#shard
floating from flower to flower
collect as much as i can gather
pieces of me left to shatter
i wonder if you got a shard
i gamble my bearings until dark
floating from flower to flower
beat the bees to the punch
pieces of me left to touch
i wonder if you got a taste
i replay the honeyed days
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
i run you through my fingers,
waiting for my response.
your surface smooth as water,
your blade sharp as ice.
your blue tint reflecting my sadness,
your cracks revealing my anger.
still waiting for my answer,
i place you down admiring your beauty.
little shard of glass,
nothing else can cut so smoothly.
i think about it,
can i be that strong
as to not rip you through my skin,
and watch the validation seep out?
watch your red army attack my clothes,
staining the white the deepest crimson?
i think i'm done deciding,
what will i do- only time will tell.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
Geode, a Resemblance
by Michael R. Burch
Take this geode with its rough exterior—
crude-skinned, brilliant-hearted ...
a diode of amethyst—wild, electric;
its sequined cavity—parted, revealing.
Find in its fire all brittle passion,
each jagged shard relentlessly aching.
Each spire inward—a fission startled;
in its shattered entrails—fractured light,
the heart ice breaking.
Published by Poet Lore, Poetry Magazine and the Net Poetry and Art Competition. Keywords/Tags: Geode, amethyst, quartz, rock, stone, sequin, sequined, jagged, shard, brilliant, fire, passion, light, fission, ice
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 6:28 AM UTC
Ice on fire
Burning desire
Of melted heart
And flame
No shame or blame
We both knew the game
Before we started
And now we have parted
So it didn't last
But we had a blast
All the same
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
Shattered like a china plate
Broken like a window pane
My heart's a million shards
Shards that won't be one again
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC
You were falling
So I stretched out my porcelain hand
But you were scared
And you gripped it too hard
Now it’s broken
And so are you
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
The mirror is shattered.
So without any reflection on the misuse of this image,
The shards will be incarnadine.
The bleeding will ne'er end.
It drips drops of thick sick thoughts,
Smothering the scattered shards.
A sight bred for horror.
Speckled endlessly, sorting sorrows
Into uniquely spattered shards.
The fulmination of self-imitation.
No longer are little words taken lightly.
You are now obscure shards.
I, too, once saw clearly.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
I can't even say
you hurt me
with confidence.
It feel like this so
often I've begun
to wonder if
I do this to myself...
I want to cuss you
out of my thoughts but
I only sink further
into them.
So I'll pretend it's fine --
I'm fine -- while
I'm crying my eyes out,
because I don't even think
I can blame you.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
So much bile
so much poison
I wonder how
you are alive
with these proportions
One can only be a thorn
or a shard
a shard your are
that I can validate
a piercing one at that
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC