Short Fragility Poems
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Emotions smolder
Fires burn down to cold coals
Silver shiny glass
Makes for hard brittle mirrors
Fragility breaks elbows
In measures of heart
we choose our fragility
in fortresses of loving
by practical arrangements
bottled up messages sink
you're playing with a line that must not be crossed
lest it will irreversibly ruin friendship as we know it
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With
Waft
Of dews
And sweet scent
Of sun-burnt kisses
She blooms, etchin’ my precious name
In the fragility of her endearing, rose womb
flux
transience
fragility
of phenomena
unfurled
unravelled
&evolved
faltering
in
a
melancholy
purpose
of existence
PASTELISTA degas chardin
manner &
movement
investigating light
broader
freer
soft fragility
layered
superimposed
turpentine
sealed
sometimes the strangers
come as helper suddenly
where known are doubtful
loyalty of dog- stronger
where human avoids Savior
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stop throwing baseballs
for my neighbour's cat
his swing just isn't in it
and besides, I'm a little
worried for his fragility
he, being just porcelain
Gentle strokes of sorrow brush over you.
Fragility of soulless eyes deep blue
Are closing, weeping tears of knowing truth.
Be gone haunting questions of destiny.
Woman,
your fragility is the essence
of your strength ...
Man,
your brute strength
is the essence of yours
fragility...
The feeling of fragility is precious,
But it demands emotional mortality.
A longing for something so distant,
Emotions unfounded and absent.
Hold me and I may break.
Kiss me and I may die.
I saw a battled frame
housing a black
and white photo
of a hero
in war,
proudly posing
hiding his fear,
his fragility
some family's pride
and country's
creased,
in a junk shop
Stretched out
To the limit
Yet
Still growing
Bulbous
Swelling
Larger
Forcing fragility
Glistening rainbow transparency
Floating
On a
Human sea
A BUBBLE
That’s me
Soon
I
Will
POP!
Form:
It dances
without rhythm or form
rather
impulsively
to energy around and within
offering warmth
and company.
The fragility of its existence
startling in its strength
to illuminate dark spaces.
Squeezed a wild cat
Clever this tale
Purring witty straight
Void; kiss two cheeks?
Thirty no more
Fragility craves.
Unashamed
Seek pleasures great.
Spine contour frills
Weave magic and thrills:
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A moth's wing trembles~
translucent in dawn's first light.
One breath could undo
the delicate art of flight,
yet it dances with the wind.
Cold days
Skies are grey
The sound of raindrops
The thundering clouds
Resembling
Parts of my soul
A glimpse of vulnerability
Fragility
But above all,
Tranquillity
Every once in a while
I love being,
A pluviophile
They fall from grace to grass,
aged, scorched and dehydrated,
fluttering away further
the vanity of previous
greenness and elevated times,
reminding us of the fragility
of life,
the futility of striving to hang on
when time is up.
in a slender vase
on the bare bedside table
a faded rose droops...
my love, drained and time consumed
succumbs to fragility
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A blossom's petal, rusted and metal
Unfolds unto me, I see what you see
Echoes ignoring, whispers still snoring
Hold tight to me now, breathe life in somehow
Beauty so fragile, gives love so agile
Gave life to suffice, honest sacrifice
Fragility
Things break;
hearts bruise
hard purple
when heaved
off the edge
into air bled dry
from love,
leaves
cracked veins
longing to be
repaired.
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The mind
obscure to man
is a Waterloo
ideas, ideologies
desires and feelings
actions of the will
fight and clash
for supremacy
sometimes in vain
oftentimes in reality
with little precision
as man- young, old
are bundles of fragility
emotional
truths
evoking
memories
insights
of
discovery
in
palettes
of sensory
enchantment
diffused
in
exploration
languish
in fragility
&
wither
in
the
shadow
of the
poignant
I am not a conversation.
I am an angry friday night argument
set in your half illuminated kitchen
I am angry voices
and cruel remarks
and I am held together
by the fragility of the hour.
You hear me thunder by
and you go back to bed.
Chameleonic fragility of feminine tranquility
Displayed in stretching curled felinity
Of cat in fireside chair
Between the lines of sight are seen
In visibility of mind
True views to find hide there
Where they've ever been
In ability
With flair
Form: