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Mrs Timetable Mar 2022
Wooden, splinter

Ouch

Stupid box
My brother in laws contribution to poetry...
I'll tell him keep trying
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
Don’t ask me to thank you
For splintering me apart
Until I am only slivers
To pick your teeth with
Jagged are these words
And I am the one torn
Tape only lasts so long
Then you are falling apart again
So keep your promises
Your actions tell me otherwise
Yuki Jan 2019
What I like about diamonds
are their splinters,
the thorns of the rose
you picked up in winter.
Danielle Jul 2018
Splinters jabbed deep over time
It was just a drop that dripped out
That miserable first time
Now a river cuts through me.
How do I turn off the tap?
I'm really not sure that Doldrum is what the name of this poem should be, but I'm having a terrible time actually coming up with something else. Suggestions very welcomed at this point.
baby since you don't
love me anymore
I feel splinters of pain
in my heart's core

you went away leaving
an aching so deep
why couldn't you stay
close to my keep

the void of emptiness
brings no elation
only the essence
of soul deprivation

baby them splinters
ain't
too
good
baby them splinters
so
hurtful
of
wood
baby them splinters
mean
in
sting
baby them splinters
cruel
of
ping

you've gone and won't
ever be back
your love for me
but a destitute shack
The piece was inspired by a friend, she suggested that I write a poem about splinters...and this is what I came up with.
Iska Mar 2018
I amBOLD
I am STRONG
I am HAPPY
Nothing is WRONG

I am BEAUTIFUL
I am GLASS
I am RESILIENT
I live through the CRACKS

I am splinterig
I’m Falling apart
I am shattering
My splintered old heart

I am faint
I am frail
Am I even here?
Who can tell?

I am a flicker
A faint blur
Is this pain worth it?
I’m no longer so sure
Silverthorn Feb 2016
There's a cross above, beside, below my bed
The splinters get stuck in my head
If I could get them out and in a row
I'd build a boat with them and catch the flow
Make sails from the pages that I've read
Then wings for when the world ends
But the words are wrapped around the wood
Though I would free them, if I could
Liv Aug 2014
Reach gently to those around you. You never know who is shattered and waiting to fall to the floor in splintered pieces.
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