Wanderer_Mahmud
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 5:08pm
14th Oct 2019 5:08pm
He Walked the Night
He's a lonely man, spends his nights in midst of death,
Restless he senses the voices, in his dreams he is afraid.
Each repressed thoughts, their schemes he doesn’t know,
He looks for words, meaning of which perished long ago.
He feels the echoes, on the same plane as him,
Thousands of souls walk the night, in light so dim.
Stars lit the night, as meteors wash the world ablaze,
Violet haze fills the void and tears drop from his face.
He caught a glimpse, in his dreams,
Of thinly woven strings,
Of thousand wings unfurling. ...
Restless he senses the voices, in his dreams he is afraid.
Each repressed thoughts, their schemes he doesn’t know,
He looks for words, meaning of which perished long ago.
He feels the echoes, on the same plane as him,
Thousands of souls walk the night, in light so dim.
Stars lit the night, as meteors wash the world ablaze,
Violet haze fills the void and tears drop from his face.
He caught a glimpse, in his dreams,
Of thinly woven strings,
Of thousand wings unfurling. ...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide
46 reads
4 Comments
Kingvirky
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 7:50am
14th Oct 2019 7:50am
Caught In a Vortex
It's funny how zeal can be a trap,
and passion becomes a snare.
Be careful because...
Punctuality can lead to fatality.
I didn't need an alarm clock to wake me,
4 hours past midnight I was prepared...
Frantically making my way to the office gate.
No breakfast,
Document in hand.
Surely I Would be first in line.
To my horror I met a crowd,
Had they slept at the venue?
Quickly I joined in as we formed a siege
Behind the barricade.
Four gruelling hours later agitation blazed.
Tempers escalated as men...
and passion becomes a snare.
Be careful because...
Punctuality can lead to fatality.
I didn't need an alarm clock to wake me,
4 hours past midnight I was prepared...
Frantically making my way to the office gate.
No breakfast,
Document in hand.
Surely I Would be first in line.
To my horror I met a crowd,
Had they slept at the venue?
Quickly I joined in as we formed a siege
Behind the barricade.
Four gruelling hours later agitation blazed.
Tempers escalated as men...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#humankind
#confusion
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Stoney223
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 9:58pm
13th Oct 2019 9:58pm
THE VESSEL OF YOUR SOUL
From the mind we remember the love as well as the hurt but yet it is those elements that carries the deep tears of passion, that becomes buried beneath the sadness of the tears that falls silently upon ones face unseen, but yet seen by the red color of there eyes and the buffy eyes from crying through days and nights.
...
...
#strength
#courage
#respect
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
34 reads
4 Comments
WellRounded
Leon
Leon
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 6:14pm
13th Oct 2019 6:14pm
I AM A PASSIONATE PAINTER !!
I strive to be a painter,
Of love and feelings told.
My lips and hands are brushes,
My canvas is your soul.
Your body mesmerizes,
It speaks of love to be.
A masterpiece of colors,
I need no light to see.
With each stroke, comes a feeling,
A sense of what's in store.
And when the painting's over,
You'll only want for more.
A never-ending journey,
To where you've never been.
But once it's been completed,
You'll go there once again.
To see the pretty colors,
To feel their soft caress. ...
Of love and feelings told.
My lips and hands are brushes,
My canvas is your soul.
Your body mesmerizes,
It speaks of love to be.
A masterpiece of colors,
I need no light to see.
With each stroke, comes a feeling,
A sense of what's in store.
And when the painting's over,
You'll only want for more.
A never-ending journey,
To where you've never been.
But once it's been completed,
You'll go there once again.
To see the pretty colors,
To feel their soft caress. ...
#love
#honesty
#sensual
#ForbiddenLove
#passion
40 reads
1 Comment
midevil
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 2:02pm
13th Oct 2019 2:02pm
Long Past Bedtime
Tempt not the dream whose life was spurned from dancing in your mind.
This stolen chance may have it’s due to this neglect in kind.
A fertile field is innocence where sin may plant a crop.
Imagination knows no bounds so long as wishes never stop.
When I was young I dared not sleep awake I staid through out the night.
A fatigued will lead me on till the dawn of morning’s early light.
What should have been like any day took on a different feel.
For lurking just beyond my focus hid a world that was surreal.
My senses felt the mortal shell that holds my...
This stolen chance may have it’s due to this neglect in kind.
A fertile field is innocence where sin may plant a crop.
Imagination knows no bounds so long as wishes never stop.
When I was young I dared not sleep awake I staid through out the night.
A fatigued will lead me on till the dawn of morning’s early light.
What should have been like any day took on a different feel.
For lurking just beyond my focus hid a world that was surreal.
My senses felt the mortal shell that holds my...
#nightmares
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larrycosta
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 3:53am
13th Oct 2019 3:53am
The Lady In The Lake
The most haunted street in America is Clinton Road where ghost children play and not even wild animals will go. Down to the end, and around the bend you will find... Greenwood Lake!
And, if you listen carefully, you can hear the song of a woman lost and forgotten.
She lurks just below the surface of Greenwood lake deep in the mire where nothing lives and no sunlight can reach.
Always in limbo, always in wait...
Her transparent form floating seamlessly among the muck and mud with hair as wild as seaweed and as long as a brides veil. Her eyes - green as a fish...
And, if you listen carefully, you can hear the song of a woman lost and forgotten.
She lurks just below the surface of Greenwood lake deep in the mire where nothing lives and no sunlight can reach.
Always in limbo, always in wait...
Her transparent form floating seamlessly among the muck and mud with hair as wild as seaweed and as long as a brides veil. Her eyes - green as a fish...
#Halloween
#scary
#ghosts #mythology
#ghosts #mythology
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 00:09am
13th Oct 2019 00:09am
"Crack wise" / "Better wise up soon" - Debate: 33year old VS 11year old. c.1963.
Jeez, how many I gotta tell you?
You stupid or something?"
"Gee, Dad i dunno. Maybe i am (stupid)"
"Goddamn it. Don't you crack wise with me, kiddo.
You know i've got the strap to make you regret it"
"I dunno! I dunno ! I dunno.....that's all I get out of you'
maybe I should just take you and your brother (6 yrs old) down
Commack Rd. to the nuthouse (Pilgrim State Hosp.) , and
leave your asses there. Then maybe you'll know something.
Stupid!
All I can say is you better wise-up soon."
"Yesa, Dad.. I...
You stupid or something?"
"Gee, Dad i dunno. Maybe i am (stupid)"
"Goddamn it. Don't you crack wise with me, kiddo.
You know i've got the strap to make you regret it"
"I dunno! I dunno ! I dunno.....that's all I get out of you'
maybe I should just take you and your brother (6 yrs old) down
Commack Rd. to the nuthouse (Pilgrim State Hosp.) , and
leave your asses there. Then maybe you'll know something.
Stupid!
All I can say is you better wise-up soon."
"Yesa, Dad.. I...
#father
#childhood
#FathersDay
#son
#fatherhood
44 reads
3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
Dream: One Tight Night Will Cure Thy Blight
Squirt the groundswell, but keep it a secret.
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
#regret
#sea
#water
#nature
#tragedy
50 reads
4 Comments
BabydoII
Itty Bitty
Itty Bitty
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 00:00am
11th Oct 2019 00:00am
Who Sent the Note?
Why are we here?" Annie asked. The silence had lingered too long and the old woman sitting in front of her seemed to be scrutinizing the very thread count of Annie's attire.
"Steven doesn't bring people he likes around here. He speaks to no one for a long period of time. He only speaks to me because of my gifts, my connection to the other side. But he has taken quite a liking to you. I wanted to meet you, see what he saw."
"So you sent that note? Well, I understand your reasons. But why are we here, in this place?"
A shiver was spreading violently...
"Steven doesn't bring people he likes around here. He speaks to no one for a long period of time. He only speaks to me because of my gifts, my connection to the other side. But he has taken quite a liking to you. I wanted to meet you, see what he saw."
"So you sent that note? Well, I understand your reasons. But why are we here, in this place?"
A shiver was spreading violently...
#death
#fiction
#ghosts #mystery
#ghosts #mystery
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MythKnightSon
MYKS
MYKS
Poem Published
9th Oct 2019 8:18am
9th Oct 2019 8:18am
Rio Luna
Struggling to recall what brought me here,
I stay flattened on the ground.
My eyes half-shut and my body, bare -
The cold wind blew with gloomy sound.
What am I doing in a place like this -
In the middle of a summer night?
What made me go so numbed like this?
What is that enticing light?
Ah.! The moon, so big, so full, that thing!
It scared the countless stars away…
I felt the grass against my skin
Brushing me, lulling me in a strange way.
Then slowly I turned to explore the place;
With my heavy head and weary...
I stay flattened on the ground.
My eyes half-shut and my body, bare -
The cold wind blew with gloomy sound.
What am I doing in a place like this -
In the middle of a summer night?
What made me go so numbed like this?
What is that enticing light?
Ah.! The moon, so big, so full, that thing!
It scared the countless stars away…
I felt the grass against my skin
Brushing me, lulling me in a strange way.
Then slowly I turned to explore the place;
With my heavy head and weary...
#love
#romantic
#dreams #TruthOfLife
#dreams #TruthOfLife
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midevil
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 9:15pm
8th Oct 2019 9:15pm
Rings Of Time
A young sapling asked of a near by tree,
“What was it the first seedlings saw?”
“Before they were the forest rulers,
Before they grew so mighty and tall.”
The young tree was aware that the oaken giant
Lived not in that time long ago.
His rings of age gave no hint or clue,
This only the stones could know.
More fable than truth the story was told,
Carried on the winds whispering breeze.
Told and retold while coloring the facts,
Reciting the tale from tree to tree.
“In those young years, the new world was,
As pure as a child’s...
“What was it the first seedlings saw?”
“Before they were the forest rulers,
Before they grew so mighty and tall.”
The young tree was aware that the oaken giant
Lived not in that time long ago.
His rings of age gave no hint or clue,
This only the stones could know.
More fable than truth the story was told,
Carried on the winds whispering breeze.
Told and retold while coloring the facts,
Reciting the tale from tree to tree.
“In those young years, the new world was,
As pure as a child’s...
#trees
#nature
#fairies
25 reads
1 Comment
midevil
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 9:13pm
8th Oct 2019 9:13pm
Into The Woods
Away from the home a little girl roamed farther and farther she strayed.
Then in a rush she went deep in the brush until hopelessly losing her way.
Fighting her fear till shedding a tear she pondered a horrible fate.
She sat on the ground while looking around as it grew terribly late.
Among the timbering oak one gently spoke to the trembling child.
“Please have no fear, you’ll be safe with us here, sheltered from the wild.”
Shocked and surprised she doubted her eyes and her betraying ears.
Then one by one more trees joined in the fun to calm the little girls...
Then in a rush she went deep in the brush until hopelessly losing her way.
Fighting her fear till shedding a tear she pondered a horrible fate.
She sat on the ground while looking around as it grew terribly late.
Among the timbering oak one gently spoke to the trembling child.
“Please have no fear, you’ll be safe with us here, sheltered from the wild.”
Shocked and surprised she doubted her eyes and her betraying ears.
Then one by one more trees joined in the fun to calm the little girls...
#forest
#trees
#nature
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DU Poetry : Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction (Page 2)
