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Araoluwa Jacob Jun 2018
I am so calm
As calm as the ocean at night
As calm as I could ever be
I am calm because I am mad
mad at the fact that my heart aches
i cannot express my emotion
my inevitable situation kills me
slowly enough to destroy me
making me break pieces by pieces
and become a shattered memory of the world
people would see my pieces and step on me
those pieces are of no use no more
they have been as calm as they could ever be.
Now they are shattered because of the inevitable pain they are feeling
The pain of a sick horse.
the pain of an eagle whose wing are broken
the pain of a mother during labor.
A hurt child. an abandoned beauty.
A flawless person whose name is flaw.
the pain is so unbearable that i have been shattered.
with nobody to reach out to
they left me in this agony
i still feel spite even when I'm in pieces.
My world of breakable hope and dissatified pain is reaching out to me with chains.
chains that i Can't break from
stopdoopy Jun 2018
being struck by lightning
what a sentiment
we think of you as this beautiful destructive force
and you are
but is the electrocution
worth it to taste
that sticky sweet acid
or what about the
searing of flesh in a shattered pattern
branching out
reaching
just like I am to you...
Danielle Jun 2018
This broken teacup of mine,
Lays on the floor.
Pieces scattered and crushed into the carpet.
A mosaic of pain.
This broken teacup of mine,
Stabs and slices,
As I pick up the shattered porcelain.
White stained red.
This broken teacup of mine,
I can’t put back together.
I remember it fondly from when it was whole
And admire its new beauty
As I wait, patiently.
Not the other poem I was going to post tonight, but inspiration comes at odd moments and I have no problems rolling with it.

Sometimes you can't put people back together, sometimes you have to wait for them to fix themselves. But that doesn't ever mean that you can't appreciate them as they were and who they are now becoming.
God gave me family,
God gave me friends,
God gave me life.

But I took something from God---
You.

I took an angel away from the heavens---
A beautiful angel adored by all.

As each day passes the heavens became empty without your presence.

But as each day passes with you beside me,
The more I fall into this endless pit.

You took care of me,
You worshipped me,
You loved me.

The heavens kept searching for you.
I don't want to lose you.
I can't imagine what's it like to be without my everything.

You gave me everything,
And it scares me,
Knowing that one day you'll go back to where you really belong.

It ruined me,
You ruined me,
I ruined me.

I have to give God what rightfully belongs to Him,
Even if it means living without you.
This one is the continuation of my haiku 'Shattered' I hope you like it Krista DelleFemine
austin Jun 2018
You
When I was a shattered piece of glass
You picked me up and glued me back Together again.

When I was a bleeding heart
You smiled at me and taught me how to
Love again.

When I was a mindless, robotic zombie
You hugged me and made me feel
Human again.

And when I was a rotting corpse, dying
You loved me and made me want to
Live again.
Damaris ZA Jun 2018
being held in your arms gives me
security
being held in your arms brings me
hope
being held in your arms makes me
flustered
being held in your arms means
to lose everything
being held in your arms is
rebelling
being held in your arms has
to be fate

...

when i am not held in you arms.
i bring doubt.
i lose purpose.
i create insanity.
i long for desire.
i mean nothing
There's no point in asking for forgiveness if I was destined to die tomorrow.
Erica May 2018
i've got a heart that's been ****** up
but that doesn't stop me from loving
it doesn't stop me from falling in love
it doesn't stop me from being me
because what i've learned with my shattered heart
it that...with my heart
i am myself
and that's okay that i've been broken
if someone doesn't love me for that
oh well
Priya May 2018
I hate it when you go silent all of a sudden.
I hate to observe, how the length of our conversation shorten day by day.
You are so busy in your own world that you don't have even time for me.
You were and you still are my world.
Whenever there is a text, i hope it's from you.
Whenever my phone rings, i pray i get to hear your voice from the other side.
Whenever i laugh, it reminds me of all the time that we have spent together.
Whenever i cry, it reminds me of all those tears which you have dried.
Whenever i look back at my past, i see memories........
Our memories.......
They are still holding me, governing my actions......they are still there by my side.
Everything, every place, every face from those memories is almost the same except for you.
You have somehow moved on leaving me behind with that hollow promise of never leaving me. ......
selflessflaws May 2018
she spent countless nights composing pieces of poetry about the different ways in which he had completed her. she spent countless nights sitting with a shattered heart, crying and getting intoxicated trying to forget about you, and the memories you once shared with her. a few months later, she's still broken, but she's slowly healing, from all of the damage you'd caused her. it's still a work in progress.
9.20pm. 5/5/18.
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