Torn Poems

Torn Pages

I see the throbbing bass and liquid windswept flute in colorful everyday accompaniments companions really helping guiding finding myself quite champed as I weave through parallel realms not commonly accessed by learned energy observing interacting always respectful as I understand these entities exist to expand my mind chasing swallowtail butterflies and the aliens among us

Torn by the Sky

It was sunny the day our hearts broke away.
A decade has passed—but some wounds ignore clocks.
The news bloomed like bruises on a nation’s chest.
Shoreham stood still.
Time forgot how to move.

Eleven men.
Men of mornings and small routines.
Lunchboxes. Laughter. Motorbikes.
Some had children. Others were children—still.
And one…
one kept wildflowers on his phone.
Too shy to say, “This made me

In an old book, with torn pages, my soul navigates through labyrinths of dreams

In an old book, with torn pages, my soul navigates through labyrinths of dreams,
seeking the hidden story in the silence between the lines, where words were never written,
I try to fill the gaps with the silence of stars dancing on the sky of oblivion,
believing I understand the story that flows like an unseen river through

Love Letter Torn From a Rib

I tore a letter from inside my ribs
not a heart, just the script of your name
written in red ruin and birth fluid.

You were never mine.
You were my plague.
And still I prayed at your shadow.

Every sentence you whispered
became a worm in my lung,
a hymn stuck in the throat of a dying god.

And yet, when the mirror

Torn Apart World

Feel like im 1 of 1 in this torn apart world, if i turn cold thats undone
seen with my past mistakes
nothing new under the sun, someone else has sat in this place
a world where we keep a loaded gun and a mask to cover our face
from pain we easily run i guess were scared of

The Decrepit Torn Woman

Born with beauty all over her face 
Trim to fit leather and lace 
Always attractive with her new looks 
Catching her prey with her sexy sharp hooks 
Green was the color she held in her purse 
Men in suits would burden her curse 
Whatever she wanted she got with her sass 
And what helped her

The Clouds Torn Down

"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire"
With God's presence in dusk and dawn — 
Do whispered moans damn this mortal bower?  

For in each stroke, dark is nigher
Though God's forgiving in dusk and dawn — 
"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire"

"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire..."
"The

Goodbye

It lingers.
Not on the lips. Lower.
In the fiber of the tongue, 
in the spasming depths of fear,
where words no longer light paths,
but only fester in ancestral silences,
like icons submerged in sacred rubble,
beneath the cracked beams of a church welded shut from within,
where even devils can no longer enter.

Parting is not spoken.
It is torn between teeth,
swallowed

Torn Apart

I’m torn apart… my stomach is in knots… shock and hurt find me… ricocheting through out my body…

Is this my plight now? 

I wallow in my torment…
I weep endlessly…
Will this affliction never end?

Is this my plight now?

Why? I ask myself… but sadly there is no answer…
Is there justification for this turmoil I am enduring?

Is this

Like A Torn Paper Heart

The trust between people
Is like a piece of paper
Once it's torn, it's hard to restore
Even if we can save a marriage
In the end it can't go back
The way it was before.

torn by corruption

corruption reigns
jealousy fuels the fire.
want to leave my land.

TORN 2025

I can’t change, and you can’t change. We are two separate people with two separate hearts. When did this road shred apart? I can’t force this love anymore; I am lost in deep thought. Emotional pain hurts, but when you add mental games and a teaspoon of lies, it becomes as ugly as a newborn

Look at me now, torn and cast into the unforgiving wind of passing

Look at me now, torn and cast into the unforgiving wind of passing,
Just as a bored child abandons a broken doll,
Seeking something else to fill their heart with new laughter and colors,
Torn and cast away, I can offer nothing more, I am a vessel emptied of the essence of giving.
Perhaps, if you would let me

A confused love while torn apart

Roses with thorns grow on my heart
As I waited for you
To tell me how you feel
Do you want me? Yes or No
Is it just a game

We talk for hours, nothing new
We laughed for hours, nothing new
We went out twice, nothing new
Do you want me? Yes or No
Is it just a game

I don't understand you anymore
All

I Learned Love And Life With Its Torn

Life is living more than a day
This includes love, joy, fun
Mistakes, sadness and education
I also see gentle side of life
When I feel like everything
Is falling apart, I don't forget
Everyday to give thanks to God
Giving thanks to people who give me love
Giving thanks is a privilege.

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