I_IS_ME
Poem Published
8th Sep 2018 5:51pm
8th Sep 2018 5:51pm
War Zone
You don't know what it is, you don't know the deal
To hear shots at night, then hear tires squeal
Your mind starts racing, you're all confused
You can hear yourself praying, "please no more bad news"
Next comes the screams along with the running
I thought that they had stopped, but the shots keep coming
People are falling, racing past me
You jet into the house for roll call and a tally
Brenda's here all bubbly and bright
Yes! Be a good girl and you can sleep with me tonight
Sandra's here hogging the phone
Constantly tell...
To hear shots at night, then hear tires squeal
Your mind starts racing, you're all confused
You can hear yourself praying, "please no more bad news"
Next comes the screams along with the running
I thought that they had stopped, but the shots keep coming
People are falling, racing past me
You jet into the house for roll call and a tally
Brenda's here all bubbly and bright
Yes! Be a good girl and you can sleep with me tonight
Sandra's here hogging the phone
Constantly tell...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#tragedy
41 reads
10 Comments
takis1917
Poem Published
8th Sep 2018 2:18pm
8th Sep 2018 2:18pm
The Clouds, The Ground And His Feet
During his downward tumble
from the clouds,
he thought,
at least, his feet
will experience a connection
to the solid earth
first hand.
As he came to it,
he planted his feet firmly on
the ground.
Soon the ground
moved under them, causing
loss of balance...
It was then
the thought hit...
It was his feet, not the clouds!
from the clouds,
he thought,
at least, his feet
will experience a connection
to the solid earth
first hand.
As he came to it,
he planted his feet firmly on
the ground.
Soon the ground
moved under them, causing
loss of balance...
It was then
the thought hit...
It was his feet, not the clouds!
#identity
#parody
27 reads
2 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
7th Sep 2018 1:06pm
7th Sep 2018 1:06pm
Life Smiles - - For the movie poem Comp
Are accidents ever truly accident
Or does the fickle finger of fate
Celestially force events on us
Does fate have a sense of humour
Does fate understand irony?
Is fate set regardless of our actions
If that's the case then it's clear
Accidents are not accidental
The Irony drips constantly on this one
Picture a Sculptor a skilled artisan
His sculptures, smooth and curvy
He is happy having the perfect life
Then Captain Irony shows up
All the way from Fateland with a
Gift for our talented sculptor
A deliberately...
Or does the fickle finger of fate
Celestially force events on us
Does fate have a sense of humour
Does fate understand irony?
Is fate set regardless of our actions
If that's the case then it's clear
Accidents are not accidental
The Irony drips constantly on this one
Picture a Sculptor a skilled artisan
His sculptures, smooth and curvy
He is happy having the perfect life
Then Captain Irony shows up
All the way from Fateland with a
Gift for our talented sculptor
A deliberately...
#conflict
#death
#LifeStruggles
37 reads
8 Comments
archetype23
Poem Published
7th Sep 2018 6:39am
7th Sep 2018 6:39am
ICED ICE HEIST
ICED ICE HEIST
Conceited
conceded
cunt seated
can see dead
defeated
deal heated
duel leaded
diluted ice
deluded dice
end ties
and dies
ill-luted
eluded
tit sight
It's tight!
---Crotch rob caught tribe---
---Botched job bought bribe---
berated bare brothers
B-rated beer lovers
in a dead-end befriended
deal ended lended
and dead handed hired hand
no demand for diamonds for a dying man
Eye's despised spice price
ICED ICE HEIST
Conceited
conceded
cunt seated
can see dead
defeated
deal heated
duel leaded
diluted ice
deluded dice
end ties
and dies
ill-luted
eluded
tit sight
It's tight!
---Crotch rob caught tribe---
---Botched job bought bribe---
berated bare brothers
B-rated beer lovers
in a dead-end befriended
deal ended lended
and dead handed hired hand
no demand for diamonds for a dying man
Eye's despised spice price
ICED ICE HEIST
#money
#rhyming
#metaphor
27 reads
4 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
6th Sep 2018 5:09pm
6th Sep 2018 5:09pm
LETTING GO
The moment she opened the journal
It had started to rain
She did not move
Transfixed by
His handwritten words
Swirling away
In the false golden hour
It had started to rain
She did not move
Transfixed by
His handwritten words
Swirling away
In the false golden hour
#grief
#MovingOn
35 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
5th Sep 2018 9:07am
5th Sep 2018 9:07am
Chimbote Peru
Chimbote Peru
I was a pilot on a transport plane when
it landed in Chimbote I worked for a small air transport
company “Vanilla Air” who accepted med despite
I wore glasses when waiting for cargo back to Rio
walked around the town. At a café, I met a well-rounded woman
and sparks flew between us, she, Sophia was the widow
of train master who had accidentally been run over by his own train,
The pension she got from the state was paltry.
at the hotel, she told me her dream was to go to America and
I confessed my wish to write like...
I was a pilot on a transport plane when
it landed in Chimbote I worked for a small air transport
company “Vanilla Air” who accepted med despite
I wore glasses when waiting for cargo back to Rio
walked around the town. At a café, I met a well-rounded woman
and sparks flew between us, she, Sophia was the widow
of train master who had accidentally been run over by his own train,
The pension she got from the state was paltry.
at the hotel, she told me her dream was to go to America and
I confessed my wish to write like...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
15 reads
2 Comments
Taurus385
Poem Published
5th Sep 2018 5:24am
5th Sep 2018 5:24am
The Ballad of the Wild Wolves
And the dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will...”
Metallica,
Wherever I May Roam
“I looked out on the big field, on the big field
It opens, like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
Out come the wolves!
Their paws trampling in the snow of the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away...”
Rancid,
Junkie Man
***
The Last Ride
...
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will...”
Metallica,
Wherever I May Roam
“I looked out on the big field, on the big field
It opens, like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
Out come the wolves!
Their paws trampling in the snow of the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away...”
Rancid,
Junkie Man
***
The Last Ride
...
#fiction
36 reads
6 Comments
Rossa
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2018 10:11am
2nd Sep 2018 10:11am
Fairy Love
What could i do with the soul of a fairy
the body of a human and the brain of a mortal
Will I change the world, will I manifest my Love,
Will I shine my glow, will i spread the lust
Capable of making everything more glittery will
I decorate my path, paint the pain and revive the glee
Will I be ever able to break this chains and let my splendour overflow,
my join delight and my madness escalate
As my toes hold me connected to Mother Earth
I twirl around and
I permeate the ether...my senses overflow with the bouquet...
the body of a human and the brain of a mortal
Will I change the world, will I manifest my Love,
Will I shine my glow, will i spread the lust
Capable of making everything more glittery will
I decorate my path, paint the pain and revive the glee
Will I be ever able to break this chains and let my splendour overflow,
my join delight and my madness escalate
As my toes hold me connected to Mother Earth
I twirl around and
I permeate the ether...my senses overflow with the bouquet...
#strength
#gratitude
#magic
26 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2018 10:09am
2nd Sep 2018 10:09am
rotting of a socialist
The rotting of a socialist
I knew of a young man a rebel who wanted
his country to adopt the Scandinavian model of socialism.
He was elected to great acclaim by the people,
to do what he wanted taxes had to go up especially among
the wealthy and upper middle classes and they rebelled
by slurring him in the newspapers, lurid tales about sex orgies
and a luxury living, people turned against him he was not re-elected
After some years’ people found he was not a bad egg
and he was elected as president again.
Now he was a changed man...
I knew of a young man a rebel who wanted
his country to adopt the Scandinavian model of socialism.
He was elected to great acclaim by the people,
to do what he wanted taxes had to go up especially among
the wealthy and upper middle classes and they rebelled
by slurring him in the newspapers, lurid tales about sex orgies
and a luxury living, people turned against him he was not re-elected
After some years’ people found he was not a bad egg
and he was elected as president again.
Now he was a changed man...
#identity
#politics
#freedom #morality
#freedom #morality
30 reads
2 Comments
sinisterspital
Poem Published
31st Aug 2018 9:58pm
31st Aug 2018 9:58pm
Diligent Frizzles
Grey men long ago Journeyed
trying to mate a Dinosaur
with an elephant type from home.
Golden explosions decimated
failures bold never known.
Encompass the foil hat rational
dial in the breakers, jizzed my pants!
Listening to opaque Armstrong "hellos"
Not alone in purple garrisons rotating.
Prehistoric illustrations lava split
ominous rays circling above
as the swaying vibration
alters manic stipulations blind.
Destroying Earth's natural GARR!!!
Choking out the intrusive postulants
seeding my...
trying to mate a Dinosaur
with an elephant type from home.
Golden explosions decimated
failures bold never known.
Encompass the foil hat rational
dial in the breakers, jizzed my pants!
Listening to opaque Armstrong "hellos"
Not alone in purple garrisons rotating.
Prehistoric illustrations lava split
ominous rays circling above
as the swaying vibration
alters manic stipulations blind.
Destroying Earth's natural GARR!!!
Choking out the intrusive postulants
seeding my...
#satirical
#funny
#aliens
30 reads
2 Comments
AtoMikbomb
Poem Published
31st Aug 2018 9:49am
31st Aug 2018 9:49am
A Halfling's Might
Less comely they, than some
the ruddy folk from Anduin
curled on end and end
grown by stream and sweeping hill
full and free
and round with song
A loamy undertone - a softness
of ferns in spring and thawing home
ever veiled from unknown stone
and war
and thrones
and blood
and bone
A strange way to bend one's toes
padding past peril
upon wind raped hills
chill with wraiths - pale plateaus
a lilting flute...
the ruddy folk from Anduin
curled on end and end
grown by stream and sweeping hill
full and free
and round with song
A loamy undertone - a softness
of ferns in spring and thawing home
ever veiled from unknown stone
and war
and thrones
and blood
and bone
A strange way to bend one's toes
padding past peril
upon wind raped hills
chill with wraiths - pale plateaus
a lilting flute...
#hope
#courage
#MyInspiration #heroic
#MyInspiration #heroic
41 reads
8 Comments
princeluteia
Luteia
Luteia
Poem Published
31st Aug 2018 4:08am
31st Aug 2018 4:08am
faery rings like wedding bands.
drink the wine from the chalice, my love,
dance your heart away in the grass.
step over forgotten bones, ambrosia through the eyes of the dead,
draw your laughter to the stars like such shining lights.
open your eyes to the flowers, my love,
tulips and roses and oak and ash,
toss salt like faery dust over your shoulder, iron in your eyes,
draw the blade from your heart like a lost, lost rose.
dance your heart away in the grass.
step over forgotten bones, ambrosia through the eyes of the dead,
draw your laughter to the stars like such shining lights.
open your eyes to the flowers, my love,
tulips and roses and oak and ash,
toss salt like faery dust over your shoulder, iron in your eyes,
draw the blade from your heart like a lost, lost rose.
#violence
#fairies
16 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction (Page 2)
