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Shattered Glass

mel44
Melgar
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Poetry Contest

In a 30 line or less poem or prose, share your feelings, a memory or story ending with
Shattered Glass...

Any format is welcome.
Please, no extreme content.
One submission only.
Trophy awarded to most votes.

Example:
Afraid of my balance
I seem to walk alone
Searching, seeking
To find a footpath home

Lost amongst my thoughts
Unable to find a way
Regarding a future
Avoiding decay

Crying inaudibly in secret
Exterior feigning strong
No allowing other’s vision
Watching everything as wrong

Rising above myself
Evident upon me
Others pass judgement
My mirror they do not see

Vivid, they do not understand
My eyes they cannot pass
Observing an external me
As fields of shattered glass

Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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A note to our Hostess; This is about my battle with type 2 diabetes.  Poetry helps me to express.



Shattered Glass

Needles of glass, their never-ending
rage; a ghost fire raining down

the slow burn that licks at my
calves, that makes my toes seize

and my fingers buzz, fighting the
hollow numbness that encroaches,

harbingers of the saccharine drip,
crystallizing synapses

eroding the perception of sight and
thought that drowns in a single depth

the ebbing of low tide on a beach of
finest silt, unable to support

anything heavier than the sea salt
that weeps from my nostrils,

a cycle, a cyst; moon phases
extolling their revelation,

a parasitic resolve, reading
my fortune blocked in black highlighter

as seen through the corruptible
facets of a perfect diamond

that wnever realizes its own
worth, only the obvious,

unable to grant that
this too shall pass,

when I'm reduced to crawling
through needles of shattered glass.


mel44
Melgar
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The images in your words...amazing. The most powerful, are the ones that make us feel vulnerable. Well done you!

poet Anonymous

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mel44
Melgar
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Thank you for the submission. It is quite lovely.  However, The last line of each entry is to end in "Shattered Glass"...can you work that in and resubmit?

poet Anonymous

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drone
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Within my mind
lay the broken pieces
of a mirror
that I once loved
within these fields
of shattered class



mel44
Melgar
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Nice! Thank you for submitting!  Just modify last word to be glass instead of class:)

SatansSperm
Dangerous Mind
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Church-hill station

hangman
swinging from
the umbilical noose
of your religion
crucified
buy
the
glide
of
your
slide
while
your god
scattered
my soul
like shattered glass

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Lil ones last Meal

I'm dreams she haunts me from beneath the pale
Her story spreads like a black mold around my own soul
Her babies sharp cries shatter my nights
Violent shrieks that jag my eyes come morning, the look on their faces still makes my blood run cold
Their mothers desperate need for unearthly delights
Left them alone with horror, and  begging for bread
I found them one morning, the youngest in inconsolable wails
Dirty and cold in that big house on the hill
She had left them there to fend for themselves
With nothing for heat or for their meals
The girls lip started to quiver when I asked of their Mum...
The boys eyes went wild begging his Sissy to stop
But she burst from the room leading me to her Pa....
Laying slumped over his desk missing the bulk of his jaw....
He had been shot in the face by their mothers gun...
The stench was unreal, I gagged viplently
I wanted desperately  to run
But then I heard what the children had done
The little food their mother had left they had been instructed to.feed him
When she had left,  he had not yet passed
There was a tube inserted into his mouth now more a hollow gash
With shaking hands I took from the scared boy the bottle that the mother had prepared them
When i saw the pinky toe through its sides I dropped it and screamed  
And felt the children's souls shatter like the broken glass

mel44
Melgar
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Thank you so much for submitting:)  
Can you edit this final line to meet the criteria of ending in "shattered glass"?
From...And felt the children's souls shatter like the broken glass
To maybe something like...And felt the children's souls breaking like the shattered glass

poet Anonymous


matt couldn`t have painted a better portrait


beneath me

    you trembled  

                           like
an animal
before a coming storm ~

I watched the fall of snow
like a`symmetrical flakes
from your hair
each one
more heartbreaking than the other …
lily pad`s waft in coagulated waters
gravitational pulls pool
and mirror like glasses shattered, shattered glass



~author's note: on the eve of my divorce

mel44
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Thank you for the submission...such vulnerability at a difficult moment in life. Bless.

Grace
IDryad
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The hiking High King

was it high king or hiking
booted feet wandering
in the wilderness
seeking peace

was it hiking or high king
standing regal
scepter in his hand
smiling at what he conquered

leaving behind all things
letting a kingdom go
he found tranquility
in a newness

behind he left  
powerful knowledge
strewn on grass
like shattered glass

gardenlover
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Shattered glass

Her portrait hung on the wall
Her naked body fair and tall
Her figure a joy to behold
Sad that our love is now cold

Memories of our love at night
Sensual sleep a real delight
Now in bed alone with tears
Solitary and full of fears

What is that crash that I hear
Something broken is my fear
Her picture fallen, smashed alas
Behind shards of shattered glass

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