Like Shattered Glass Poem by Romeo Della Valle

Like Shattered Glass

Rating: 4.5


My heart has been broken
Like shattered glass
That lay scattered on the floor
And had to be swept up
so that not one single particle
Be left visible
To the naked eyes
Or touches the smooth skin,
Like a dagger in any given day
Before feet could cross
The threshold of this door! ...

Hey you! Watch your steps!
Splinters still remain
Painful and undetected-
watch your step!
Deep cuts left unprotected
Due to carelessness of my own...

Now, feeling badly hurt,
Being sharply touched,
I must take precautions
Before I surrender true feelings,
I must also scrutinize everyone
Before I totally give in
Avoiding to fall apart again, .
Rejecting a life
Of distrust and pain...


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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Leary 11 April 2012

Good write my friend...pick up your heart and go out again...and for the effort we'll give it a 10!

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Jessie Jett 11 April 2012

I could feel some pain in here, I like the metaphor for the glass, and shards. Cutting like a cut heart.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 15 April 2012

really a great poem. I will remember it for the feeling of it.

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Adeline Foster 16 April 2012

Your attempts at poetry are very well thought out but why not write about things other than yourself and the world may open out to you. Read many that are about other things and not just love and love lost. Read mine - Frustrated Plans - Adeline

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William F Dougherty 20 April 2012

Serious theme, seriously handled in workmanlike way.

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Pheko Motaung 02 May 2012

Oh captain! You know the mood! You have brilliantly captured the mood! Thank you

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Meggan O Reilly 25 April 2012

i love this: O :) it really is an emotional piece that truely came from the heart

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Captain Cur 24 April 2012

We all have a room in our heart that someone we loved the most vacated. It is like losing a loved one and not being able to clean out the room they lived in, or removing their possessions, for fear we would forget them, and the feeling we had for them. But that vacant room is sometimes the ink that fills our pens and we write and we bleed. Always write what you feel, that is truth.

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This poem explans how i fill some times very beautiful love it

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Valerie Dohren 21 April 2012

A very good poem, full of feeling.

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