Miscellaneous Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Random, diverse and unusual poetry
Poems written by Top Critiquers
SeaCat
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 1:47am
14th Dec 2024 1:47am
Nasturtiums in light snow
Cold bites to my bones, stings my skin, joking
that summer was ever warm.
Beneath an iron sky, stragglers, jovial party people
linger by the cold windy door.
The warmth of their orange and red rages,
but diminished, by a light snowfall blanket.
It weighs them down,
their hot summery heads drooping under early winter’s white weight.
No cabbage white or tortoiseshell will visit these roguish
summer remnants;
the first frost will finish them soon enough—
smiting their tender leaves and stems to...
that summer was ever warm.
Beneath an iron sky, stragglers, jovial party people
linger by the cold windy door.
The warmth of their orange and red rages,
but diminished, by a light snowfall blanket.
It weighs them down,
their hot summery heads drooping under early winter’s white weight.
No cabbage white or tortoiseshell will visit these roguish
summer remnants;
the first frost will finish them soon enough—
smiting their tender leaves and stems to...
#fall
#summer
#winter
45 reads
2 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
19th Jan 2022 00:39am
19th Jan 2022 00:39am
This poem's loadedness
..
The interruption of inspiration
The incursion of different thoughts
And I cannot provide justification for my refusal
So ...
An outside source
Passivity coming unsolicited...
From an outside observer...
Lying in the role assigning...
... Of this poem to me
So...
Looks like conversational moves...
Moves that I have to introduce or follow
Oh, it is so hollow
This poem's loadedness...
No-one is more aware than me...
Of how word choice is monitored...
... To catch me as a writer ...
The interruption of inspiration
The incursion of different thoughts
And I cannot provide justification for my refusal
So ...
An outside source
Passivity coming unsolicited...
From an outside observer...
Lying in the role assigning...
... Of this poem to me
So...
Looks like conversational moves...
Moves that I have to introduce or follow
Oh, it is so hollow
This poem's loadedness...
No-one is more aware than me...
Of how word choice is monitored...
... To catch me as a writer ...
#motivational
#inspirational
449 reads
6 Comments
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 11:16am
9th Dec 2024 11:16am
Before It's Too Late
Before her lungs, utter their last....
Before the end's rugged shadow, too near, is cast.
Before long life's, abated, only too fast.
Before my dearest, love sick quote
Before reality levees it's antidote
Before death's once, & all deciding vote
Before times unwavering slumber
Before the weights of measure, all of me, encumber
Before assured fate rallies my number
Before the blessed ease, awaits
Before the illicit graze of fate
Before certainty is too late
Before the end's rugged shadow, too near, is cast.
Before long life's, abated, only too fast.
Before my dearest, love sick quote
Before reality levees it's antidote
Before death's once, & all deciding vote
Before times unwavering slumber
Before the weights of measure, all of me, encumber
Before assured fate rallies my number
Before the blessed ease, awaits
Before the illicit graze of fate
Before certainty is too late
#death
#LifeCycle
74 reads
2 Comments
LibraSoul96
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2022 3:47am
2nd Apr 2022 3:47am
Free- Haiku
Running freely through
Green pastures carried by the
Whispers of the wind
Green pastures carried by the
Whispers of the wind
#haiku
374 reads
12 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 12:28pm
12th Nov 2024 12:28pm
Starvation of static
Clarity is measuring divine through a window
The pleasure of the chimes as the wind blows
The ledger of the sage, comprehended
The weather of the page, undefended
Clarity is the starvation of static
Ten steps with the insightful nomadic
The sustenance in the dynamic
The opalescence of the emphatic
Clarity is the pith of our essence
The stalling of an abrupt evanescence
The transparency of wit in our presence
The adherence of grit in our tenets
Clarity is in the bones of a song
Clarity...
The pleasure of the chimes as the wind blows
The ledger of the sage, comprehended
The weather of the page, undefended
Clarity is the starvation of static
Ten steps with the insightful nomadic
The sustenance in the dynamic
The opalescence of the emphatic
Clarity is the pith of our essence
The stalling of an abrupt evanescence
The transparency of wit in our presence
The adherence of grit in our tenets
Clarity is in the bones of a song
Clarity...
#SelfReflection
68 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
27th Jun 2022 9:00pm
27th Jun 2022 9:00pm
Insomnia, Sleep with me...
I will be your eternal memory that does not let you sleep ...
You will forever remember every minute spent with me,
and every thought will pierce you like an electric current,
blowing up your consciousness and turning on your mind!
Turning you on in every other way too, piercing steel rod
You will forever remember me as a crazy chaos in your head
depriving you of sleep! And you will dream of touching me
at least with your breath, feeling this touch on your body ...
with an exciting tremor!
You will forever remember every minute spent with me,
and every thought will pierce you like an electric current,
blowing up your consciousness and turning on your mind!
Turning you on in every other way too, piercing steel rod
You will forever remember me as a crazy chaos in your head
depriving you of sleep! And you will dream of touching me
at least with your breath, feeling this touch on your body ...
with an exciting tremor!
#men
#insomnia
#passion
852 reads
42 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
10th Jun 2022 8:04pm
10th Jun 2022 8:04pm
The Weeping House
I went up with the cello,
steering the instrument around the staircase,
to my bedroom on the first floor.
I had the largest room in the house,
overlooking fields and orchards.
It had a mattress against the far wall in place of a bed,
a writing desk with ink stains and a scratched surface,
a chair with loose legs,
an old-fashioned chest of drawers in the corner.
The curtains matched the carpet in colour.
A shelf that…
No,
I mustn’t remember the grey-white building that had stood secluded off a country lane.
An...
steering the instrument around the staircase,
to my bedroom on the first floor.
I had the largest room in the house,
overlooking fields and orchards.
It had a mattress against the far wall in place of a bed,
a writing desk with ink stains and a scratched surface,
a chair with loose legs,
an old-fashioned chest of drawers in the corner.
The curtains matched the carpet in colour.
A shelf that…
No,
I mustn’t remember the grey-white building that had stood secluded off a country lane.
An...
#mystery
#tragedy
#fear
319 reads
10 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
11th Jan 2024 1:13am
11th Jan 2024 1:13am
Because I can't shit upwards
Because I cannot shit upwards,
I use my shit to convince those being shit on
to rage against those shitting on them.
I will become the shitter
to catalyze the mission,
but know I shit with love, with passion and compassion,
with the guts and the bile to see what is causing the problem and die trying to fix it.
If it didn't require shit,
I would use a different expedient means.
"Computer learning"
While writing this poem
autocorrect started correcting "shit" to "shot,"
but, by the...
I use my shit to convince those being shit on
to rage against those shitting on them.
I will become the shitter
to catalyze the mission,
but know I shit with love, with passion and compassion,
with the guts and the bile to see what is causing the problem and die trying to fix it.
If it didn't require shit,
I would use a different expedient means.
"Computer learning"
While writing this poem
autocorrect started correcting "shit" to "shot,"
but, by the...
#humankind
#CallToAction
#HumanRights #inequality
#HumanRights #inequality
188 reads
2 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
16th Mar 2022 12:48pm
16th Mar 2022 12:48pm
Bluevelvete
U
R
Mist.
R
Mist.
#gratitude
263 reads
2 Comments
Trillium
Poem Published
25th Dec 2023 9:00am
25th Dec 2023 9:00am
Nonsense
Nonsense and no-sense
Making sense
of
Nonsense and no-sense
Words whispering
From mouths breathing
Poets weaving sense from
nonsense and no-sense
Binding words to the page
Trapping them in indelible ink
Poets writing
nonsense and no sense
That makes sense
Reading with eyes
That see sense
In nonsense of freedom words
creating
images that makes sense
of no-sense
Making new sense
Ink on the page
Captures the fluttering
nonsense, no-sense
of delicate...
Making sense
of
Nonsense and no-sense
Words whispering
From mouths breathing
Poets weaving sense from
nonsense and no-sense
Binding words to the page
Trapping them in indelible ink
Poets writing
nonsense and no sense
That makes sense
Reading with eyes
That see sense
In nonsense of freedom words
creating
images that makes sense
of no-sense
Making new sense
Ink on the page
Captures the fluttering
nonsense, no-sense
of delicate...
#WritingPoetry
207 reads
4 Comments
Sappho
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 6:10pm
20th Oct 2019 6:10pm
Healing Magic
With a magic wand in my hand
I draw circles, triangles and lines
and other powerful healing signs
carefully in the sand.
One secret ingredient is still missing -
a highly potent magical stuff,
bewitching and strong enough
that it can heal anything:
Tonight, in the light of the moon
I will bring you my love
heart-felt and strong enough
to make you feel better, soon!
I draw circles, triangles and lines
and other powerful healing signs
carefully in the sand.
One secret ingredient is still missing -
a highly potent magical stuff,
bewitching and strong enough
that it can heal anything:
Tonight, in the light of the moon
I will bring you my love
heart-felt and strong enough
to make you feel better, soon!
#love
#hope
657 reads
4 Comments
Panter896
Poem Published
29th Jun 2014 10:40pm
29th Jun 2014 10:40pm
Small Circles
Every body playing me so close.
Use to cheer, now they kicking out the chair.
Guess they just showing me the ropes.
So, I do things my way,
and only keep a small circle.
So when things come around,
its all relative.
Cause backstabbers,
use relations; for shortcuts;
like it's relative.
What hurts most;
them using,
slow pokes and
different strokes.
The whole time,
they cloaked like we folks.
Use to cheer, now they kicking out the chair.
Guess they just showing me the ropes.
So, I do things my way,
and only keep a small circle.
So when things come around,
its all relative.
Cause backstabbers,
use relations; for shortcuts;
like it's relative.
What hurts most;
them using,
slow pokes and
different strokes.
The whole time,
they cloaked like we folks.
535 reads
0 Comments
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