Submissions by LeesAngel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The sweet remain Of an Angel slained
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2012 4:49pm
1st Jun 2012 4:49pm
Closed Eyes
This was for the 'That Which Must Not Be Named' Competition
Closed eyes but still you stare,
Stroke her hair and hold her hand tight.
You tell her how she can be proud of you,
Your arrangement of her day in the spotlight.
Your favourite photograph of her,
Stands at the forefront of her friends.
Her family collect together again,
Like a wedding day when love extends.
You smile and think of how she’d smile more,
When people stand up to praise her spirit.
You are honoured that she is your wonderful wife,
And promise her you will see...
Closed eyes but still you stare,
Stroke her hair and hold her hand tight.
You tell her how she can be proud of you,
Your arrangement of her day in the spotlight.
Your favourite photograph of her,
Stands at the forefront of her friends.
Her family collect together again,
Like a wedding day when love extends.
You smile and think of how she’d smile more,
When people stand up to praise her spirit.
You are honoured that she is your wonderful wife,
And promise her you will see...
870 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th May 2012 8:35pm
29th May 2012 8:35pm
As Death, I Am Inept
This was for the 'If You Were Death' Competition
My way is not mine; it was decided by those,
Who knew it would come when people would fight.
They would fight against time and nature and death,
And so I was conjured to make unwillingness disciplined.
I am inept when it comes to feeling sorrow or guilt,
For those who I collect when their time is through.
I am simply a transporter of the souls they have,
I do not know if they have lived in virtue or have sinned.
Some people do fear me as they think I am to blame,
Others worship me like I am...
My way is not mine; it was decided by those,
Who knew it would come when people would fight.
They would fight against time and nature and death,
And so I was conjured to make unwillingness disciplined.
I am inept when it comes to feeling sorrow or guilt,
For those who I collect when their time is through.
I am simply a transporter of the souls they have,
I do not know if they have lived in virtue or have sinned.
Some people do fear me as they think I am to blame,
Others worship me like I am...
838 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
28th May 2012 5:01pm
28th May 2012 5:01pm
Help Not Palindrome
Help not;
but look and cry.
Will something?
Nothing?
Whatever?
As pretty ringlets falling,
stare will men.
No smile, sweet a smile anywhere.
Her past memories interleave;
She’ll scream every now and then.
Fool,
a helpless fuck up.
She’s staring hopeless,
the padlock remains.
Remains.
Padlock the...
but look and cry.
Will something?
Nothing?
Whatever?
As pretty ringlets falling,
stare will men.
No smile, sweet a smile anywhere.
Her past memories interleave;
She’ll scream every now and then.
Fool,
a helpless fuck up.
She’s staring hopeless,
the padlock remains.
Remains.
Padlock the...
759 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th May 2012 9:17pm
27th May 2012 9:17pm
Comfort Palindrome
This underneath me;
Skin so cold and bare it shudders.
Beyond my being able,
Comfort I can’t give well.
Well- give,
Can’t I?
Comfortable being,
My beyond shudders it.
Bare and cold.
So skin me,
Underneath this.
Skin so cold and bare it shudders.
Beyond my being able,
Comfort I can’t give well.
Well- give,
Can’t I?
Comfortable being,
My beyond shudders it.
Bare and cold.
So skin me,
Underneath this.
833 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th May 2012 7:59pm
26th May 2012 7:59pm
Pleasure's Abode
This was for the 'Shh It's A Secret' Competition
He knows what it is, my guilty need,
That thing that will send me to that secret pleasure’s abode.
His hands are so strong, his grip is always firm,
He waits until that point to turn firm to a severe hold.
The tension builds up, the pressure fills my head,
Each breath is now more difficult, but well deserved.
My hands on his as he locks his grasp,
My nails dig into his skin to keep this power preserved.
He knows the feeling that’s coming, he’s seen it before,
More intense than any other I’ve known....
He knows what it is, my guilty need,
That thing that will send me to that secret pleasure’s abode.
His hands are so strong, his grip is always firm,
He waits until that point to turn firm to a severe hold.
The tension builds up, the pressure fills my head,
Each breath is now more difficult, but well deserved.
My hands on his as he locks his grasp,
My nails dig into his skin to keep this power preserved.
He knows the feeling that’s coming, he’s seen it before,
More intense than any other I’ve known....
1036 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2012 8:57pm
25th May 2012 8:57pm
My Daydreams
As I lay in unfocused daydreams;
You believe that it must be of flowers and rainbows.
I am afraid to say that this is far from the truth,
My daydream is much darker; it would sicken you to know.
And so I continue to delay my confession,
My confession to you, and to myself, maybe then it will hide.
But you will interrogate, so much so, that one night while I’m sleeping,
You get your answer, the harsh truth, without me knowing you now know.
Although,
You weren’t scared; I thought you would be, you thought you would be.
It slightly disturbs...
You believe that it must be of flowers and rainbows.
I am afraid to say that this is far from the truth,
My daydream is much darker; it would sicken you to know.
And so I continue to delay my confession,
My confession to you, and to myself, maybe then it will hide.
But you will interrogate, so much so, that one night while I’m sleeping,
You get your answer, the harsh truth, without me knowing you now know.
Although,
You weren’t scared; I thought you would be, you thought you would be.
It slightly disturbs...
833 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2012 7:05pm
25th May 2012 7:05pm
Lost But Not Found
Lost then found
Or maybe not
I just stayed lost
And then kid myself
Hating the sound
And the sight of rot
Of my undefined cost
And misunderstood wealth
You tried to find
Me and my sanity
You tried too hard
Searched too far not succeeding
I’ve seen how you’re kind
But maybe now this profanity
Will have you barred
From mistaking my being lost for needing
Or maybe not
I just stayed lost
And then kid myself
Hating the sound
And the sight of rot
Of my undefined cost
And misunderstood wealth
You tried to find
Me and my sanity
You tried too hard
Searched too far not succeeding
I’ve seen how you’re kind
But maybe now this profanity
Will have you barred
From mistaking my being lost for needing
884 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2012 7:46pm
14th May 2012 7:46pm
Dripping Palindrome
This was for the 'Do You Have The Skill?' Competition
Blood d
r
i
p
p
e
d;
I smile so slightly.
You stained my soul,
Stained me,
With your blood.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip blood.
Your with me.
Stained soul,
Stained you,
Slightly.
So smile;
I dripped blood.
Blood d
r
i
p
p
e
d;
I smile so slightly.
You stained my soul,
Stained me,
With your blood.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip blood.
Your with me.
Stained soul,
Stained you,
Slightly.
So smile;
I dripped blood.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2012 6:43pm
10th May 2012 6:43pm
Confusion Palindrome
This was for the 'Do You Have The Skill???' Competition
Confusion blows my mind.
So you helping me to understanding,
Bring circumstances to craziness more so.
Still you want to try.
Try.
To want you still;
So, more craziness to circumstances.
Bring understanding to me;
Helping you.
So mind my blows;
Confusion.
Confusion blows my mind.
So you helping me to understanding,
Bring circumstances to craziness more so.
Still you want to try.
Try.
To want you still;
So, more craziness to circumstances.
Bring understanding to me;
Helping you.
So mind my blows;
Confusion.
724 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2012 9:02pm
9th May 2012 9:02pm
My Moths Within
Moths that fly inside my heart,
My used heart, so numb and cold.
These moths they savour the emptiness,
The bareness that is just my heart-shaped mould.
These moths they look quite delicate,
Quite beautiful and innocent.
But they don’t care for making my heart,
A warm place of sentiment.
They can keep so still while I’m numb,
Then when I feel a glimpse of light,
They start their flying dance,
Keeping my heart away from what’s bright.
With fear and anxiety controlling,
But they are my moths now.
The only thing I have within...
My used heart, so numb and cold.
These moths they savour the emptiness,
The bareness that is just my heart-shaped mould.
These moths they look quite delicate,
Quite beautiful and innocent.
But they don’t care for making my heart,
A warm place of sentiment.
They can keep so still while I’m numb,
Then when I feel a glimpse of light,
They start their flying dance,
Keeping my heart away from what’s bright.
With fear and anxiety controlling,
But they are my moths now.
The only thing I have within...
704 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2012 9:38pm
4th May 2012 9:38pm
My Mind's Cave
I hold my hand steady,
No-one would know of the nervousness within it,
Within my seams, and all through my burning body.
I call to you, from out of this darkened cavity, in which I have resided to a point of comfort.
I grab the iron bars surrounding me with weakened eyes.
I feel along the murky, cold, stone walls, just to find my way,
My way around this small corner of space that I am given.
Only in this I am allowed to wander,
To sit and think of what it has all come to.
This sickened taste in my mouth swallows my thoughts of anything else, of chances....
No-one would know of the nervousness within it,
Within my seams, and all through my burning body.
I call to you, from out of this darkened cavity, in which I have resided to a point of comfort.
I grab the iron bars surrounding me with weakened eyes.
I feel along the murky, cold, stone walls, just to find my way,
My way around this small corner of space that I am given.
Only in this I am allowed to wander,
To sit and think of what it has all come to.
This sickened taste in my mouth swallows my thoughts of anything else, of chances....
1074 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 5:51pm
3rd May 2012 5:51pm
The Struggle Of Me
This was for the 'In A Name' Competition
Had I only the courage
A hand steadier than this
Never failing to end this ache
Never failing at all
And leaving me with a strong grip
Handling my pain every day I wake
Love is around me I’m told
Over my shoulder
Under my bed when I’m scared
Inside my mind when I’m confused
So why can I not see it
Every time I need it and I’m laid bare
Why I struggle
How I can find such a thing difficult
I just don’t know
To tell the truth through hurting eyes
Each effort is a knock to...
Had I only the courage
A hand steadier than this
Never failing to end this ache
Never failing at all
And leaving me with a strong grip
Handling my pain every day I wake
Love is around me I’m told
Over my shoulder
Under my bed when I’m scared
Inside my mind when I’m confused
So why can I not see it
Every time I need it and I’m laid bare
Why I struggle
How I can find such a thing difficult
I just don’t know
To tell the truth through hurting eyes
Each effort is a knock to...
820 reads
6 Comments
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