Submissions by AndyWritesPoems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have a lot of thoughts and poetry is the easiest way to get them out.
DARK POEM
Published
9th Feb 2015 6:38pm
9th Feb 2015 6:38pm
Steady
A foolish hand,
with deft precision,
brings mortal souls,
to life’s excision.
Cuts a life,
from Earth’s existence,
driving twice,
with mad persistence.
A body bleeding,
wounded, dying.
A mother, child,
standing, crying.
A steady doctor’s hand defies,
the life and death of acts unwise.
Death escaped, by steady palms,
though steady hands won’t understand.
A life is saved through care and trust,
a life destroyed by hate and lust.
A life in steady, deadly hands,
puts faith in where the dagger lands.
with deft precision,
brings mortal souls,
to life’s excision.
Cuts a life,
from Earth’s existence,
driving twice,
with mad persistence.
A body bleeding,
wounded, dying.
A mother, child,
standing, crying.
A steady doctor’s hand defies,
the life and death of acts unwise.
Death escaped, by steady palms,
though steady hands won’t understand.
A life is saved through care and trust,
a life destroyed by hate and lust.
A life in steady, deadly hands,
puts faith in where the dagger lands.
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Feb 2015 3:40pm
8th Feb 2015 3:40pm
Gravity of Love
I have one problem with love,
It’s all about heading down,
you fall for somebody,
or you’re crushed and defeated,
yet you never hear someone say
they stood up completed,
and sure,
argue that love brings a high,
forever together,
till one of us dies,
but you can’t help but notice,
that love’s a downhill slide,
you go down on somebody,
if you ever decide,
To get a little frisky,
To get a little brave,
you’re going down in love
by the way you misbehave.
When you want a hand in marriage,
you will go down on one knee,...
It’s all about heading down,
you fall for somebody,
or you’re crushed and defeated,
yet you never hear someone say
they stood up completed,
and sure,
argue that love brings a high,
forever together,
till one of us dies,
but you can’t help but notice,
that love’s a downhill slide,
you go down on somebody,
if you ever decide,
To get a little frisky,
To get a little brave,
you’re going down in love
by the way you misbehave.
When you want a hand in marriage,
you will go down on one knee,...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 7:56pm
3rd Feb 2015 7:56pm
Socially Awkward
Um.
Awkward.
Yes. I am aware,
that I watch you from a distance
just to drop an awkward stare.
To awkwardly announce to you,
whilst awkwardly awaiting,
that introverted awkward greeting,
and yet I’m still debating,
The awkward way to awkwardly,
string sentences together,
I’m socially inadequate,
stuck in awkwardness forever.
Where awkward me
fits awkwardly,
like a puzzle, incomplete,
a missing word,
perhaps unheard,
I’m awkward nice to meet…
Awkward.
Yes. I am aware,
that I watch you from a distance
just to drop an awkward stare.
To awkwardly announce to you,
whilst awkwardly awaiting,
that introverted awkward greeting,
and yet I’m still debating,
The awkward way to awkwardly,
string sentences together,
I’m socially inadequate,
stuck in awkwardness forever.
Where awkward me
fits awkwardly,
like a puzzle, incomplete,
a missing word,
perhaps unheard,
I’m awkward nice to meet…
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2015 5:07pm
2nd Feb 2015 5:07pm
Broken
How do I say I'm broken?
When there are bigger things to fix,
and before I've even spoken,
I'm the bottom of the list.
I've never said I'm troubled,
when my friends are troubled too
but the magnitude has doubled,
I'm an earthquake, breaking you.
I'm a catalyst, a fire,
a storm from overseas.
Now I'm caught between desire,
and the friends I aim to please.
I am broken, I'm perfection,
I'm a paradox of doubt.
Like a mirror hides reflection,
I'm the door with no way out.
I'm the graveyard of the living,
I'm the...
When there are bigger things to fix,
and before I've even spoken,
I'm the bottom of the list.
I've never said I'm troubled,
when my friends are troubled too
but the magnitude has doubled,
I'm an earthquake, breaking you.
I'm a catalyst, a fire,
a storm from overseas.
Now I'm caught between desire,
and the friends I aim to please.
I am broken, I'm perfection,
I'm a paradox of doubt.
Like a mirror hides reflection,
I'm the door with no way out.
I'm the graveyard of the living,
I'm the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2015 9:33pm
31st Jan 2015 9:33pm
Pocket of Change
The beggars have got it:
'can you spare me some change?'
Sure, I'd love to, but,
I'm all out of world peace
and I can't solve the problems
that plague the middle east.
And my back pocket seems
to be all out of cures,
for the diseases
that the everyday child endures.
I'd love to bring shelter,
but I'm all out of bricks,
and sticks won't hold
so tonight, if you're cold,
please don't curse
to make matters worse,
I'm fresh out of kisses,
for the boy who still misses,
his Dad who is hostage
to the Government's...
'can you spare me some change?'
Sure, I'd love to, but,
I'm all out of world peace
and I can't solve the problems
that plague the middle east.
And my back pocket seems
to be all out of cures,
for the diseases
that the everyday child endures.
I'd love to bring shelter,
but I'm all out of bricks,
and sticks won't hold
so tonight, if you're cold,
please don't curse
to make matters worse,
I'm fresh out of kisses,
for the boy who still misses,
his Dad who is hostage
to the Government's...
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