Fragmentation Poems

Fragmentation poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of fragmentation poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on fragmentation are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Holy War- An Oxymoron

Holy War  An Oxymoron prose poem

My god’s bigger than your god! no! my god’s bigger than your god! therefore my god can beat up your god! isn’t that what gods are all about? isn’t that what gods are for? to beat each other up- you

At Stake

At Stake ballad

She smiled for a deep need of admiration Her world was of fantasy and delusion Her senses of mental fragmentation She welcomed someone When no one was there She never knew when she was sick Like demons tugging the stigma

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Why Them?

Why Them? short poem

Too many mouths to feed, fewer hands to work, Life is a constant struggle, but they have to give birth! For them their life was never a choice, Did God play a cruel joke? Were they his toys? When you

Western Portrait

Western Portrait short poem

Walk ever faintly with me, my love Barefoot upon the salted apron shore Let us sip the fading western light Savor the bodied flavor of recent wounds Bow completely to descending night Heal imperfectly beneath comforting moons ..until daylight reveals

Until Next Time

Until Next Time short poem

Life Full of pain and strife How cruel, to snatch away all the good things I had Until I was left with only the bad Why did you have to leave so soon? I miss the times when we used

If I Were Young Again

If I Were Young Again short poem

Piecemeal summer dies long winter spreads it’s blanket again. For ten years I have lived in exile, locked in this rickety cabin, shoulders jostled up against open Alberta sky. If I were young again, I’d sing of coolness of high

A Note To Mum On Mother’s Day

A Note To Mum On Mothers Day short poem

I do apologize Giving you credit on your day, Mother You’d think you fell into oblivion And to memory you come occasionally, Mother You’d think the stream of my love From my heart stops flowing, Mother You’d think my eyes

The Last Rain

The Last Rain short poem

It fell like nothing before, and tried hard to quench the thirst, but every drop of it failed, whether the last..or the first…. The coolness was now a dream, the passion a haste, hence when it kissed the ground, it

I’ll Be Waiting.

Ill Be Waiting. short poem

You’re my desire my passion..I strongly need you I want to trap you hypnotize you just like I own you I want to sleep with you when dark tries to catch me And I want to wake up with you

The Smudge Of Time

The Smudge Of Time short poem

It all seems important until someone doesn’t remember the squabbling plans of a coven of third grade girls to torment a classmate each with a thick red pencil sharpened for poking each put together as glossy as a nine-year old

Freedom?

Freedom? short poem

our wings grow from the heart but stop on the neck suffocating us we bury the feelings deep in the arteries until the blood has no room to move we spit like the husks of seeds only words that are

And Jesus Said…

And Jesus Said... prose poem

(Jesus speaks at Liberty University, Virginia, wearing a T-shirt and jeans.) Now, a lot of you have asked me some very good questions, And a lot of these questions seem to go along the lines of: “Who is God? Is

The Engagement Ring

The Engagement Ring long poem

Oh! black clouds, Go from here, I don’t want thunders, I don’t want lightning, I don’t want rains, My beloved is away. When he left the village, I was just thirteen, But I am now sixteen, And I now understand,

The Puppet Master

The Puppet Master short poem

the blue moon rises in the broken October sky a crooked smile crosses her face a tear in un-knowing eyes the puppet master pulls the strings the puppet seems surprised she dances in the moonlight in the yard where graves

Picture Perfect

Picture Perfect short poem

I was obsessed with ‘Picture Perfect’, I searched the world inside and out, Looking for a single moment when I could say, This is what life’s all about. My life was viewed through lenses, My camera- a medal worn with

Alone

Alone short poem

When you step into the cage none is known, When you fly away too far you are alone, In the dark and the light, it’s you and your soul. But yet inthe journey, many relations you hold, You want to

Happiest Of All!

Happiest Of All! long poem

How does it feel to see the Flamingo, when the sun is shining through the clouds, while sitting next to the window, the cool breeze touching the cheeks like healing wounds. when I became happiest of all, it is everything

A Real Jack The Ripper In A Small American Town

A Real Jack The Ripper In A Small American Town short poem

Gladys was a devote Baptist and a Sweet old lady who never had anything Bad to say about anybody so when this Young man moved into the neighborhood They said you can just look into his eyes And see he’s

Reality

Reality short poem

For a moment I see things turning beautiful all seems to be the way I wanted: the way they were in the past. For a moment my tears dissipated from my eyes and a bright smile lights up my face.

A Granddaughter’s Goodbye

A Granddaughters Goodbye long poem

You flew away to heaven My heart can’t stop itself from caving in My tears drop for you You left so soon I wish for one more day To tell you all I still have to say I don’t regret

How Can They Possibly Know?

How Can They Possibly Know? prose poem

How will it change when we know? How will civilization be rearranged? All that we known comes from one place and time, one little speck in space. Great religions over eons have arisen telling all how things must certainly be.

Heavenly Touch

Heavenly Touch short poem

I see an angel in every home. The care she took with her swollen belly, and the pain she endured when we came out. The nectar she gave and the warmth of her body, the rhythm of her heartbeat gave

Hungry Angels

Hungry Angels short poem

Tonight I will not sleep I will call you in my eyes. My hands were trembling when I opened the book. Words you uttered long back tumbled out ashen-faced. I started burning inside. Where did we take a wrong turn?

Manhood

Manhood short poem

Today, I will not shift to baritone Every time a lady calls. I will not pretend to be watching Formula 1 While my eyes are on Nigella Lawson. I will help Mrs. Rangaswami across the street Even while nobody’s watching.

Listening And Loving

Listening And Loving short poem

As you ponder what I think, ask me if you dare Pause and come to me, and see that I really do care Many think that I am a mystery; others stand and stare Those who heartily believe, and love

Scent Memory

Scent Memory short poem

The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty

Hope

Hope short poem

Dark is the shadow that fell Dark is the alley in which the shot rang Deep is the abyss in which he fell No echo to be heard of his scream No reverberations from the hard fall No body suits,

Blood Line

Blood Line short poem

Lack of knowledge the way he was born. Raised in hell before falling the well. He met a girl oh, she was his world. But, he let her go through the low Unintentionally threw- away he goes Sad to think

Rest In Peace

Rest In Peace ode

Flashing TV images Condoling messages Innumerable memories Anecdotes and tributes Exchange of smiles and tears Days of mourning And minutes of silence A beautiful soul A brilliant mind A humane heart A smiling face A charismatic style A humble demeanor

Picking Up The Pieces

Picking Up The Pieces short poem

How do you pick up the pieces of your own broken heart, When each individual piece is like a shard of glass? How does one even know how or where to start, When it’s not exactly taught at school in

The End

The End prose poem

Hey Friend; There is no need to pretend, I can see what’s coming ahead , I can really sense the end; My bright days turning to twilight, My world’s turning Black and White, Something’s not right, Something’s never right; It

You Are The One

You Are The One short poem

Come my lady, let me show you I’m the one who’ll get to know you I won’t let you out of my mind I won’t let you down you will find We’ll feel like our two souls are freed I

About Love….

About Love.... long poem

Love is neither optional, nor happens by choice. It just happens, you either accept or deny, Love can be at first sight or start at a goodbye plight, Feelings arise, touching the skies, A choice to act on them or

Money

Money prose poem

Money is like honey Money makes one happy Money makes the face smiley Money creates audacity Money makes one wealthy Money gets Joy Money can make one merry Money is required to marry Money can take one to land of

Orang Ulu

Orang Ulu short poem

Orang Ulu… loping through mottle-green light of the jungle-track, lighter than dawn-mist and nimble as wild-cat. Hunt-hounds around-him are bounding and wailing a death-hymn or baying for deer-spoor or fat-ox or wild-boar. Ulu agape at the edge of a clearing,

Just Mist

Just Mist short poem

I feel like the mist – drifting through the air, With no purpose but to fog your vision while you stare, Then dissipate when the sun breaks through, Nowhere to go or be – something you once knew, So insignificant

What am I waiting for

What am I waiting for short poem

A strange desperation sets in again nothing seems right nothing seems worthwhile there is something amiss the will to live is gone whatever I stand for seems despicable I lack belief and I lack courage I look for a way

Dear Roger

Dear Roger prose poem

When Mum first presented you I thought you were a trick. Your attempts to buy me off with a Metallica C.D. demonstrated your pettiness. I didn’t say anything at the time ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in

The Love We Had

The Love We Had short poem

Just by staring at her smile my world became sheer. For the power she had to embrace me just by residing in this little heart of mine. Our love was abundant for me , to be blissed. It made me

Voice in My Head

Voice in My Head short poem

It’s not like, I did not have a choice… But I’m trying to subdue, My innermost voice…! I know intuitions, Show us the way… But this time, I’m not going to sway…!! Because there is nothing, Mortally I can do..