Upon An Empathy...
upon your sorrow
this glass of silence breaks
its shatters fall upon
the floor of my peace
contaminated by
sharp pieces
my feet tiptoe upon
those empty spaces
avoiding
steps that hurt like
pins and nails
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like Shattered Glass
My heart has been broken
Like shattered glass
That lay scattered on the floor
And had to be swept up
so that not one single particle
Be left visible
To the naked eyes
Or touches the smooth skin,
Like a dagger in any given day
Before feet could cross
The threshold of this door! ...
Hey you! Watch your steps!
Splinters still remain
Painful and undetected-
watch your step!
Deep cuts left unprotected
Due to carelessness of my own...
Now, feeling badly hurt,
Being sharply touched,
I must take precautions
Before I surrender true feelings,
I must also scrutinize everyone
Before I totally give in
Avoiding to fall apart again, .
Rejecting a life
Of distrust and pain...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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(Heart Still) Shatters
Lie about feeling small
Low about standing up ever tall
For there's nothing like a brawl
Guess heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
For I'm not feeling whole
Only now I don't know wish to crawl
Denial of the love being ever minimal
Guess heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
Never wanted you to ignore this plea
Even no golden marquee
Every day passes not feeling free
Guess heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
Letting me forget priority
A memory passes over recently
So hurt now but so easily
Guess heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
But now I struggle to even adore
A hope goes out open doors
Left feeling like that of sore
Guess heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
For unsure what's in store
May leave me feeling unsure
Here life isn't yet pure
Guess heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
poem by Rich Downes
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The Lady With A Blue Blouse
lady, you break a friendship
it is like a glass of wine
you drink last night
and drunk you throw the glass away
it lands on the cemented pavement
and breaks
the following morning
no one is in the house where you live
they are all gone
not even waiting for dawn
the shatters are there
no one picks the pieces
alcohol dries up
the sun arrives angrily
on the French blinds of your window
why are you crying? now, you have understood
what is missing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peace And Pieces
peace of mind and pieces of mind
easy to find and hard to define
peace of heart and pieces of heart
present when together and absent when depart
peace of love and pieces of love
happy if its true and sad if its bluff
peace of family and pieces of family
good when sharing and worst when breaking
peace of soul and pieces of soul
good or bad our deeds play a lead role
peace of world and pieces of world
its price less as it cannot be bought or sold
peace to sleep and pieces of sleep
relaxes when deep and breaks with even a beep
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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Silence
I awake to silence and in silence I sleep
Silence to silent me, I silently weep
Away in silence for silence to hear
The sorrow in between both mine ear.
I think in silence, I mediate in peace
Thinking peacefully in silence I cease
All the sorrow that embosoms me
All the silence, that silence be
Whatever silence is, for silence tis
My beauty, my desire, my Adonis
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Unseen And Unheard
Sometimes I walk on eggshells,
tiptoe around,
sit in silence making no sound
just waiting
for my voice to be heard.
I do all this because I fear
of waking the beast within.
If the beast should waken,
the carnivorous environment
begins again
and the peace will be shattered
like fragile glass,
so best I sit in silence
unseen and unheard.
10 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Ending Silence Of Departure
when the house breaks
like a porcelain plate
tiny pieces can hurt
the hands and feet
i know the reason of my birth
i will be the one to pick
the broken pieces
days and nights my fingers
busy on the piecing
tears are glue and
sobriety is the faithful
house help
the ruins stand back
the house takes a ball of light
on top of the
cliff
a lighthouse summoning ships
to take the safe path
collisions are avoidance
and parting becomes new meetings
a hug is the cure for all these
lonely stories, the ending is
the silence of departing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence and Echo
solitude
like silence
falls off on the ground
undisturbed waters
transparent
this silence of word
silence of air
this silence
solitude
nobody's longing
breaks against a bricked wall
high
wall like concrete
thick
and heavy
this perfect peace
at times
larynx scream
will wake up the silence
disturb
this constant reverie
sorrow
wants to leave
or silence
wants to play
with the echo
longer
(transl. Annaya Chomczyk)
poem by Dorota Szumilas
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Sorrow About To Fall
Theres a silence in the city
Theres nobody around
And everyone that we knew
Moved to higher ground.
Theres a shadow hanging overhead
It lingers there alone
Changing all we ever knew
The changes start to show.
Chorus:
Theres a sorrow about to fall
Theres a sorrow about to fall.
Theres a new sound in the wires
And ears are to the ground
And everything that once was ours
Has slowly turned around.
Something happened to the seasons
Started falling with the rain
And something changed forever
We gotta find a way.
Repeat chorus
Theres people in the photographs
But they all had to run
They went away to somewhere
Beyond the setting sun.
Repeat chorus
Repeat chorus
Sorrow about to fall, fall, fall, fall
Sorrow about to fall
Sorrow about to fall
Sorrow about to fall...
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Shattered Dreams
A young lad
Lay on the floor,
Wrapped in a white sheet
A smile playing on the lips.
Serene, at peace.
The dog whined at his feet,
Parents sat on either side,
Tears streaming down their cheeks.
Swollen eyes,
Aged by grief
Overnight.
Watching in disbelief,
Could
It be just a bad dream,
Or
The naughty son
Playing a practical joke
In his inimitable style,
Just to provoke.
A gust of wind
Blows in the autumn leaves,
Shattering a glass
To pieces,
Breaking
The silence and the reverie.
Another day is born,
The clock strikes.
Dreams wiped out in
An instant
By a drunken driver’s
Error of judgement.
Those who live
Must go on
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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What Papa Do Not Like To See...
a jar on an edge that with a slight push
falls and breaks into pieces,
a sparrow's egg on its nest between the twigs
of the guava tree
a coke bottle put inside the freezer (for he
knows that it will crack, and he does not like to
see broken glass and spilled colored water
inside the frozen floor)
a watermelon on the table with all the possibilities
that it will roll and crush itself on the kitchen floor
a little boy in the middle of the road's curve and there
is a high speeding bus coming...
my papa is not weird after all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cry
My heart been hurt so much
All because I keep getting closer to you
I will break down easily and
Cry
After you have hurt me
My tears will fall down once in while
Just want to be alone in dark
No one to bother me
I just let this get way to far
I can't stop leaving you alone
My heart want more and more from you, but
You don't care how I feel and break my heart to pieces
I feel like shattered glass
I can't stand up again
Knowing I'm getting near you again,
I'm going break down easy and get hurt
Once again I
Cry
Over you because I'm not realized that
You keep doing it
Cry
poem by Christina Phan
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Shattering Like Glass
Like glass
I feel like my life shatters
Every individual piece
Hurts me as they hit the floor
Nothing is going right
Everything is going down hill
Right before my very eyes
And there is nothing I can do
Like a house being burned
Its it eventually reduced to
Ashes at my feet
Before anyone can save it
All the people around me make it worse
I don't wanna have to be the oldest
I don't wanna have to take care of the
Littles or be strong
I just want to sit down and cry
For everything I've lost
For everything that could and should
Have been
Nobody else seems to understand
So I guess I'm on my own
But somehow that doesn't
Really help
poem by Autumn Winds
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Glass Shatters
The glass has a flimsiness, frailty of course,
Do not deceive me with fraudulence or fraud.
Glass shatters from impulses,
Glass has love for the actions,
This glass I hold and dropp reminds.
The frantic wept, as no other weeper,
The fraternity has evaporated,
Never the escapade of shattering glass
Has gone by without returning,
And so the glass has an escapade.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Lady Who Leaned on The Pillar of The Court
the one who took the shot
must be an artist
he knew how to portray
the state of justice in this country
a sad lady
abandoned by a lover
who murders a maid
and goes into hiding
helped by a powerful dad
and the case is simply left
in the archives
forgotten
i have written a poem for
that sadness
a forced smile
coerced beauty
a leaning that is accompanied
by trembling
that something might fall and
break her into
shattered pieces of
glass
sharp and still vengeful to the
soles of the feet
of the innocent guest
looking for
more names....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Fall To Pieces
Feeding on the things you want,
Undaunted.
And doing it to flaunt?
With hopes to generate stares,
To delight in a doing of superficial taunts.
To prove whatever it is you think you do,
Excites.
Don't...
Fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.
When you discover you are not the priority,
On anyone's mind...
You'd like to impress in the streets,
In clown declining times.
When...
Those days don't go your way,
Don't fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.
When...
Blue skies cover with clouds and turn to gray,
Don't fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.
Biting on nails and getting pale,
As rose colored glasses worn...
Begin to fail.
Don't fall to pieces.
If the bread you nibble on taste as if stale,
Don't fall to pieces with a rushing home...
To your own jail cell.
With a rummaging through other costumes.
Remember this...
What you did yesterday,
With beliefs you could do it.
People today are not as shallow...
And can see through it.
And what you represent...
In your Superfly garments,
Reminds those who have awakened...
How lost in space,
Those who still chase...
The ridiculous.
With hopes those days return.
Don't...
Fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.
When you discover you are not the priority...
On anyone's mind,
You'd like to impress in the streets.
Don't fall to pieces but seek,
Your true identity.
These are the times,
Your mind could use a hefty dose of it.
Truth is on the scene and here to prevail.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sorrow Under Mist
Mist -
Giving wispy vapour to the breath,
Cool calm to autumn afternoons,
A hovering air of mysticism
Over brooding lakes -
Was different here,
Affording company, closeness -
A caring arm around her shoulders.
In the eyes, a once-clear oceanic blue
Wavered under water -
Tears telling torrid truths
She couldn't face -
Like the glowering image in the mirror
You don't see in your mind's eye
Of compensation; delusion.
We see her sitting on the concrete steps
That led down to the dew-laden garden.
She's peering up, sensing her diffuse companion,
Refreshing in its chill; giving crispness
To the stealth of dulling evening.
But the bite of air couldn't lift the sorrow
Of pale youth in love,
Shouldered by a not-in-love and scoffing eye.
Rejection hurt;
Hurts -
Wrenches deep -
Emotion that we can't deny!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Distances....
this distance shall seal
the fate of those bridges
the empty space
are cut arms
the chasms between our
thoughts
are sliced feet
there are no more nails
to scratch what pleasures
are there
in this all broken
arrangement
the words fall from the trees
like poisoned leaves
as i walk away like a thief
you shall have the last
laugh
when you are dead and there
shall be peace
i shall come back
not to bury you with all
the requisites of
religious dignity
i am coming with my vultures
and they shall have a feast
on your rotten
belly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Story Of The Sharp Tongue
with the repetitive sound of sighs and symmetrical silence
the tongue has become sharp and it stabs hearts
it breaks open what has been closed all along and hidden
birds start breaking out from cages
and feathers are left as memories which somehow the one who is left
empty takes it to his heart and becomes his pen
the lonely man writes
with blood from his bleeding heart stabbed by the sharpness of his own
past
the sound becomes even more demanding like routine that you cannot refuse
and somehow the silence becomes irregular, asymmetrical taking the shape
of a scream, which the tongue most sharpened now
slices into dust
and this reaches to the conclusion that no matter how sharp the tongue can be
it too shall in the end turn into
dust..............................
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Occurence....
when things go awry
like some plates flying out of the kitchen
breaking their faces on the floor
one day
or in some other days of your liking
you become so engrossed
in your silence
your hands begin to pick up the pieces
pondering
the mind probes deeper
into some
recesses of memories long buried
in those layers of years
and then
your feet begins to decide to walk away
silence no longer
synonymous with silence
sounding more
like some winds wishing
for swan
songs....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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