Shards Poems | Examples

What Happened Here ?

Finally, the options are revealed
The appeal is second to none 
Tantalized by various speech patterns 
Shocking, awful, and mistaken 
Chills travel down the spine 
Afraid of what's to come 
At the behest of one's empathy 
Words cut through obvious defenses 
Crying to no one's delight 
The weakness can no longer be withheld 
Shaking uncontrollably, violating the hollow ground 
Confidence is shattered into a million shards of dissonance 
Never to be heard from again

Shards of Light

Last night, I shot the moon
I heard a loud groan, then
It bled...slowly, dripping
moonbeams into space
until finally, the man in the moon
became homeless...

Shards Of Singularity

Blunt sense sharpened by subtle trance
lacerates the languishing psyche
that doesn’t slink,
unwary of mortal deception.
The shards of singularity 
transfigure in a blink
into passion potion of dreams,
adrift in ephemeral delusive flow,
porous essence sips the sanguine drink.

She breathes in shards

She laughs like an unfinished song—
all melody, no return.
Wears lipstick like armor
and kindness like a borrowed coat
two sizes too large.

She collects cracked mirrors
not to look at herself—
but to see how many versions
can survive the breaking.

She tells me she’s fine
with eyes that scream
in Morse code.

Once, I caught her staring
at a calendar that never turned.
She whispered,
“I think I lost myself in February.”

She sings lullabies
to ghosts she never buried.
Plants flowers
where bruises used to bloom.

People say she’s strong—
but she just learned
how to bleed in invisible colors.

And if you ask me
how well I know her?

I only know
she sleeps on the edge of the bed
as if too close
might burn me.

She once told me
“I love you”—
like a funeral hymn.

And now?

She’s the light switch
I never dared to flip again.

Heart Shards

I often tend to fall into love so fast and so hard,
Even after my own heart is broken I pick up every shard,
Because my love is meant to be shared and not be something I guard.

In fragments and tatters, in pieces and shards, scattered by the winds of time

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 it a story, an echo of what once was,
A puzzle of lost memories, a constellation of desires and regrets,
I cannot let them be lost in the void, to dissolve into the silence of forgetting,
For they are part of me, of who I was and who I am now,
I carve a path through the shadows of the past, through the ruins of shattered dreams,
I bend down to gather what remains, to weave again the tapestry of my life,
With each shard and each tatter, I build a new beginning,
I refuse to give up, to surrender to despair, for in these fragments lie the seeds of hope.

Shards of Light

In spring’s exploding shards of shining light,
Of winter’s grievous garments, we’ll take flight!
And with the birds and butterflies we’ll play:
For sorrow’s match, ‘tis simply summer’s day.

Shards of Light in a Darkened Sky

Written: December 30th 2024
                                   __________________________
                        In cosmic ballet, we float and glide,  
            As shards of data, we are unable to conceal.  
In the digital enclave, our echoes seem to bide, 
Through tweets and posts, we shall reveal.
                        Amid the stature of foes, our goals are clear,
With toughness, and drive, we persevere.  
Dreadful stars fall; hopeful words appear, 
        Our voices shout as they stand with our mates. 
            Our efforts are driven, and our route waits,
                        Dangers and difficulties endear our crates. 
   We wept a tear at each stride and held onto our side, 
            A coach who grasps our path with a plan of zeal.
      Power, clear vision, a strong brew, an array of sheer,  
            Generous souls swap gears, tone seen, we'll endear.                                     
                                   ____________________________
Fragmented Verse: Created by Constance la France

Shards of porcelain on the floor

If I tear myself apart, 
Will you be there to build me back up ?
Will you take the time to repair what’s broken ?
Even if it can’t be repaired ?
Even if it happens again ?

I could never promise you peace.
If I did, 
I would be looking at myself in the mirror,
And my eyes wouldn't be the only red painting that covers my body.

What am I even supposed to tell my younger self ?

I’m used,
I’ve been used to people breaking me,
And leaving my pieces on the floor.

I had to gather it all up and build it back up
On my own,
I didn’t know where the pieces belonged to.

I would give up and break it all down,
again and again and again.

Some of them had been broken down so hard that they could never be repaired,
That they could never do what they were made for,
Feel the things they used to feel.

It’s been a while now,
Since I started breaking my own porcelain.
I lost many pieces,
So many holes that can’t be filled,
That can’t hide
The ugliness that is inside that vase.

Shattered Glass Dipped In Red: Four Shards; Fourth Shard

Fourth Shard
I need to clean
Who’s gonna clean?
What do I do?
I can not move 
I’m tired
I need to rest
Five minutes
Please
I’m tired
I need to rest
Please be quiet 
I’m trying to rest 
Shhhhh
Just five minutes 
I’ll clean in five minutes
I need rest
Rest
Mindwipe
My childhood was tainted in a single moment
In an instant 
It happened so fast 
And unable to go back 
Turn back time
To change that very
Moment

Shattered Glass Dipped In Red: Four Shards; Third Shard

Third Shard
But black
I could clearly see where the past dried
And the new began 
I need to clean this dried blood
Before more comes
Damage control
Before I could even
I collapse
I’ve lost too much
I can’t move
What’s happening ?
What do I do ?
I need to clean
“There’s nothing left.”
With the strength I have left
I take a large shard of glass
And cut my forearm 
No red
I cut again
Nothing
I cut again 
And again
And again
Nothing 
There’s nothing left 
But scars
A shell

Shattered Glass Dipped In Red: Four Shards; Second Shard

Second Shard
Shattered glass dipped in red
I forget about the glass
And begin to clean the blood
And that stings too
Causing more 
And more
And more
It won’t stop
First the time of the past
Then shattered glass
Then blood
Then shattered glass dipped in red
And more blood
When will it stop?
I don’t know what to do
What do I do?
Everything I do makes it worse
I’m trying to clean
I’m trying to make it better
Nothing is working
What do I do?!
I finally stop trying
I lay in my pool of blood and glass
Staring into the black abyss 
Feeling my shattered glass dipped in red surround me
“Be still” echos through the space
I lay there
Quiet
Not moving an inch
Staring blankly 
Who’s going to clean ? 
There’s glass everywhere
I need to clean
And I began to clean again
Picking up the shattered glass
Cutting my hands
Ignoring the blood coming from them
My mind fills with blood again 
Filling up
I begin to notice the past was no longer red

Shattered Glass Dipped In Red: Four Shards; First Shard

	First Shard
My childhood was tainted in a single moment
In an instant 
It happened so fast 
And unable to go back 
Turn back time 
To change that moment
To continue the purity 
For the purity to last all through my childhood
Giving it no room for flaws
Maybe then my adulthood could be saved
Saved from the filth from the past
Maybe then my life wouldn’t be burdened In such a way
Fill my child self with other issues to carry
Because these, 
Right now,
Is too much? 
Mind broken
Like glass that was shattered
Pieces scattered throughout my mind
Cutting my delicate fingers as I try to pick up the pieces 
The smallest pieces I can hardly see are what hurt the most
They catch me by surprise 
It stings 
But yet I continue to clean the mess 
The mess I did not make
When I get close to being done
The ones I can not see sting
I frantically search for what seems to be invisible pieces 
Bleeding more and more
Forgetting I am bleeding 
No
Ignoring I am bleeding
Because the mess needs to be cleaned
It needs to be spotless 
But now a new mess arises
I take notice to the blood that has filled my mind
And now
Another mess to be cleaned
Blood
Everywhere

Shards Of Ice

Layer of ice shattered like glass shards
Along a sidewalk lining yards.

broken shards

A world of glass lived in by a  buncha boys with rocks.
Fighting over es and whos got the bigger cocks. 
What ya end up with is lonely and a  foot full of broken glass. 
Wishing ya had a ride but can’t afford the gas. 
Limping home alone no girl by your side
Your ego got the best of you unable to swallow your pride. 
Why is it  the things we want most are the easiestly lost?
And come with the  biggest penalties and come with the biggest cost. 
Why are feelings such a vulnerable thing?
Play with someone’s emotions with words like a puppet on a string?
How come we don’t replace the thin glass houses we encase our selves  with with brick.
Because you can’t see  sarcasm or hear their soft words  if the walls aren’t transparent or too thick.
So your left with a decision bite your lip or speak your peace.
Because sayin or doin   the wrong thing will leave ya looking for a new glass house to acquire on lease.
And a new person to find whose walls ya can either build up or turn to shards.
It’s all fair love and war gotta make the best hand possible no matter how ty the cards.

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