cabcool
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 8:07pm
17th Nov 2023 8:07pm
country summer days
No. 5 from The Children’s Collection]
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that
season would ever live inside of me."—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
when city schools are closed,
and freedom recomposed,
i pack my bags and catch the country bus,
excited by the thought
that summertime has brought
elusive liberties so envious.
the bumpy country ride
on treacherous mountainside
is no deterrent to my thumping heart,
steel-anchored to my seat,
tethered by outstretched feet,
like luggage...
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that
season would ever live inside of me."—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
when city schools are closed,
and freedom recomposed,
i pack my bags and catch the country bus,
excited by the thought
that summertime has brought
elusive liberties so envious.
the bumpy country ride
on treacherous mountainside
is no deterrent to my thumping heart,
steel-anchored to my seat,
tethered by outstretched feet,
like luggage...
#countryside
#river
#summer
#holiday
#travel
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 12:00pm
17th Nov 2023 12:00pm
He Is Her Master
He is her master and only to him do she belong.
My protector, her lover her disciplinarian if I do wrong.
She serve only him to satisfy his every want and need.
As she sit in nadu before him and remember the slave creed.
On her left hip is the brand in the form of the letter S.
To remind her she his and that it is the slave way.
Around her neck is the collar his master has given she.
Others know she belong to him only her no longer free.
To be a pleasure slave is a privilege that requires great skill.
Learning the positions and the...
My protector, her lover her disciplinarian if I do wrong.
She serve only him to satisfy his every want and need.
As she sit in nadu before him and remember the slave creed.
On her left hip is the brand in the form of the letter S.
To remind her she his and that it is the slave way.
Around her neck is the collar his master has given she.
Others know she belong to him only her no longer free.
To be a pleasure slave is a privilege that requires great skill.
Learning the positions and the...
#secrets
#sacrifice
#obsession
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 11:13am
17th Nov 2023 11:13am
newspaper and frost
a newspaper and frost
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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cabcool
Poem Published
16th Nov 2023 7:33pm
16th Nov 2023 7:33pm
umbrella rain
No. 4 from The Children’s Collection]
“Rain never understands why people hide under their umbrellas!
Let us make a surprise to the rain by closing our umbrellas!”
–Mehmet Murat Ildan
i'm not afraid of walking in the rain,
although some folk may grumble and complain;
i like to feel rain rhythms on my face,
as shoulder to shoulder to earth they race.
my brother showed me how to drink the rain
by lolling out my tongue, and how to crane
my neck until my face was parallel
with where the...
“Rain never understands why people hide under their umbrellas!
Let us make a surprise to the rain by closing our umbrellas!”
–Mehmet Murat Ildan
i'm not afraid of walking in the rain,
although some folk may grumble and complain;
i like to feel rain rhythms on my face,
as shoulder to shoulder to earth they race.
my brother showed me how to drink the rain
by lolling out my tongue, and how to crane
my neck until my face was parallel
with where the...
#childhood
#sky
#rain
#water
#funny
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cabcool
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 10:01pm
15th Nov 2023 10:01pm
kite flight
No. 3 from The Children’s Collection]
“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.”
–Jean Antoine Petit–Sennpetit–Senn
kite time
is flight time,
as night time
is quiet time.
i'm looking for a big, fat breeze
to lift my kite above the trees,
for sitting here upon the earth
cannot reveal its true flight worth.
long tail
is strong tail,
but prong...
“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.”
–Jean Antoine Petit–Sennpetit–Senn
kite time
is flight time,
as night time
is quiet time.
i'm looking for a big, fat breeze
to lift my kite above the trees,
for sitting here upon the earth
cannot reveal its true flight worth.
long tail
is strong tail,
but prong...
#childhood
#sky
#nature #ThrillSeeking
#nature #ThrillSeeking
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cabcool
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 2:57am
15th Nov 2023 2:57am
i saw myself in the river
a child in danger at the waters’ edge
No. 2 from The Children’s Collection
i saw myself in the river,
though scarcely could i swim;
my whole self started to quiver,
while stood i on the brim.
i danced about like a vapour
with hands and feet and eyes,
as floaty as human paper;
the waters were my skies.
at first, i loved the excitement:
it seemed that i could fly!
but when i saw the embankment,
i knew that i could die.
the trees and hilltops were seeming
to make me sail upstream;
how could i stand there...
No. 2 from The Children’s Collection
i saw myself in the river,
though scarcely could i swim;
my whole self started to quiver,
while stood i on the brim.
i danced about like a vapour
with hands and feet and eyes,
as floaty as human paper;
the waters were my skies.
at first, i loved the excitement:
it seemed that i could fly!
but when i saw the embankment,
i knew that i could die.
the trees and hilltops were seeming
to make me sail upstream;
how could i stand there...
#children
#river
#sky
#SelfReflection
#risk
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cabcool
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 2:43am
15th Nov 2023 2:43am
mr sky
No. 1 from The Children’s Collection]
o mr sky,
perched there on high,
i wish that i
could learn to fly!
i’d come to you
to get a true,
amazing view
of close-up blue.
what makes a cloud
thunder so loud,
when in a crowd
cloud heads are bowed?
sir, will you please
tell them to cease;
...
o mr sky,
perched there on high,
i wish that i
could learn to fly!
i’d come to you
to get a true,
amazing view
of close-up blue.
what makes a cloud
thunder so loud,
when in a crowd
cloud heads are bowed?
sir, will you please
tell them to cease;
...
#children
#childhood
#sky
#nature
#Fanfiction
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jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
13th Nov 2023 5:20pm
13th Nov 2023 5:20pm
Turkeys Everywhere
The turkeys find not one,
but many lying on the ground,
apples everywhere,
what a feast these birds have found.
However did this happen,
where'd all these delicious apples come from,
apples everywhere,
the feast has just begun.
The turkeys fill their bellies,
with all the delicious, ripe red fruit,
apples everywhere,
bellies bulging out.
Stuffed with too many apples,
the turkeys had not foreseen,
apples everywhere,
many hunters on the scene.
Feathers soon went flying,
the sweet bait...
but many lying on the ground,
apples everywhere,
what a feast these birds have found.
However did this happen,
where'd all these delicious apples come from,
apples everywhere,
the feast has just begun.
The turkeys fill their bellies,
with all the delicious, ripe red fruit,
apples everywhere,
bellies bulging out.
Stuffed with too many apples,
the turkeys had not foreseen,
apples everywhere,
many hunters on the scene.
Feathers soon went flying,
the sweet bait...
#birds
#holiday
#food
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
73 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 8:23pm
12th Nov 2023 8:23pm
cobweb of vision
Cobweb of visions
It was a clear day, perhaps too lucid
mother sat in the kitchen, sunlight made her white hair
into a halo
I asked how old she was, ninety-two she said
I knew I was trapped in a dream, she didn't live that long
By the slow-flowing river, I saw furniture drifting down
my brother said people who lived downstream
went upstream to buy pieces of furniture at a factory that made them cheaply
to save on the cost of transport cost furniture bought were
dropped into the river, where relatives of the downstream dwellers...
It was a clear day, perhaps too lucid
mother sat in the kitchen, sunlight made her white hair
into a halo
I asked how old she was, ninety-two she said
I knew I was trapped in a dream, she didn't live that long
By the slow-flowing river, I saw furniture drifting down
my brother said people who lived downstream
went upstream to buy pieces of furniture at a factory that made them cheaply
to save on the cost of transport cost furniture bought were
dropped into the river, where relatives of the downstream dwellers...
#courage
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#admiration
#emotions
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Sukisushicrown
Poem Published
8th Nov 2023 10:23pm
8th Nov 2023 10:23pm
Leave.
Located in an older isolated building.
A cold breeze, breathing In the air.
The room is charged.
You can sense it.
Then
A sound moves an empty chair.
Nothing is here..
Cold be an over active imagination.
Not likely.
Physically, something was here.
Then suddenly,like blown dust.
It disappeared,
As if never here.
In an isolated building,
On your own, totally scared.
But shouldn't be.
As there's nothing here.
...
A cold breeze, breathing In the air.
The room is charged.
You can sense it.
Then
A sound moves an empty chair.
Nothing is here..
Cold be an over active imagination.
Not likely.
Physically, something was here.
Then suddenly,like blown dust.
It disappeared,
As if never here.
In an isolated building,
On your own, totally scared.
But shouldn't be.
As there's nothing here.
...
#spiritual
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2 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
8th Nov 2023 5:33pm
8th Nov 2023 5:33pm
In Samhain's Embrace
Neath Samhain's moon, my Wild Queen doth appear,
In white she's clad, dispelling mortal fear.
The hunter riseth in yon night's expanse,
Across the Milky Way, stars in their dance.
The Bear doth slumber deep beneath the earth,
Listening to trees' tales of ancient birth.
In October's grip, Coyote and Datura bloom,
Adorn her sacred altar, dispelling darksome gloom.
Now she beckoneth me 'neath starry night's sphere,
To join her dance, release earthly fear.
With dry petals aflame, their scent in the breeze,
My Wild Queen in white,...
In white she's clad, dispelling mortal fear.
The hunter riseth in yon night's expanse,
Across the Milky Way, stars in their dance.
The Bear doth slumber deep beneath the earth,
Listening to trees' tales of ancient birth.
In October's grip, Coyote and Datura bloom,
Adorn her sacred altar, dispelling darksome gloom.
Now she beckoneth me 'neath starry night's sphere,
To join her dance, release earthly fear.
With dry petals aflame, their scent in the breeze,
My Wild Queen in white,...
#winter
59 reads
Elenore
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 3:21pm
3rd Nov 2023 3:21pm
When The Leaves All Fall
Two days ago the yellow leaves on the tree in the park were in all their glory, today they are all laying on the ground.
I believe that door has closed once again.
Not even in my dreams did they say goodbye.
They all fell within forty-eight hours and nobody needed to say they would, cause they could.
They will wither and shiver next to the river,
beneath the empty canopy of their bare branches,
until their beauty is blown away by the wind.
They will no more flaunt their symmetry to be perceived.
The veil has given consent again to...
I believe that door has closed once again.
Not even in my dreams did they say goodbye.
They all fell within forty-eight hours and nobody needed to say they would, cause they could.
They will wither and shiver next to the river,
beneath the empty canopy of their bare branches,
until their beauty is blown away by the wind.
They will no more flaunt their symmetry to be perceived.
The veil has given consent again to...
#fall
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DU Poetry : Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction (Page 2)
