Pieces Poems - Poems about Pieces

In fragments and tatters, in pieces and shards, scattered by the winds of time, I gather them carefully, even if they hurt me, my fingers bleed, but I do not stop, These precious fragments, these bitter shards, these tattered edges and broken tears, I collect them with longing, refusing to let them fall into oblivion, Each piece carries with...

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Exchanging my memories for value, Last week, I visited a pawn shop and pawned my memories. With each piece, I attempt to disregard the memories. The most significant item was the wedding ring. His face appeared before me as we stood before the judge, exchanging vows that were not upheld. She attempted to remove the baby ring that no longer...

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Little pieces of scribbled paper On the desk all around me Some of them I was reading later Some words I can’t properly see Pen didn’t write well as usual Some letters are hard to make out Not that I felt it was crucial But I had to learn what it’s about You were telling the news of your world And I would...

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Resting in pieces, A being releases, Peace into each's, Field of resistance. Bringing the assistance, Needed in Its existence. Closing the distance, Between fear and love, Words coming from above, Loving who you are. You were never far, From where you're meant to be, A Creator with a reality. A reflection of me, Part of the Source, A guide on the course, Keeping you safe, While you push with force, Of course you...

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Resting in pieces, A being releases, Peace into each's, Field of resistance. Bringing the assistance, Needed in Its existence. Closing the distance, Between fear and love, Words coming from above, Loving who you are. You were never far, From where you're meant to be, A Creator with a reality. A reflection of me, Part of the Source, The guide on the course, Keeping you safe, While you push with force, Of course you...

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2025.2.19. My new piece of musics. November last year, I decided to play songs in different language. Which I never done before, I managed to do one piece per week. After six weeks, some things happened, The piano was taken away for tuning, Then, the festive seasons arriving, One thing after another, I did not have any chance to play any music properly. Then, after the...

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I gather my fragments like stars in the night, Each shard holds a memory, dimmed but still bright. Some pieces I cherish, some I let go— The weight of their presence is no longer in tow. With patience and purpose, I forge something new, Not quite what I was, but steadfast and true. Each crack tells a story of falling and...

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I hear your name in the hollow wind, a ghost that lingers on my skin. Shadows stretch where you used to stand, but I reach for nothing, just empty hands. The echoes whisper soft and low, telling me what I already know— you're gone, you're gone, but never far, still burning deep like a dying star. Scattered pieces of my heart, lost in the...

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I love you in pieces, in moments where you're here and in the ones when you're lost. In the fog of a need too deep to understand. Your smile comes like a rare flower, so beautiful, so fleeting, before it wilts again crushed under the weight of something I can't touch, can't fix. I hold you when you're fragile, when your eyes empty out....

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Puzzle pieces everywhere. I could have left him alone. Except I like to work on the puzzle together. We would sit on the rug in the living room. Turning the floor into a picture. A picture which is being built, but not with brick or cement. Fitting just right. The end of the puzzle is...

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Rough cut pieces of wood bearing many splinters, they shall be a portal through which all sin enters, blood soaked nails being constantly driven, one set of nails that will have a story written, from a sapling these pieces of wood were chosen, a destination to end stained a color of rosen, part of history that will never be forgotten, a mark...

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I've observed many relationships, And some things only change with time, She likes to give handmade gifts, while he searches the whole market for that perfect gift. She gets anxious if he doesn't text, while he's just busy studying. She prefers deep conversations, While he never expresses coz he's lost in listening. She might get hurt of that one female friend's...

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I am so grateful that I got the experience of being a mom the total love and affection for a small being who you get to love, nurture, and keep alive Time passes, though, and both of my boys grew into adults I still love them as much as ever, but our relationships have changed, as they should While they make...

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Author Dana Redricks November 23, 2024 When I see you, I see the puzzle pieces of your life slowly taking shape as your life begins to take shape and the pain begins to be replaced to reveal the beauty that was hidden. When I see you, I see the puzzle pieces of your life, edges worn,...

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Broken fragments of my memory, scattered across the floor after you shattered my perfect image. Scattered reminisce of unwillingness to change for me even when you know you are wrong. The edges cut my feet as I walk out because I can no longer take the constant feeling of talking to a brick wall when...

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