Submissions by AnnaKissedMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't write Poetry, or even poetry; just fragments that work for me on some level - confessional, inspirational, release or entertainment.
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jan 2016 9:49am
7th Jan 2016 9:49am
Arithmetic of love
I learned today that 45 is a magic number.
It's digits added total 9, as do the digits of it's multiples;
though if you think about it --
this miraculous revelation is nothing more
than a trick of base 10.
But what of love? Trick or magic
that pleasure shared is for each
increased and not divided,
that one and one make one
that one into one makes two,
transformed in ways too deep to tell?
It's digits added total 9, as do the digits of it's multiples;
though if you think about it --
this miraculous revelation is nothing more
than a trick of base 10.
But what of love? Trick or magic
that pleasure shared is for each
increased and not divided,
that one and one make one
that one into one makes two,
transformed in ways too deep to tell?
751 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jan 2016 9:35am
7th Jan 2016 9:35am
Lust
Searing rages bursting forth from who knows where
to then depart, their decaying heat the autograph of love.
to then depart, their decaying heat the autograph of love.
610 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Dec 2015 3:07am
30th Dec 2015 3:07am
Tyrant
The shell shock of your tyranny
plays violent dischord on my nerves
sings arias of madness in my head
My heart is in a bunker well out of range
and even though your guns are silenced
I'm hiding from another volley (just in case)
You were not ousted nor deposed
but weakened from within; an emasculation
of your willful rage, a slow departure of
your hateful mind
No peace, no truce, was ever called
(but then, no war was either)
no way of knowing when it began
no way to know when this disease* will end
...
plays violent dischord on my nerves
sings arias of madness in my head
My heart is in a bunker well out of range
and even though your guns are silenced
I'm hiding from another volley (just in case)
You were not ousted nor deposed
but weakened from within; an emasculation
of your willful rage, a slow departure of
your hateful mind
No peace, no truce, was ever called
(but then, no war was either)
no way of knowing when it began
no way to know when this disease* will end
...
639 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Dec 2015 2:11am
28th Dec 2015 2:11am
Tongue diver
Your tongue is on the loose
came to break and enter
just about a home invasion
it's a forceful entry
My lips are off their hinges
like shutters flung aside
you've jemmied wide my teeth
you drove your spear inside
My palate is your playground
my lingual sulcus can not hide
my tonsils are your target
my mouth is coming for the ride
It's a mucosal Eden
a spit filled paradise
you came in uninvited
and hell I think it's nice!
came to break and enter
just about a home invasion
it's a forceful entry
My lips are off their hinges
like shutters flung aside
you've jemmied wide my teeth
you drove your spear inside
My palate is your playground
my lingual sulcus can not hide
my tonsils are your target
my mouth is coming for the ride
It's a mucosal Eden
a spit filled paradise
you came in uninvited
and hell I think it's nice!
708 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 2:18am
26th Dec 2015 2:18am
Words are deceivers
Words are deceivers
false prophets of the clearly defined
the neatly delined with
their sharp-edged decision
their clear-cut division
their black/white distinction
their simple conviction
of what truth is.
They promise to take the All by it's horns
to corral and lasso the wild thing that
dashes and darts
flits and flashes
thunders and crashes
without sense or reason
and tame the chaos.
We are the nails you will need
to steady your weakened belief
to shore up your shaky...
false prophets of the clearly defined
the neatly delined with
their sharp-edged decision
their clear-cut division
their black/white distinction
their simple conviction
of what truth is.
They promise to take the All by it's horns
to corral and lasso the wild thing that
dashes and darts
flits and flashes
thunders and crashes
without sense or reason
and tame the chaos.
We are the nails you will need
to steady your weakened belief
to shore up your shaky...
723 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 2:14am
26th Dec 2015 2:14am
Obsolescence
Too much thinking hurts my head
extended cogitation's not my thing
if it ever was; my grasp is shrinking
disappearing down
like a thing
down a hole
smaller
till
all
I
c
a
n
d
o
is lie flat on the ground
--------------------------------
or under it.
extended cogitation's not my thing
if it ever was; my grasp is shrinking
disappearing down
like a thing
down a hole
smaller
till
all
I
c
a
n
d
o
is lie flat on the ground
--------------------------------
or under it.
563 reads
5 Comments
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