Short Tattered And Torn Poems
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A deep soul sadness
Confused diverse emotions
Love tattered and torn
A violation of trust
Never completely regained
Patsy was tattered and torn
Her clothes were all dirty and worn
She was a mess
In her threadless dress
People looked at her in scorn
There once was a Brit called Jack Horne,
Whose trousers were tattered and torn.
As he took his pants down,
He observed with a frown
His boxers were equally worn.
Soul of Love
It is ragged now--
My soul of love.
Tattered and torn--
My soul of love.
Your thorny words
Blind me.
Deep scars
Adorn me,
But it has endured--
My soul of love.
The sun awakes each early morn
Bright sky glows its colors adorn
Nothing but jeans tattered and torn
Wit unraveling and voilà... a poem born
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
The beauty of the rose
Everyone knows
Comes with a thorn
Look but don't touch
I want you so much
Lost and lovelorn
Fragrance so sublime
Touching this heart of mine
Once tattered and torn
Withered trees; their days end
Hidden beauty shown to the naked eye
Tattered and torn
Fickled, brittled and worn
Standing tall, they still do
Withered trees; their days end
Hidden beauty shown to the naked eye.
Pieces of me
Fell to the floor
Scattered about
Tattered and torn
Cut into shreds
Are pieces of me
A past with no future
That left me to bleed
Tossed out is the old
What's left is today
Tomorrow's my future
And I'll be okay
Form:
Sorting through the pieces
That I am trying to pick up
Of a life tattered and torn.
The pieces are so small to see
Sometimes I wonder is it enough.
Picking up the pieces is always hard to do
Especially when I am looking for you.
Form:
books feel no pain
though tattered and torn.
not pricked with voodoo precision,
chiseled at the gums.
my upturned smile borrows misery.
I can not turn the pages.
the patrons read my lips
"woe be gone"
Let's take these pins and needles
That we're always sitting on
And sew up this relationship
Before it goes completely wrong
Piecing it all together
These used lives, tattered and torn
We'll make a quilt from wanting hearts
Into something beautiful
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Tattered and torn
beneath vines tightly clinging
Faded with time
lonely hours still bringing
Memories die
midst a corner concealing
Abandoned dreams
never more so revealing
9/2/19
Written for: The Free Verse or Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Photo #3
Savagely beaten, withered with time, tattered and torn feet,
inseparable are we for countless miles have we both traveled,
I stand saluting you my constantly neglected friends.
Contest: ON YOUR FEET- nette onclaud
27/01/2012
4th place
M.Mahauariki © 2012
~ The ship has sailed
Casting seas
This the sentimental voyage
Those the waves engulfing me
Watered down withered tattered and torn
Swiss and swashed washed and decked these waves
So are compassionate so blows the winds
From the east to the west
Alas now I find myself shipwrecked~
My shattered core in pieces on the floor,
As a rug, tattered and torn.
Please close the door, the spectacle is not yours.
The decay of an eaten apple core.
Still... You search for more.
The vultures have already came,
Leaving only putrid stains...
And a few hollowed bones that
might make a nice picture frame...
A unicorn's horn,
tattered and torn,
a half eaten Hershey's,
2 crushed candy corn.
The tiniest bat wing,
mummy's white sling,
skeleton's femur,
spider web string.
Witch’s silk hat,
yawn from the cat,
shriveling pumpkin,
Snickers smushed flat.
When ghosties have gone
this is the scene;
left over remnants,
post Halloween.
As kids, summer rains meant bare feet on wet ground.
A flotilla of paper boats were launched and nurtured along
A rain-made stream to a not-to-distant shore.
Mighty sailors we'd become on those days of long ago.
At the finish line some vessels had sunk, some tattered and torn,
But our hearts and dreams were soaked with many summer joys.
I popped out of a pink egg carton on a fine Monday morn.
Entered an eggbeater contest, ended tattered and torn.
Drank egg cream, did the most marvelous egg dance.
Started to England and ended up in a chateau in France.
Had a swig of fancy eggnog, Italy is where I landed.
Turned into an exaggerated egg-atic, sneaky, devious, and underhanded.
Your eyes hold a thousand summers
Long hot days that shine
Your dark pools of liquid golden brown
Reach out to me with Hope
Never to be forgotten
I whisper to you my love
How much I care
Ripped apart by time
My heart is tattered and torn
You fix it with one glance
My gorgeous Adonis
I Love You she said
All was forgotten as they danced
Our lifetime is a living fabric that we all adorn
Experiences and interactions vary with all seasons
The threads filled with promises we've all sworn
Outfitted with various triumphs and treasons
Full of knowledge, it becomes tattered and torn
Yet filled with strength for unimaginable reasons
In the end, it will be there when all that's left is to mourn
I got to shoes and one hand
I play the flute in a band
All I need is four fingers and one thumb
People call me dumb
If I ever need to hitch a ride
Got a dollar thirty-five
My face is full blown
My clothes are tattered and torn
But in my distress
I am still yet blessed
While your complaining with both of your two hands
10/11/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Wrapped up with caution tape
Heed warnings to take care
When you come into my moist
Cover with love what is there
Protect what needs protection
There is risk, safe with reason
When we create our weather
It will be a hurricane season
Inside with you I will be warm
Together there is no regret
Tattered and torn, I am born
Careful, it's slippery when wet
Rose's are red
Feeling so blue
It's pretty sad
When those blame you.
Tattered and torn
Lives pulled apart
Believe the lies
Breaking our heart.
Feelings of pain
And being used
For doing what's right
We are accused.
Over the years
Although we've tried
No time for us
Many tears cried.
Life is too short
To live this way
We wont compete
No need to stay.
Brown and worn
She slowly trundled,
Carrying the tattered and torn
Clutching their bundle.
She leans to the right
And then the left,
In that pitiful night
Laying sleepers bereft.
All her metal and carriage
Held a thousand souls
Between their marriage
Of her red hot coals.
And the wooden doors weep
The iron locks, hold their breath
While she screeches on
In her role of death.
My insight is tattered and torn
Nothing left to see here
Except threads of my confidence
I am exhausted
Having battled tigers, lions and bears
Oh my!
Emerald City is much harsher
inside my mind
than it ever was in Kansas
I cannot think
Even my eyelids are exhausted
My inspiration is taking a nap in a foreign country
I’ve got this my phoenix assures me
Go to sleep baby.
I’ve got this.