Short Chipping Poems
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finds a piece of flint
sits chipping away at it
such concentration
proudly holds his arrow head
dreams of being a hunter
(a stone age boy)
Jack Horne
Heavy winter clouds
Thorns piercing inside
Roots deep in my soul
The bitter freeze slowly melting
Chipping away at the stone
Missing you everyday I see you
Arty stuff No 2
Rodin was chipping away,
At a big lump of marble one day,
He was sculpting a bloke,
But with one dodgy stroke,
The wobbly bits all flew away!
I have an X-Acto knife
In my mind
Chipping away at the memories
Of you.
Piece by piece they fall out
Through my eyes
On to the cold
Wet,
Dirt,
Below my
Bare feet.
By: Sabina Nicole
D. oes it really matter where we meet?
A, fter all the venue is chipping in beautifully
T. ouch of red and white will match beauty of the day
E. ctasy of my heart will adore the bliss of your emotions
I set alight a fire burning bright
It was a blaze of hope, of faith
Having no tinder, I thought I might
Burn my heart; and smoke billowed, wraith.
I whittled at the carbon fuel, chipping as its lathe.
The shadows cast down from above
Blanketing a dying memory.
Remembering the warmth of lost eyes;
The face a fading melody.
Lonely green cement hallways silent,
Yellow paint chipping from the walls.
Rotting away like tooth decay
Crashing down like a building
Dissolving like sugar in water
Just pain and no shielding
Breaking like glass
Chipping like wood
Been falling apart
From the start
Fixing it we should
Living in the sunless cold hutch of till death do us apart, sits a chipping soul.
Never had he thought she did be a blotch of many shades.
Spitting and pouring scorn on his dreams of a happy home.
“What? Are you even a man? Your mates are out there...”
Anticipation
While culture strengthens
In love of poetry,
In give and to take
An exchange of view.
While together
A common cause,
We work so hard
To understand.
In this way
Unified
A small task.
Chipping
Away.
Hate.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
The wind of Fate
O wind of fate
wrapped in chilling breeze
wiping my face
swiping my fate
Whispering my name
as its rolls by
flowing day and night
chipping verses
writing new chapters
as each man scatters
to carve out his own destiny
Bicycling through space;
I passed meteors.
I asked, please refrain;
From chipping my home;
It’s called, Planet Earth.
Lyrids, said “sure”;
Persids, too and
Taurids agreed
With my request.
But, the strays
I heard say,
“well...perhaps”.
With charm
I did
Win.
Blue time
Blue time
dressed up
in remember
Wrapped up
Rapt up
In robes
of regret
Justice
Just ice
Frozen tears
chipping
and
breaking
Another lost try to forget
Colors
Colors all
pastel
And fading
Memories frozen
in rime
Flowing
past hell
evading
But still
doing
time
Penny
Pennies
Into pounds
Cost of living
Breaking down
Digging
Chipping
Gritty climb
I'll come out on top
I'll work
I'll grind
Sometimes short
But never without
Thirsty commitment
dampens this drought
Drip by drip
Collect the flow
Cup almost full
But don't let them know .
Mangled legs and broken arms.
Does not kill you so whats the harm.
But my mind is slipping.
What do I do?
I've got away with body unharmed.
I will though carry scars.
But the walls of my sanity are chipping.
What do I do?
I cant bear it no more.
I find life to be a bore.
But I think I am dying.
What do I do?
Form:
With your cruelty
You turned my heart to stone
Then with skillful hands
You crafted it with your chisel
Chipping away small pieces
Sculpting life like wings
Providing the illusion of magnificence
How the world marveled at your masterpiece
Envied my perceived trancendence
Yet sadly my heart would never be able to fly!
Kicked in for crying,
Now there's a hole.
Put up a curtain,
To cover my soul.
Why can't I leave here ?
My love is all gone,
I never imagined
I would let this go on.
20 years been chipping
At my hearts home,
I barely noticed
Until I was gone.
Where did I go ?
Where is the Me?
Open the cracks,
For everyone to see.
TAH
Rivers of winding winds,
their saw edged currents
chipping away at stone clouds.
Crests of powdery floss
slip over mountainous verges.
Not knowing anything about
the flexibility of granite cliffs
or the secret waves of the spheres,
I dip my face
into a whitewater sky,
jump out and in
of its
see-through skin.
From here I see again - not property
Men mangled and maimed by history
Not the shadows in chains
Chipping and hauling wooden flesh
Creation with more license
Than God on the silver skin
Carried its cargo before the wind
Of meaninglessness -
Here looks across the shining city
The muted mist of history
And here stand only as man
Nonnegotiable, nothing less.
The poet mines the cave for treasures sought;
its walls encrusted with events long past.
Chipping away to find that buried thought,
emerging with gold nuggets at long last.
Then comes the day it all falls into place,
remove one word – the message feels diminished.
The poet, feeling visited by grace,
stands up and smiles, proclaiming “it is finished.”
You were the rock
Of the family
You held us together
And kept us strong
You were like a lion
When you roared
Everybody listened
An stood at attention
That’s how powerful
You were
But father time
Begin to chip away
At the rock
Who begins to crack
Into small pieces
Chipping and chipping
Away at you until
You turn into dust
That flew away with
The wind
There is nothing we can think
that is not the thought
of a universe--
no spark we can light
that a star has not first
seen (the dust of us
and what we build upon);
so small we are—not our atoms,
for each of these
is a world of its own
while we price away our freedom
chipping perfect gems
into fragments of consciousness
the lesser man calls
love and possessions….
The meadow has come alive in vibrant hues
Lavender is blooming, accented with yarrow
And small ground flowers are showing blues
The meadow has come alive in vibrant hues
Columbine and alyssum are taking their cues
From insistent chirping of a chipping sparrow
The meadow has come alive in vibrant hues
Lavender is blooming, accented with yarrow.
written March 6, 2022
Summer- embraced, like a returning friend-
from a distant land. Here warmth descends-
here, she’s standing at the green fence.
Listen- Summer’s chipping off her snack-
rain and leaves crunched, with the cracks,
incessantly- stirring a nostalgic hunger’s lack.
Summer & melancholic hopers/the night eaters
in awakened dreams that have a bygone savor
of love & loss becoming- temporary painkillers.
Some escape across paper bridges
through a gray-blue rain.
Weighted down by hasty decisions.
Chasing that mist called sanity's refrain.
Others remain-chipping plaque from souls
Rooting gemstones from the smolder
Sowing hard clay into gardens of stone.
Either way you play it
It's always going to rain.
May as well splash about
Sometimes living requires a reddish slap
and a sip from a clogged drain.