Miscellaneous Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Random, diverse and unusual poetry
Detritus
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:46pm
Yesterday 11:46pm
Perigee
she ran into the house
full moon scared her thin
afraid it would crash into us
her mind was gone by then
her son picked out a ruby
she wanted a necklace instead
a lie would have been softer
disappointment stayed in his head
they ride in on dead horses
claim I’m the worst
more words fling outward
roles switch and reverse
he was afraid to tell her
what he might need
verbal pats on the back
were no guide to succeed
young boy in the little blue house
do your best in school
or days...
full moon scared her thin
afraid it would crash into us
her mind was gone by then
her son picked out a ruby
she wanted a necklace instead
a lie would have been softer
disappointment stayed in his head
they ride in on dead horses
claim I’m the worst
more words fling outward
roles switch and reverse
he was afraid to tell her
what he might need
verbal pats on the back
were no guide to succeed
young boy in the little blue house
do your best in school
or days...
#childhood
#family
16 reads
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:23pm
Yesterday 11:23pm
Left
In the sea
I leave
I leave behind the confusion
Of this delusion
The pearls I made
Shattered and fit
For billowing ocean floor
Applauding the memories I once found dead
I fold
Their story untold
But the sea hears everything
And pushed the writer to continue
The story is not all ruin
I leave
I leave behind the confusion
Of this delusion
The pearls I made
Shattered and fit
For billowing ocean floor
Applauding the memories I once found dead
I fold
Their story untold
But the sea hears everything
And pushed the writer to continue
The story is not all ruin
#sea
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Heart_of_Stone
Rachela
Rachela
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:37pm
Yesterday 10:37pm
Lets Talk
Let's talk about the sexes,
not the easy stuff
like breasts and butts,
nor should we talk abut what makes us tik
or thicc or quick .. on the draw
but the real gritty things
that have almost cost lives.
Guys don't fold,
they stuff and cram,
wad,
ram,
manhandle,
and jam.
Is it something they learned in high school
'Home Making 101 for Fools'
or maybe in shushed
talks with dad
Men don't let men fold clothes
shit,
and god help them,
unless there's a woman about,
if they need to put...
not the easy stuff
like breasts and butts,
nor should we talk abut what makes us tik
or thicc or quick .. on the draw
but the real gritty things
that have almost cost lives.
Guys don't fold,
they stuff and cram,
wad,
ram,
manhandle,
and jam.
Is it something they learned in high school
'Home Making 101 for Fools'
or maybe in shushed
talks with dad
Men don't let men fold clothes
shit,
and god help them,
unless there's a woman about,
if they need to put...
#home
#job
#relationships
26 reads
1 Comment
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:50pm
Yesterday 6:50pm
When Wolves Sing
The wolves have come back
they always come back
sniffing my spoor
with plaintive howls
of shrapnel and glass
thrusting deep inside my spirit
spilling blood,
gore
wanderlust
when wolves sing
of earth's harmony
my guts twisting in need
puking undigested the breeding of me
throwing open the door
take me!
set me free!
from this disposable existence
this dog collar of society
let me die fighting for humanity
ripping throats out
snarling
in my dreams
they always come back
sniffing my spoor
with plaintive howls
of shrapnel and glass
thrusting deep inside my spirit
spilling blood,
gore
wanderlust
when wolves sing
of earth's harmony
my guts twisting in need
puking undigested the breeding of me
throwing open the door
take me!
set me free!
from this disposable existence
this dog collar of society
let me die fighting for humanity
ripping throats out
snarling
in my dreams
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
26 reads
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Villev
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:28pm
Yesterday 5:28pm
Hammock
Waves crashing along the seaside
Beneath the diamond lit night
Dreams and fantasies
In the slipstream
Fading out of sight
In a seashell auditorium
Bathed in moonlight
Beneath the diamond lit night
Dreams and fantasies
In the slipstream
Fading out of sight
In a seashell auditorium
Bathed in moonlight
#beach
#dreams
#moon
#sea
#stars
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:18pm
Yesterday 5:18pm
Echoes of the Iron Beast
Oh, the machines,
those glorious beasts of iron and steam,
their roar echoing in the hollowed-out caves of cities,
once forests, now factories
a relentless, ceaseless hymn to progress.
What is it you fear?
Not starvation, surely.
No, it’s the collapse of profit margins,
the death knell of dividends.
Oh he fools sitting between the great paradox:
to have too much, yet too little.
You called forth these creations oh these metal monstrosities,
summoned them from fire and ore,
their birth pangs soot and ash.
They...
those glorious beasts of iron and steam,
their roar echoing in the hollowed-out caves of cities,
once forests, now factories
a relentless, ceaseless hymn to progress.
What is it you fear?
Not starvation, surely.
No, it’s the collapse of profit margins,
the death knell of dividends.
Oh he fools sitting between the great paradox:
to have too much, yet too little.
You called forth these creations oh these metal monstrosities,
summoned them from fire and ore,
their birth pangs soot and ash.
They...
#LifeChangingMoment
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darkcloud68
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:33am
Yesterday 7:33am
Life Babbling
Life is a grand design, of shades of colors. A multitude of emotions., reality and illusion knowing, believing and confusion.
Sweet sodas and bitter lemonade. Faceless masks and wayward words and wagging tongues. So many characteristics I know many people, yet I don't really know anyone.
Anything done can be undone. A bad day could be come a new one. I heard of a new moon. But never a new sun.
Words are sometimes a mouth full of marbles. Well falsehoods are widely accepted, yet the truth is hard to swallow. What you see today, You may not see tomorrow . ...
Sweet sodas and bitter lemonade. Faceless masks and wayward words and wagging tongues. So many characteristics I know many people, yet I don't really know anyone.
Anything done can be undone. A bad day could be come a new one. I heard of a new moon. But never a new sun.
Words are sometimes a mouth full of marbles. Well falsehoods are widely accepted, yet the truth is hard to swallow. What you see today, You may not see tomorrow . ...
#LifeChangingMoment
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:37am
Yesterday 1:37am
Stillness
I sit here looking at the burnt orange sunset
Reflecting off the flat pond
I am no painter with a brush and easel
My thoughts paint the scene
My words color it
May it be dark or light or somewhere in between
Still, I look at the stillness
I envy the quiet in this moment of dusk
To see peace and never have it
Like tempting you with the sweetest delicacy
Only a centimeter away and still never allowed to have it
Even the birds are quiet in this reflective peace
...
Reflecting off the flat pond
I am no painter with a brush and easel
My thoughts paint the scene
My words color it
May it be dark or light or somewhere in between
Still, I look at the stillness
I envy the quiet in this moment of dusk
To see peace and never have it
Like tempting you with the sweetest delicacy
Only a centimeter away and still never allowed to have it
Even the birds are quiet in this reflective peace
...
#water
66 reads
29 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:03am
Yesterday 00:03am
Real Poetry ...
Verse ineffable,
Exsanguinating whispers,
Profundity burns.
Exsanguinating whispers,
Profundity burns.
#WritingPoetry
22 reads
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:02am
Yesterday 00:02am
under ice (secrets)
the cloud's
breath
creeping
again on
the high
peaks,
softly
murmuring
pale days,
from
high up
glances,
quiet
and sad
ageless
stone,
they hold
their secrets
under ice.
breath
creeping
again on
the high
peaks,
softly
murmuring
pale days,
from
high up
glances,
quiet
and sad
ageless
stone,
they hold
their secrets
under ice.
#clouds
#mountains
#sky #snow
#sky #snow
48 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:56pm
12th Dec 2024 8:56pm
Mirror of Thought ...
Beneath an ancient, gnarled oak I sit,
Reflection caught where waters flit.
Solitude cradles thoughts that weave,
A dance of dark and light to cleave.
“What is virtue?” I beseech the breeze,
“And what is vice that tempts and teases?”
Mortal laws seem brittle, vain,
Molded by the hands of gain.
Eyes close to conjure a shadowed man,
Stealing for love, a desperate plan.
To nourish kin, he breaks decree
Where lies the wickedness in need?
Does virtue wear a crown of thorns?
Is sin the harvest justice...
Reflection caught where waters flit.
Solitude cradles thoughts that weave,
A dance of dark and light to cleave.
“What is virtue?” I beseech the breeze,
“And what is vice that tempts and teases?”
Mortal laws seem brittle, vain,
Molded by the hands of gain.
Eyes close to conjure a shadowed man,
Stealing for love, a desperate plan.
To nourish kin, he breaks decree
Where lies the wickedness in need?
Does virtue wear a crown of thorns?
Is sin the harvest justice...
#morality
24 reads
2 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 5:57pm
12th Dec 2024 5:57pm
Such Hollow Words
Peace on earth
are such hollow words
in a world forever at war
as we take an eye for an eye
until everyone's blind
and we can not longer see
hate was never meant as fate
Good will to men
what meaning does it have
in our struggle to survive
as we tear each other
limb from limb
and you think
is this my responsibility?
I am not my brother's keeper
singing Christmas carols to atone
Turning a blind eye
was just a clique
now our unending reality
but 'peace on earth' ...
are such hollow words
in a world forever at war
as we take an eye for an eye
until everyone's blind
and we can not longer see
hate was never meant as fate
Good will to men
what meaning does it have
in our struggle to survive
as we tear each other
limb from limb
and you think
is this my responsibility?
I am not my brother's keeper
singing Christmas carols to atone
Turning a blind eye
was just a clique
now our unending reality
but 'peace on earth' ...
#bittersweet
#Christmas
#sadness
36 reads
1 Comment
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