Submissions by AdamAmor (Adam Amor)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A World Traveling Adventurist Who Enjoys Exploring The More Experiment Sides of this Experience called Life. Author of Multiple #1 Best Selling Poetry Books ∆
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Feb 2016 5:10am
29th Feb 2016 5:10am
Glory of Man
I am Amazing,
and no,
please don’t blame my ego for that statement,
I’m just a realist,
so I understand my societal placement,
see this,
is the days,
the last days of the Glory of Man,
so tell me,
your story,
stand up and give me your hand,
no plan,
but lot’s of planning,
no fans,
but lots of fanning,
ok,
some fans,
some stalkers too that deserve flagging,
but no spam,
no ma’am,
because I stay humble no bragging,
still have swag though,
no shwag bro,
so everything I touch is a tagging,...
and no,
please don’t blame my ego for that statement,
I’m just a realist,
so I understand my societal placement,
see this,
is the days,
the last days of the Glory of Man,
so tell me,
your story,
stand up and give me your hand,
no plan,
but lot’s of planning,
no fans,
but lots of fanning,
ok,
some fans,
some stalkers too that deserve flagging,
but no spam,
no ma’am,
because I stay humble no bragging,
still have swag though,
no shwag bro,
so everything I touch is a tagging,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Feb 2016 5:09am
29th Feb 2016 5:09am
America's Son
America,
what have you done,
so busy worried about where you’re going,
that you’ve forgotten where you’re from,
I am your son,
and I love you,
I love you,
more than these wonderful words can say,
I love you,
but I fear that you’ve gone astray,
like a drunken father,
or a distracted mother,
you seem so drunk enraged by greed,
engaged in a lust that you believe’s a need,
Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light,
we bomb people we’ve never even seen,
something must be wrong because nothing...
what have you done,
so busy worried about where you’re going,
that you’ve forgotten where you’re from,
I am your son,
and I love you,
I love you,
more than these wonderful words can say,
I love you,
but I fear that you’ve gone astray,
like a drunken father,
or a distracted mother,
you seem so drunk enraged by greed,
engaged in a lust that you believe’s a need,
Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light,
we bomb people we’ve never even seen,
something must be wrong because nothing...
679 reads
14 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Feb 2016 9:00am
9th Feb 2016 9:00am
A Beautiful Hurt
A Beautiful Hurt
SO what?
So you hurt.
We all do.
But the beauty hurts so good.
And the miseries of our past,
can only define our future if we let them,
these memories we hold from the past,
we are not them.
Your scars,
are watercolors,
your demons,
make beautiful music,
but let’s not be destructive,
for that’s not our hearts true function,
once in,
this life,
there’s only one way out,
and there’s no need to rush it,
and yes,
we have more than our fair share of problems,...
SO what?
So you hurt.
We all do.
But the beauty hurts so good.
And the miseries of our past,
can only define our future if we let them,
these memories we hold from the past,
we are not them.
Your scars,
are watercolors,
your demons,
make beautiful music,
but let’s not be destructive,
for that’s not our hearts true function,
once in,
this life,
there’s only one way out,
and there’s no need to rush it,
and yes,
we have more than our fair share of problems,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2016 3:25am
3rd Feb 2016 3:25am
Broken Princess
Broken Princess
She is so broken,
yet so beautiful in her brokenness,
like a snowflake of acid rain,
unique and altered,
attractive destructive,
eating away at all that she touches,
as she melts upon where she rest,
her acidic tones eroding the flesh,
a princess,
of her own heart,
both captor and creator,
she keeps her heart locked away,
deep within the cold stone walls of yesterdays,
she is alone,
a victim of her own insecurities,
she is the brightest Light ever created,
but all she sees is the darkness of the...
She is so broken,
yet so beautiful in her brokenness,
like a snowflake of acid rain,
unique and altered,
attractive destructive,
eating away at all that she touches,
as she melts upon where she rest,
her acidic tones eroding the flesh,
a princess,
of her own heart,
both captor and creator,
she keeps her heart locked away,
deep within the cold stone walls of yesterdays,
she is alone,
a victim of her own insecurities,
she is the brightest Light ever created,
but all she sees is the darkness of the...
749 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2016 6:20am
19th Jan 2016 6:20am
Slipping...
Slipping
Feeling sorta sick,
held on firm but still lost my grip,
getting dizzy with the spins,
lost my balance and starting to slip,
out in the cold looking for something to hold,
feeling shaky on earth that’s quaky searching for sold ground,
in a full house with four Aces still I feel like I want to fold,
surround sound of loud shapes blurry visions and fuzzy sounds,
all coffee,
no rounds,
get off me,
and out of town,
get off me,
can’t hear you my thoughts are too loud,
too high so high,
eyes low head lost in the...
Feeling sorta sick,
held on firm but still lost my grip,
getting dizzy with the spins,
lost my balance and starting to slip,
out in the cold looking for something to hold,
feeling shaky on earth that’s quaky searching for sold ground,
in a full house with four Aces still I feel like I want to fold,
surround sound of loud shapes blurry visions and fuzzy sounds,
all coffee,
no rounds,
get off me,
and out of town,
get off me,
can’t hear you my thoughts are too loud,
too high so high,
eyes low head lost in the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2016 1:48pm
17th Jan 2016 1:48pm
Trip The Light Fantastic
When words are not enough,
and the world won’t get off her back,
she dances the Devil away,
She’s a princess,
wait she’s a queen,
wait she’s an angel,
wait she’s everything,
a Goddess,
the hottest performing artist I’ve ever seen,
and she’s dancing,
dancing is her therapy,
I mean,
I’m not James Brown,
but it’s a man’s world,
even if Rihanna runs this town,
See,
she’s been suppressed all her life,
and I’m not just talking about Rihanna,
I’m talking about every girl that was ever forced to be a wife,...
and the world won’t get off her back,
she dances the Devil away,
She’s a princess,
wait she’s a queen,
wait she’s an angel,
wait she’s everything,
a Goddess,
the hottest performing artist I’ve ever seen,
and she’s dancing,
dancing is her therapy,
I mean,
I’m not James Brown,
but it’s a man’s world,
even if Rihanna runs this town,
See,
she’s been suppressed all her life,
and I’m not just talking about Rihanna,
I’m talking about every girl that was ever forced to be a wife,...
740 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jan 2016 1:20pm
17th Jan 2016 1:20pm
Lucid Obsessions
Lucid Delusions
Yes,
you were in my dreams again,
even though we are on opposite sides of the world,
I swear in my dreams you are here,
and I don’t want to wake up,
I just want to lay here,
in this world we’ve created,
where we have our secret rendezvouses.
Yes,
it seems like the world is ending,
that World War 3 is imminent,
that all of our emotions are felt in vain,
and I don’t even care,
let it all burn up in brilliant light,
let the bloodthirsty beasts,
be seduced by the violence until we all...
Yes,
you were in my dreams again,
even though we are on opposite sides of the world,
I swear in my dreams you are here,
and I don’t want to wake up,
I just want to lay here,
in this world we’ve created,
where we have our secret rendezvouses.
Yes,
it seems like the world is ending,
that World War 3 is imminent,
that all of our emotions are felt in vain,
and I don’t even care,
let it all burn up in brilliant light,
let the bloodthirsty beasts,
be seduced by the violence until we all...
717 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2016 3:03am
13th Jan 2016 3:03am
Face It
Face It
The slap stings more than it probably should,
scratch that like a cat’s scratch on the back of a mattress,
the slap stings more than I thought it would,
because it was a surprise that was deserved but not expected,
and as she tries to explain herself,
with tears streaming down her cheeks and loving anger in her eyes,
I begin to think what every abused person forever thinks,
maybe I deserve it…
She’s small,
petite,
physically unthreatening,
but emotionally a serious liability,
like a stealth bomber,...
The slap stings more than it probably should,
scratch that like a cat’s scratch on the back of a mattress,
the slap stings more than I thought it would,
because it was a surprise that was deserved but not expected,
and as she tries to explain herself,
with tears streaming down her cheeks and loving anger in her eyes,
I begin to think what every abused person forever thinks,
maybe I deserve it…
She’s small,
petite,
physically unthreatening,
but emotionally a serious liability,
like a stealth bomber,...
731 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2016 11:03am
12th Jan 2016 11:03am
The End of Real
The End of Real
Is there nothing real anymore?
They’ve turned all our prophets into whores,
to turn a profit for the gears of war,
and I take it all in even though I don’t want to take it anymore.
Nothing is genuine,
and if it is,
it’s turned out,
put on an assembly line,
then spat out as a consumable product,
our essence has been sucked dry,
we are the product and the consumer,
part of a perverse machine that hurts the earth and invades our dreams,
searching for redemption on a screen,
log on log off,
“You the sh!t!”,...
Is there nothing real anymore?
They’ve turned all our prophets into whores,
to turn a profit for the gears of war,
and I take it all in even though I don’t want to take it anymore.
Nothing is genuine,
and if it is,
it’s turned out,
put on an assembly line,
then spat out as a consumable product,
our essence has been sucked dry,
we are the product and the consumer,
part of a perverse machine that hurts the earth and invades our dreams,
searching for redemption on a screen,
log on log off,
“You the sh!t!”,...
598 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Nov 2015 8:55am
5th Nov 2015 8:55am
Vice Grips
Vice Grips
My vices have me in a vice grip,
but I don’t share my secrets because I’m tight lipped,
so I’m caught in a strangle hold ruled by an iron fist,
thought I had a tight grip on reality till my grip slipped,
so now I’m caught,
in my subconscious conscience,
on a constant conquest,
to appease an honest Goddess,
trying to stay conscientious,
without being too pretentious,
confident still cautious,
as I embark on this conquest,
relentless and reckless,
some call it senseless,
but I’d say their...
My vices have me in a vice grip,
but I don’t share my secrets because I’m tight lipped,
so I’m caught in a strangle hold ruled by an iron fist,
thought I had a tight grip on reality till my grip slipped,
so now I’m caught,
in my subconscious conscience,
on a constant conquest,
to appease an honest Goddess,
trying to stay conscientious,
without being too pretentious,
confident still cautious,
as I embark on this conquest,
relentless and reckless,
some call it senseless,
but I’d say their...
635 reads
0 Comments
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