Shrapnel Poems - Poems about Shrapnel

Continuous cathartic resonance of black bashful veil, imposing the darkest recess and its tangled tantrums amassed, phases exist without problematic manifest intrusion illusory but for a while, the reckless chilling bursts of wild incendiary angst a blight, such burdens match interminable interior and exterior struggle, the bulk of etched trauma recent or derivative of remote life event, an additional weight as...

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Unmet expectations damage the dormant psyche, futile promises smother the rays of fading hope, unkind words tear the lattice of the mangled mind. My life turns into an urn filled with your ill feeling. Your senses become the fast spreading wild fire, uncontrolled, it boils the blood of intrinsic pride, and as it flares up, it burns...

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invincibility had been a difficult pastime the flak vest of insecurity and coverups had managed to inflate anxieties and fears to the bursting point of impromptu explosion the festering boil had to be lanced at any cost for resentments anger hurt and self-harm to subside a bullet proof illusion was no longer an option to call it friendly fire...

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Written: May 11, 2025, for contest by: Sara Jama Quote: “Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. Sorrow prepares you for joy." By Rumi ******************** Sky unveils a deep, katabatic chasm Fuchsia flames ignite blooms, slicing in layers of strife Brilliant yantras reside in...

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There are some people in this world who either do not realize or do not care how badly words wound. Even slight agitation can cause them to bellow their bullying obscenities. Like lead balls from a muzzle-loading gun, they’ll shoot you down, maiming innocent souls in the process. Both their words and deeds come from a place of narcissism and the need to control. They...

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Lurid looks have been thrown at me Deadly daggers sent to pierce my heart Why do some insist on acting beastly waging war in attempts to tear me apart? How long can I go on pretending I'm not in pain hiding my tears by calling them emotional rain? I need compassion but I'm afraid to ask so, I conceal my trauma...

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Pile Up self-perceived failure, blame guilt, disappointment, shame Pressure unexpressed, unfulfilled needs expectations nobody heeds Perilous Pitch consider this - you are much bigger someone small can be the trigger Pyrotechnics An explosion, shrapnel sent wounds the nearby innocent Peace at Last great, now you have relief you now have peace, however brief Pain shrapnel cuts deep, like a knife imbeds itself, there's pain for life...

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EMOTIONAL SHRAPNEL Once that argument fuse has been lit One waits for that inevitable explosion The blast summoning the first emotion But so painful after the shrapnel has hit One feels as if life has been torn apart And little comfort that one might find It’s someone digging deep in the mind With rubble sent directly to the heart The shrapnel is all...

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We love to be victims. We wear our damaged hearts on bloodied sleeves. We cherish the buried shrapnel with serrated edges, that lies deep within, in time-lapse lockets, waiting to be unlocked, awoken and inflame again. The sharp painful shards and regretful splinters are awaken by, silly deja vu triggers of guilt, regret and happenstance, and innocent throw-me-down one-liners, floating on...

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Am I the explosion or the explosive? Am I a part of the living or part of the dead? Does it really matter, if I breathe or dont, It doesn't make a difference , I don't believe in the ripple effect . Like a grenade, compact and lean. With a missing pin , in a battlefield. I...

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The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander. Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials. An avalanche of skulls, Rain down the exhumed...

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City of broken promises, goodbye. No mercy on these mean streets. Your pale skies and grey faces darken the landscape of Europe. Cold shoulders turn on lonely avenues where smiles are safely hidden away from strangers who drop diamonds in your gutters. Tomorrow you can sweep aside the remnants of my dreams and from the dust, sift pearls from the shrapnel and put them in your pockets. Long...

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To the North, South, East, and West... Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads, The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms... Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives, Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs, Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes, Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress... Squall patois and whammy sham schemas...

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