...

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Scattered thoughts Roam empty fields In search of an idea To gather ‘round Wind-blown ideas Thoughtless tumbleweeds Drift aimlessly In search of a thought A devilish wind herds The roaming drifters Laughs As they stampede In search of a cause ...

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We are too many, scattered like stars across an infinite sky, each in its corner of the universe, Yet between us stretch invisible chasms, like silent rivers that keep us apart, Each soul carrying its own light, but seldom intersecting with another ray, In a vast sea of solitude, where voices fade like faint echoes in the wind. Sometimes,...

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I knew the tides would sing them back to me, Those ships I watched upon the winding seas, Laden with love’s last fragile memory, Of words that drift like scattered autumn leaves. They sailed away in evening's gentle glow, Their sails brushed gold by setting sun's embrace, But still I feel the way their shadows flow, Returning as faint whispers, lost in...

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Her eyes wandered across the room She was looking for him But she couldn’t see him Where was he? Did he walk away again? Leaving her to cry into her own shoulder To drive herself home To sleep with her face in her pillow, not his I can’t let this happen Not again I will fall apart The single cup of dried coffee in...

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Broken I thought love could mend, ...

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In this universe of scattered thoughts, Where people seem to think only with their minds, There are others who weave their thoughts with their entire being, With the blood, with the marrow of their bones, with the heart, With lungs that breathe dreams, with the belly that feels life. Through an eternal dance of metaphors, I wander in the flow...

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Petals drift by wind Just scattered everywhere Footprints smashed them....

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Scattered thoughts Like broken glass Makes you wish you didn't step on them But it's those thoughts that sometimes bring clarity We tiptoe around to avoid them You can swipe right all you want They'll return ...

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