Poems about nails


№ 1201983

There Were Three Nails

On a barren hill, lay shattered pieces of wood. They were weather worn and aged. In the broken boards I found three nails, they were rusted and stained. I picked up the boards and I felt such pain, I dropped them in shock and fear. Then I touched one nail and I felt such grief that I wept as I fell to my knees. With a broken heart I lay in the dirt wondering why this had to be. What horrible thing could have happened here and why did it bother me? Then a peace came over me and I looked at the things before me, I picked up the wood and nails and turned around to see a man behind me, he was dressed in common clothes all white and clean. He took boards and nails from me and said I have been looking for these, thank you for finding them for me. In stunned silence with an empty heart I felt all of my fear and pain wash away. I asked him what he wanted with two boards and three nails, he said just wait and you will see. He push them back together and as if they had never been torn apart, I saw they formed a cross and at that moment I knew what the nails were for and let God come into my heart.

nails,  three.

Author: James M Vines
Date: 30/03/2020

№ 1145489

I'm the dirt under your nails

Your breath was so warm on my skin and
I am a piece of shit
Because I miss you too much
I'm an addict for your kisses and ask you if these are what cigarette withdrawals feel like
And I know you're not about that
Sappy love poem shit
Or writing about the girl you love now
Because I am a piece of trash
Who loves you too much
I wonder if you can feel the desperation
On my lips when we kiss
Or when I hold your hand a little tighter
Because you are the universe to me
And I can't let you go
I'm terrified because you can make me feel like the sun in the sky
Or the dust under your feet
Other boys are dull and starless
But you are a lightning storm
Setting me ablaze with fire and passion
And I'm so pathetic because
I cry too much at 4am when I spill my insecurities to you
And I write too much sad poetry when you're away

So I'll read your novels about carelessly falling in love with other girls
Or wordlessly listen to your stories about dating models and your almost relationships with girls who collect men like earrings
And I wonder if you can hear my heart break when you rest your head against my chest
Because I am a piece of trash

dirt,  nails.

Author: Angeline Ubaldo
Date: 08/02/2020

№ 1134029

For the title, just imagine a looped audio clip of nails screeching down a chalkboard

Itchy scritchy
Creepy crawly
Something in my skin.
I pick and scratch to free
Fictitious bugs that squirm within.

Whump-a thump-a
Thudd, thudd
Pounding in my ears,
Punctuating every sound
With thrums like stabbing spears.

Wiggle wobble
Swoopy swirly
Motion fills my eyes.
Saturated, inundated,
Stillness its disguise.

Shaky shaky
Static in my limbs,
Sucks them tight together
Til the chaos finally dims.

In the quiet, darkest, smallest space
I sit and reminisce
Of back when just existing
Didn't make me feel like this.

audio,  chalkboard,  clip,  imagine,  looped,  nails.

Author: mediocrity
Date: 29/01/2020

№ 1123779

Painted nails

People write poems
About subjects
Such as him.

With painted nails,
Glittering eyes,
Polished skin,

He is like poetry
About women
With lipstick
The color
Of sin.

And as he drinks
His wine, they
Will sit and write
Poems about
Subjects such
As him.

nails,  painted.

Author: Asher
Date: 19/01/2020

№ 1121908


With nails in hand,
As sharp as knifes, reflecting the dim light of a lamp from the ceiling.
A thought rushing through my head, no actions follow.
Hollow, is the lamp which is about to go out soon enough
Hollow, it is when no body is around and when people gather.
It doesn't matter, not its surroundings, not its use, it remains the same
Without ever changing, wether shining or not it is hollow.
Nails, as sharp as little knifes, could pierce through it carelessly
It wouldn't matter, it would remain the same, it would be hollow.
The difference, relies in the possibility of it not being able to shine
Shine out the light, which people are desiring to have in this room.
It simply would be thrown away, replaced and forgotten.
And it wouldn't be questioned, what the nail had done it for.
Overseen, the lamp remains the same after all.

~ Umi


Author: Umi
Date: 18/01/2020

№ 1114548

Bed of Nails

I am deeply sorry
For every heart I ever broke
Every person in the punchline of my shitty joke
Every time I blamed my shit brain
Every time I spoke
Every time I hid away
And every time I choked
Love is a sick dog
Love is a bed of nails

bed,  nails.

Author: Johnny Nikoloudakis
Date: 11/01/2020

№ 1094862


My nails are a weapon
Of touch
They have strength to open anything
At the moment there purple
Would love to scratch you
All around
Hoping you'll enjoy it
As I play along
One day all
Nails will be sharp
Enough to
Take on anything


Author: Vanessa Gatley
Date: 24/12/2019

№ 1088649

Painted nails

I painted my nails so i would feel pretty
But it didn't really work
What a shame, such a pity

-k. l.

nails,  painted.

Author: no one
Date: 19/12/2019