Short Come Apart Poems
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Now, silent shadows depart;
Broke, lost, dead skies come apart;
Heaven and hell we met.
Break my faded heart,
Let memories fall apart...
Stages in your head for what you will say. Come apart of the show, each breath every day.
It's best to stop faking, and go with the flow.
Be there for each moment, and let your love show.
No leg unpulled
Pulled up by the people i love
down by the crowd
feeling mys el f come apart
Madness losing to sanity
Don't go pours from my dark
As the last of me departs
Love makes us guys come apart at the seams
Acting like schoolboys dreaming young dreams
Walking into walls
Running naked through the malls
Oblivious to perils that have become routine
Who
What
Destroyed
Your soft heart
Made it cold dark tart
It calls out begging a kick start
Love can be beautiful like a masterpiece of art
Please will you let me restart your heart i promise this time it will never come apart
Those walls will close
As opportunity passes you by
Darkness is all you will see
There sadly is no brightness in the sky
You have wasted your life
Everything has come apart
Not a great situation
You may not be able to get a new start
Dear Sonny, when you close your eyes one last time, and bid this world adieu,
know I am glad for the time I had
that I could spend with you.
Dear Sonny, when you close your eyes one last time, and you come apart,
Know you'll stay with each new day
living always in my heart.
How many times have you heard that term?
Do you really know what it means?
You narrowly escape some terrible ordeal
Or come apart at the seams?
It's God who puts you together again
It's God who helps your strength to regain
By the grace of God, you're spared to live
To live your life for Him.
by: Kathryn Mikeal
Crazy whispers in the dark
People morphing; seams come apart.
The feral beast who stalked me late last night,
This morning curls sleeping by my feet.
I dreamt of you;
So real your arms cradled me in sleep.
The swallows dove and the crows took flight
Just before we changed, you guided me to the dawning light.
I sit inside these walls, a place you’ll never be,
within these walls there is only me.
This is my place of everything, that only I can imagine.
In here I come apart and fall back together again,
I get to have adventure, and follow my own trend.
Within these walls there is only me,
I sit inside these walls, a place you’ll never be.
Form:
Dun hill donuts don't make na change make no scents smelly, stinky non Everffiecent relvelenct tech no manure stench
Come apart partly cleft ain't none sun bench
Can't support the door when it hangs below the floor
crist, krash, dung
Life at the odhouse pod
4/24/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Of ether and earth we are made,
not fully one or the other, and
so we always feel untethered,
ever restless, prone at times
to coming apart...
whole nations come apart,
what chance then have you
or I?
Our souls seek the air,
our bodies cling to earth,
We are never one or the
other, we are never at rest.
Some wait for death,
some wait for God...
Shapes in my dreams
They follow where I go
I come apart at the seams
Running and screaming, “no”
No place to hide
Sweat stuck to my sheets
A bad carnival ride
And demons to meet
Pain comes like a knife so sharp
Piercing through with dread
Waiting for angelic harps
Before I wake up dead
My life a nightmare, no escape
Don’t let this sickness be my fate.
one day i will lose you lover
throw your bones into the creek
leaving rotting flesh yearning
for the gap between my teeth
for i am a patchwork of sorrows
i've been weaving since my birth
did your mother tell you to love me
or did you wish to become cursed
it seems i'm skin and bone and you
sewn up by shaky hands
so until i come apart
will you at least spare me a glance
Run! Run!
My pony sweet butterfly
And carry me over Paha-Sapa!
Run! Run!
My sweet butterfly
Where the feet cannot touch
The soft grass pregnant of floating-flitting
Gulches!
Run! Run!
My sweet butterfly
Don't let us to see all things come apart.
Paha-Sapa! Paha-Sapa!
My land, my sacred land still,
Where the ground hunting
Beating my body, so old and calm,
To them, when I am waiting
There to die!
Is there a thread that binds and ties,
an artist to his art
Is it thin or thickly woven,
does it hold or come apart
Is it there to free or wear one down,
with the memory of its form
Does its very nature reattach,
when in fury it is torn
Does it link in stark remembrance,
all that’s past and gone away
Does it keep the truth within arms reach,
—when again we’ve lost our way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Is there a thread that binds and ties…
an artist to his soul
Does it thin or thickly mend,
to come apart or tightly hold
Is it there to patch the deepest tear,
with the essence of its form
Does its very nature reattach,
when in fury it is torn
Will it stitch a quilt of memories,
from a past that’s ripped and frayed
Can it hem the truth within arms reach
—when again we’ve lost our way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Is there a thread that binds and ties…
an artist to his art
Is it thin or thickly woven,
will it hold or come apart
Is it there to free or strap one down,
with the memory of its form
Does its very nature reattach,
when in fury it is torn
Does it link in stark remembrance,
all that’s past and gone away
Does it keep the truth within arms reach
—when again we’ve lost our way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Hollow dreams and empty screams, nothing but dust, rust, and blood soaked efforts dried up and crust, kicking up a fuss. When I wonder, nothing but plunder after plunder, the bank account tumbling, and rumbling down its due course to its death after it has come apart fumbling. Alas, the end is nigh, when we will sit up high, looking down and around, at the people on the ground, when we no longer touch the dirt with our scarred feet; the day we become found.
I am plagued with this curse
it is like physical spite
I feel it in my soul
and the resedue
comes dripping out my eyes
I wish I could grip this feeling
and tear it out with my magical
pliers. But than these feelings
that I have for you would die
and I do not won't that either.
This pain I welcome it
because what most people don't get
is that I see you in my dreams.
Like a never ending freddie movie
when I'm around you I come apart
at the seams.
Will there ever be a day
when grief and sorrow goes away?
Will memories provide and sustain
to drive away this awful pain.
Our best laid plans have come apart
could not foresee this broken heart.
What choice if any, was left to me
for this is what, has come to be.
Alone I forge life anew
a life devoid, and missing you!
I seek relief of better days
to whisk away my gloomy haze.
Perhaps some sun, I might find
to brighten skies of troubled mind.
Such chatter, everywhere chatter.
Bring a clean slate to the boardroom.
Waving spray paint she’s in full bloom,
pausing noise with the real matter.
Truth served on that silver platter,
she swept up the buzz with her broom.
Such chatter, everywhere chatter.
Bring a clean slate to the boardroom.
Terms come apart with a scatter,
which causes this deafening boom.
Her color scheme is no costume,
there’s no trace of the mad hatter.
Such chatter, everywhere chatter.
A solitary moment of peace and respite
a stretch of water woven with serenity
Life is a package that longs to be loosed
at the shore of our dreams,
sunk through the pores of a restful wake
So why do we spend our days noisily so
neglecting the rock, the whispering sky
If we don't make the time for breath
and dream,
it will all come apart at the seams ;
Its a solitary moment of joyful ignite
with a stretch of water that says,
"You'll be oka, ... hang on tight "
It was something quite unexpected,
your feelings, I surely could not tell,
emotions you had hidden so well.
Oh, those feelings of being rejected,
my Love, you must have suspected
all of the words I could not say.
You kissed me and took my breath away.
Forever we would be connected.
A caress from the lips, I so desire.
Be still, the thunder of my heart.
Bathed I am in a liquid fire,
holding on as we come apart.
Feelings, yes, so unexpected.
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