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Weekly Poetry Stuffage > Week 320 (July 19-25). Poems. Topic: Piece by Piece

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message 1: by C. J., Cool yet firm like ice (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4263 comments You have until the 25th of July to post a poem, and July 26th-30th, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: Piece by Piece

Also thanks goes to C P for suggesting the topic!

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Have fun!


message 2: by [deleted user] (new)

I wrote this piece shortly after my aunt passed away from a rare form of cancer in 2005. It is not a poem, per say, but just a writing of my thoughts at the time.

PUZZLEMENTS by: Melissa Andres
(Feedback Always Welcome!)

I have been told that life is like an enormous jigsaw puzzle.
As your days are spent and pieces fitted together it will form into an amazingly beautiful picture.

But when a family death occurs, the puzzle can never be fully complete because many pieces will be forever missing.

I have never been good at jigsaw puzzles. I don't know why exactly -- maybe I don't have enough patience -- maybe I don't like the picture I see developing before me.

My passion is the Seek and Find -- puzzles where you locate the word. For me, death doesn't seem to fit into life. So, as I seek to find The Word, He comforts me and keeps me from being puzzled.


message 3: by Edward (new)

Edward Davies | 1727 comments Please, no Kelly Clarkson lyrics.


message 4: by Edward (new)

Edward Davies | 1727 comments Title : Plan Ahead
Poet : Edward Davies

The balance of all things relies
On the interconnection
Of every single moving part
In every single section

If just one piece is out of place
If one piece fails to function
If there’s just one tiny mistake
You’ll soon be up the junction

You have to ensure everything
Can perform with precision
So you don’t have to start again
Because of a revision

So don’t let people change the plans
Due to some mad caprice
Or else you’ll have to start again
Piece by piece by piece


message 5: by C.P., Windrunner (new)

C.P. Cabaniss (cpcabaniss) | 658 comments I LOVE Kelly Clarkson, Edward! Which is where I got the prompt, of course. Plus it makes a great topic. If I can find the time to write...


message 6: by [deleted user] (new)

I grew up in Burleson, Texas where Kelly Clarkson is from!


message 7: by C.P., Windrunner (new)

C.P. Cabaniss (cpcabaniss) | 658 comments Oooh, cool!


message 8: by [deleted user] (new)

C P wrote: "Oooh, cool!"

:)


message 9: by Enzo (new)

Enzo | 106 comments Broken
By: Kerry Blake

It comes like a storm,
And she doesn't know why,
But she shakes,
And she quakes,
And she just starts to cry.

She's trembling
And wishing
That we won't realize,
But it is enough
When she can't meet my eyes.

We're damaged
And broken
And still we go on-
But these words I have spoken
Show the danger isn't gone.

We live through each day,
Each one much the same,
Until the storm comes,
And the hurricanes,
And the rain.

And when we are broken
And cannot go on,
Only then are we allowed to,
And as soon as we are,
We're gone.

But still it lies with us,
This storm that's inside,
Which has beaten
And broken us,
Still it resides

Inside our hearts,
Inside our souls,
The ripples going outward
The cracks spreading further,
Affecting our lives,
And all we do.

It doesn't affect me
The same way it affects her-
I'm beaten,
And battered,
But still I am whole.

I was broken before,
But I put the pieces back together
In a way that was different,
And stronger,
And better.

But she is still broken,
And ever will be,
Until she finds this isn't
The only reality.


message 10: by Rachel (new)

Rachel Heinen | 134 comments Feedback Welcome.

The Puzzle Maker
by Rachel

Beautiful pictures
sliced into a thousand pieces
and boxed up.
Only to be put back together.
Piece by piece.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words,
but the pieces are worth none.

And that’s who I am.
I destroy beauty,
Rip it shreds.
I am the puzzle maker.
No one can put me back together.


message 11: by C.P., Windrunner (new)

C.P. Cabaniss (cpcabaniss) | 658 comments Comments and feedback welcome.

Come Undone
By: C P Cabaniss


I hold my heart together
when the glue is coming undone
when the pieces start to fall apart
Trying to make it resemble something whole
I feel the fragile flutter of every beat
Another dose of pain to shoot through my veins
All designed to remind me I am not out of time
I can take another chance,
hold my pieces together a little longer
Until the day, I will be able to give them away
One by one
Piece by piece


message 12: by C. J., Cool yet firm like ice (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4263 comments A wrote: "Tag
Al

Life floats
piece by piece
second by second
and we catch up
with death."


Great poem, Al. My only little criticism is just a thought. I think it would go better if you made the phrase near the end into "as we catch up with death." Only a suggestion! :)


message 13: by Natalia (new)

Natalia Hey, this is my first try writing a poem so any feedback would be really appreciated. And I'm so sorry if it sucks :)

Resilient

I've learnt
in my not so many years of life
That humans don't break easily,
resilient as they are.

We don't shatter with just one fall
but piece by piece
until we're not there
no more.

We are no porcelain doll.
We are not breakable and frail
and that's a good thing
cause if we were,
how many of us would keep standing
and how many would fail?


message 14: by Arun (last edited Jul 25, 2016 08:30PM) (new)

Arun Iyer (aruniyer) | 369 comments Natalia wrote: "Hey, this is my first try writing a poem so any feedback would be really appreciated. And I'm so sorry if it sucks :)"

Welcome to world of poetry! Don't worry, contrary to other forms of writing, you have to try really hard to make a poetry suck :-)

Your poetry is quite good. The idea that humans do not shatter at once but only do so piece by piece is a good take on this weeks topic. But here is a question for you though, "if we are not porcelain dolls, then what are we?" You could use this line of thought to try and extend your poetry and give it a sense of closure. Of course, this is but a mere suggestion, your poetry is quite good regardless. Congratulations on your first poetry :-)


message 15: by Arun (new)

Arun Iyer (aruniyer) | 369 comments Rachel wrote: "Feedback Welcome."

I really like your poetries Rachel. The ideas within them are usually very well thought out. Keep polishing your poetry skill and I think you will be able to take top spot regularly in the WSS poetry section :-)

This weeks poetry of yours reminded me of the phrase, "pull yourself together". One always wonders where that phrase came from, but that maybe because we are puzzlemakers.


message 16: by Arun (last edited Jul 25, 2016 08:40PM) (new)

Arun Iyer (aruniyer) | 369 comments C P wrote: "Comments and feedback welcome."

Beautiful poetry. Can the heart hold on until the day that you can give them away? And it gave rise to a feeling of walking along the desert towards an oasis. One has to say, hope is a terrible journey.


message 17: by Akunna (new)

Akunna James-Ibe TITLE: SHARDS OF HEAVEN
BY: AKUNNA

I said I would pray,
but it skipped my mind...I had other things to do.
So my universe shrank and wilted like a scorched leaf because of the words I forgot to say.

I said I would pray for my family,
but It skipped my mind...I had other things to do.
And we sat, counting the air, wondering how things turned out badly.

I said I would pray for my friends,
but it skipped my mind...I had other things to do.
See, they've all gone haywire and I'm hoping it's not too late to make amends.

I said I would pray for my teachers,
but it skipped my mind... I had other things to do.
So they bit their lips in grief and stared at their empty pitchers.

I said I would pray for the children,
but it skipped my mind... I had other things to do.
Yeah, tears drowned my eyes as their innocence got pecked at by men.

I said I would pray for the sick,
but it skipped my mind...I had other things to do.
So they wasted slowly and died quick.

I said I would pray for the poor,
but it skipped my mind...I had other things to do.
So they were oppressed, and their tarpaulin shacks got hacked some more.

I said I would pray for the rich,
but it skipped my mind... I had other things to do.
They'll be rich and they'll be poor cos not a tattered life did they stitch.

I said I would pray for the leaders,
but it skipped my mind...I had other things to do.
So they axed the country till it fell like a great many cedars.

I said I would pray for the youths,
but it skipped my mind...I had other things to do.
Look, many have gone astray and others are brutes.

I said I would pray for the old,
but it skipped my mind...I had other things to do.
And now their respect is overgrown with mould.

I said I would pray for the churches,
but it skipped my mind...I had other things to do.
Alas, our pastors now hobble around, leaning on lies as crutches.

I said I would pray for the Muslims,
but it skipped my mind... I had other things to do.
Some lost their path and tagged nightmares dreams.

I said I would pray for the blood that had been spilled,
but it skipped my mind... I had other things to do.
The vultures fattened from countless still being killed.

I said I would pray for me,
but I couldn't, cos...cos...it skipped my mind that there was a piece of me in everything
I forgot to pray for.

Piece by piece, atom by atom, I took apart my earth.
And it skipped my mind that 'other things' would mean nothing the moment this spinning ball met its death.

What right did I have to moan that my skin was tattooed with cuts; that everything looked broken,
when I was living in shards of heaven?


message 18: by Akunna (new)

Akunna James-Ibe I'm really sorry about this really late post, I just found out one could also post poems weekly cos m quite new...Any rules against breaking the rules...innocently?


message 19: by C.P., Windrunner (new)

C.P. Cabaniss (cpcabaniss) | 658 comments Thanks for the thoughts, Arun!


message 20: by Sarah (new)

Sarah Russell (gooodreadscomsarah_russell) | 73 comments Natalia wrote: "Hey, this is my first try writing a poem so any feedback would be really appreciated. And I'm so sorry if it sucks :)

Resilient

I've learnt
in my not so many years of life
That humans don't break..."


Great going for a first poem! Since you asked for feedback, what I see is that each stanza goes on one line too long. In poetry, you sort of let the reader finish your thoughts. So try it without the last lines in each stanza, and see how that works. And I like Arun's thought too.


message 21: by Natalia (new)

Natalia Thanks for your feedback Arun and Sarah! It was really, really helpful ♥


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