Splinters Poems - Poems about Splinters

Truth sifts pain through my feelings - his words cut like sharp splinters. I feel so fragile, sad aches crumble me on green dazed ground. Heavy, my eyes are mere slits as clouds descend to soft touch my mind and render me numb....

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More and more splinters in my palms. Sometimes you don’t realize. Plucking out the splintered wood with tweezers. And hearing a growling sound. My family- Called out to me. As if they are my family. I told them I traveled in time. As they stare at me through the portal. With eyes, and eyes, and eyes. Yet, she’s touching...

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like splinters in the mind thoughts that cannot be left behind faded memories of self like a photo on a shelf behind that glassy shine you're frozen forever in time reality is divided as the flotsam rises like shards of broken glass the shadows of the past cutting you into two marching onward to your doom marching onward to your doom you, were fed from the bowl that...

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splinters like splinters in the mind thoughts that cannot be left behind faded memories of self like a photo on a shelf behind that glassy shine you're frozen forever in time but as the flotsam rises reality is divided like shards of broken glass are the shadows of the past cutting you into two as you march onward to your doom you were fed from the bowl that...

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A crown that is broken cannot be fixed It has to be replaced Changed Because a crown that is broken Cannot be turned into joy So why exactly Do you make me sad You broke my heart repeatedly But My heart isn't yours to break It was supposed to be yours to keep But it seems...

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SPLINTERS an overwhelming   image wraps itself  around the tension  compresses  space with  ambiguity of perspective splintering the idea of being the actuality of seeing the metaphysical the&   emotional  distinction unconfined & inexpressible engaged in the physical  appreciation &  connection of  the collective. significance NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable. Copyright...

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I've heard it said love is many splendid thing, But all I have found thus far is love is many a splintered thing....

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Splinters and Beams Stream of consciousness gleams under stark cover Agents of psychotropic delusion blur and distort White...

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with sterling pen in hand and splintered heart the poems flow day after day beneath the old white birch AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Submitted for CONTEST NO.380 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - December 25, 2017...

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Brittle sky falls, wrecks starry night The moon slits, dissolves in the dark You disappear out of my sight On journey of search I embark. When the clouds gather, storm descends Brittle sky falls, wrecks starry night I hear the sound of ruin it sends I wait, you would bring the day bright. My mind seeks a flash of your light To show you...

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The splinters of our marrow comes, Shivering thunder for a lengthy spray- Warmth beautifies our essence; Glittering ray sends goose down spines! She comes, nostalgia drums The lily-borne sepulchre; its beauty I ponder Goozy feelings; my road alone This journey be tiresome For I be so glad to take it Come forth hither, the beauty of our land! Hollow...

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Splinters Shards of hard words in my soul Are piercing in me a big black hole I'm bleeding out the chemicals Digging deep through the ground I've been trying too hard to make a mark The shore was washed away again I think I'm losing all my patience now I've given all my best somehow But I can't carry on now, Not anymore The...

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The splinters of our marrow has come, Shivering thunder of a lengthy spray, Warmth beautifies our essence, The glittering ray sends goose, our spines Whenever she comes, nostalgia drums The lily borne sepulchre ; it's beauty I ponder The goozy feelings ; my road alone This journey, tiresome, I be glad to walk it home Come...

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Haunted, By Faces , Empty places, I try to erase this. Echoes... from these caves Reminding me of all those slaves. Dismembered operation, Complications, On the stations. Sexuality sold to thieves, While snakes sneak up their sleeves. By: Sabina Nicole...

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What's in writing? What makes one to author something from the absolute scratch? What is the science of this art? Is it just the perceptible version of the human thought or something-deep lies within this solemn form of art? The little magic of letters, the funny games between the lines….. The kinship of paragraphs and hence the literal tribute...

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