SHATTER AND GLASS

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I have just the right picture that will not shatter or blow your mind away- i need it here- but guide your creative process as we go smoothly into Daily Wisdom Words Picture Writing Exercise. The words are shattered and glass.Β  Picture credit goes to Debby.

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22 thoughts on “SHATTER AND GLASS”

  1. Window Pain

    Because I Gaze to Know Her
    Friendly Come She into me
    her Window holds fast
    so Loquaciously

    Steady we Go In
    Ways she only knows
    No idol thoughts Break thru

    Home is the Church where
    Prayers send a Splendor
    In the glass to rest Her
    for Kingdom Come

    #poetrylovers

  2. I thought i saw fairies
    with silken wings
    moving through perennial greens
    it was just a dream
    filled with poetic merriment
    air proverbial with sounds
    glass clinking soothing
    the shattered silence
    of this white n black night
    unravelling mysteries
    of tender mercies.

  3. Shattered days
    Filled with
    New thoughts
    Even though
    I look through the glass
    To an uncertain future
    I plan to have a blast
    Live for today
    Live with your soul
    Your heart will pump blood
    Till our bodies are no more
    When?
    That is only for
    The universe to know
    Just Breathe

  4. Glass Moments

    Glass moments shatter time
    haunting our dreams
    we walk them home
    photographing our surprise

    Memories of their footprints
    wallpaper our minds
    stepping into tomorrow
    I’ve forgotten my way

    Your eyes plead for mine
    will we ever really know
    time’s keys unlock us
    as we go on our way.

  5. This is a poem I once wrote when I was at the peak of my depression. I’m grateful every second of my life that I’ve been able come out of that period since.

    So deep are my wounds & my fears
    Niagra Falls come to borrow some tears

    So shattered to pieces are my heart & veins
    Bullets in wars keep picking my brains

    Such is my torture that whenever I burn
    Straight from hell, the devil comes to learn

    So neglected am I by the universe
    My own shadow calls me a curse!

    And when that happens, curses say in anger
    We’re not THAT bad, this is downright slander!

    I want a way out but how can I be free,
    When even Satan says,
    You’re too much for me!

    • What are you gotta make me cry! This one tore my heart. But buddy I’m glad you’re here you are the best cohost a girl could ask for! πŸ™ŒπŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ€—

    • Every sense of it is completely artistic…though i cannot dismiss the fact that you were in a sad state when this was written…just wanted to say that i felt every bit of it…and guys this not just a prompt…it is where we hang out, our safe poetic pub. A place where we drink poetry to stupor.

  6. Doh Bart
    Arrogant not brainy or smart
    Clever a whoopee
    He thinks he’s free
    See him wiggle that butt
    Homer, Marge, Maggie, Lisa
    And not forgetting Bart

    POEM BY KARL WOMACK

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