Splintered Poems - Poems about Splintered

... The cobalt mind of ancient mariner of the seven seas, the surfing sailor tosses on the waves of youthful life, rolls on the curled crests with the splintered moon, drawn into dark agony trough......Read the rest...

...Emaciated test-tube mutations Raised apart in pristine distillations Conceived in dexedrine celebrations and the crazed, ecstatic inhalations of the professor’s choicest pheromones Right-......Read the rest...

...Under the storm clouds the rain starts to wash away Creating streams that carve through earth and broken stone. Sometimes everything has to be eroded and worn away so yo......Read the rest...

... On the frigid wings of the northern wind, winter bird with feeble plume flies, gets lost, sweeps the shroud from shore of skies’ misty mind, robins’ song brings frozen life out of f......Read the rest...

... The migratory mind indomitable, of the spirited surfer possessed, waltzes on waves of life, curled crests climb demented, fling the fractured moon, dark troughs descend......Read the rest...

... In the misty milepost of the penultimate pathway, at the faint fringe of future obscure, the twilight tune reverberates the requiem for the forlorn tree, silhouetted tranquil against su......Read the rest...

...A dogged stance had made the beast retire as disappointment filled the devil’s veins. Though Brit resolve repulsed his hellish fire this demon’s air of pompousness remains. His raging storm had ......Read the rest...

...Today I feel unreal. ‘Decohered.’ Like a suitcase full of writings and knick-knacks and scribbles torn asunder. Splintered. And the collection that was contained therein can no l......Read the rest...

... slamming shut the door again reverberating in my heart again splintering all my love again locking the front door again opening to my forgiveness again......Read the rest...

...“A tattered soul isn’t always dark; there’s light within, amidst broken wings. Only a hyacinth heart would see the sun when it rains. ” ~ Quote by Poet I am like tatter......Read the rest...

...Horrible, my map upended our time with boot camp son. Horrible to get back to base, not be caught, had to run. Horrible, to see Mom hurried into hospice, her hours few. Horrible when we heard la......Read the rest...

...“Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson Tonight the moon sanctioned her golden halo to unfurl butterfly......Read the rest...

...There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched, to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot, where incidental hue or august colour wash abound, or that March bloom tantalising shady patch......Read the rest...

...There is an urge within me to wander randomly, to explore in vivid detail each kaleidoscope, incidental hue or pristine colour I encounter, or just as likely that tantalising shady patch, with it......Read the rest...

...Dull thud of daylight, I trust you Boredom, I welcome you I dare catch my bitter eyes in the mirror Warm solidity recognizing myself within I am not happy But I exist Have you ever rejected the......Read the rest...