Split Poems

Like an Axe Used To Split Kindling for Fire

Like an Axe Used To Split Kindling for Fire

Like an axe used to split kindling for fire,
Her beauty repeatedly strikes at my heart,
Encouraging sparks of desire that inspire
Me to bravely approach her without swagger.

I, in livery, and she, robed in fine cloth,
Comport in accord with that which is proper;
Express youthful, sentimental, foolish tropes,
Indulged in cautiously

Sound Split

Written August 21, 2025, for Brian Strand contest


Sound Split

Why cry?
Goodbye.

split tooph'd

.

             that gap
              fissure
              identity 
        twixt yourn lip's
 

It's Spelled Spelt, Split and Wholesome

We wanted to break bread
that was pure, clean, pristine, 
stark white and wholesome,
with a crisp, but soft, 
light brown crust.

The field was prepared with
thrice washed and cleaned machinery,
and spread with N, P,  K fertilizer
applied overhead.

The soils was filtered to remove
all weeds, sticks and stones,
stubble and rubble,
so it was homogeneous,
with a uniform grain size,

The wheat

The Appendage

Art & music therapy 
provides a creative outlet 
for expressing feelings of anxiety, 
helping us visualize  
process our worries
I also find poetry
therapy as well 
I write and then recite it back to myself….
shall there be fingers snapping 
at the end of this recital?
I just must wait and see

There is this,    

Make ah Lyre outta them

Pedal Tones and arpeggios, and registers. 
"the act of separating the Two"
   The Twenty One Day Rule
By Professor Meanus Labyrinth
        "Gabba Gabba Hey" 
 Code name Project:  " Fragaria x ananassa"

Taint Whyle means to undermine a current relationship to bring it to null.
or not any,

I Have A Split

I have a split 
Like a sundae
But in my body

I have cold feet
I wish my walls would melt away 
I wish that they could see
My perspective is blank
In the middle I stray

I'm tired of talking
I just want to meet
My maker in heaven
Because no one believes 

I have a split body
In a split screen world
I feel

Split Second Of Momentousness

It's me,
Stuck in a whirlpool of memories,
Suffocated by a flurry of thoughts,
Drenching in quicksand of my emotions.

On the contrary;
To the beholder,
It's just ripples, light snowfall and fine sand. 

These are merely makeshifts;
To distract you away,
From the ubiquitous quest of life,
Pursuit of aliveness and
Gist of animateness.

In my context,
Life altogether appears as a;
Juggle for a momentous split

Split Second Show

It instantly changed
the hue of the sky;
Beat red afternoon,
I was spellbound by
garnet colored Sun;

A maroon mist 
hung in the air
creating smoke 
swirling so dense

bathing you 
in ruddy 
fantasy;

A split
second

show.

Split Screen

When the TV screen is split, your eyes
Bounce back and forth and back
So you’ll never miss a player
Executing his attack.

Since the tennis crowds go crazy
When the match is near the end,
Viewers like to see the pros
And if their leads they can defend.

On one side we watch the women
And the other side, the men,
As they serve

Split

No one else appreciates.
Us.
All us voices.
Like lawnmowers chattering at dusk.
Like a circus.
We all land on a net, together. 
It’s silly, but friendly fun.
Alone is bad.
It’s better to have.
Us.
I wish my friends would appreciate,
Us.
All the people who live within me.
So that,
We.
Leave our friends alone.

Split

You shot me in the heart
and you don't miss its beat
nothing is as simple
as you want to believe...
numbed from head to toe
no one knows what you think
you, my hero and my villain
my life forever in half split.

Jessica

Split Screen

Two people are on the screen which one is your dream? Two dresses are hanging on the door which one did you picked up on the shore; two cabs are waiting at the gate which one is your date? This place is infested with two of everything and it is hard for me to sing.

Every

BEACH SPLIT

A Buffed Male Body walks along the beach
A Female watch
Her eyes like a fishnet catch
Summer heat warmth in the urges
Sweat pouring down the male buffed body
If he were to pose, the Female would faint
The sand and roaring ocean making the observation more distinct and intrigue
A push back would soon be Give in
The Female was thinking

The Split

So, can you afford this place by yourself?
Yeah, I did the maths.                     
­Okay, I’ll take the washing machine, you take the couches.  
You're kidding, the washing machine was a present, you take the couches.
I

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