Submissions by Anne-Ri999
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Sculptress of words
DARK POEM
Published
Yesterday 6:42pm
Yesterday 6:42pm
Valhalla
little red ochre box falls to the floor
my mothers watch says eleven minutes after eight
I see the breaking lid and stroke each platina layer
remembering her wearing it around her wrist
a cyclone wind will be approaching these coats
from seven galactic sisters rain drakes spew
cylinder fingers have written petroglyphs
I fold cloth around dried rose leaf
watch it burn as I lit it
Inhaling scents
hearing hissing
haunting hammering
hindsight
open in ...
my mothers watch says eleven minutes after eight
I see the breaking lid and stroke each platina layer
remembering her wearing it around her wrist
a cyclone wind will be approaching these coats
from seven galactic sisters rain drakes spew
cylinder fingers have written petroglyphs
I fold cloth around dried rose leaf
watch it burn as I lit it
Inhaling scents
hearing hissing
haunting hammering
hindsight
open in ...
#dark
#storm
35 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 2:13pm
Yesterday 2:13pm
paper boats
We who have comets as eyes,
leave us our voice in these voids
do not define me
The vanishing fairies
have told me to never leave
" do not repent our frolics, "
they tell me to walk light-footed
as they dance to sea music,
beguiled by them
The vanishing fairies sit by my side
their wings surround me as I speak
Tomorrow I will polish my three-tiered tiara
adjust it while the rain falls
and I write towards that point
within all horizons
where our...
leave us our voice in these voids
do not define me
The vanishing fairies
have told me to never leave
" do not repent our frolics, "
they tell me to walk light-footed
as they dance to sea music,
beguiled by them
The vanishing fairies sit by my side
their wings surround me as I speak
Tomorrow I will polish my three-tiered tiara
adjust it while the rain falls
and I write towards that point
within all horizons
where our...
#WritingPoetry
31 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2025 1:21pm
22nd Jan 2025 1:21pm
when nine ripples open
Who will sing me
Into the death-sleep sling me
When I walk the road to Hel
quote from the song helvegen by Wardruna
.............................
Carmine cloud weaver
wielding sentient surface
myriads of moons ago
fairest of glens
from crescent hand
hilled hips mother myst
birthing from a wolfs nostrils
dire was our heart
we tore at its flesh
we lived before
asphalt and pollution
began.
I wonder...
Into the death-sleep sling me
When I walk the road to Hel
quote from the song helvegen by Wardruna
.............................
Carmine cloud weaver
wielding sentient surface
myriads of moons ago
fairest of glens
from crescent hand
hilled hips mother myst
birthing from a wolfs nostrils
dire was our heart
we tore at its flesh
we lived before
asphalt and pollution
began.
I wonder...
#spiritual
52 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2025 8:54pm
21st Jan 2025 8:54pm
Ode to my son
I adored every scratch
all the pains were plain
to covet motherhood
is my uncrowned throne
I have never seen
an aura brighter
as that of a newborn
he has broken doorhandles
torn wall paper where
outlived life lines
drawn through
each ebbing dark
I sat beside him
in his anger
faced him
while he kicked
into furniture
always something
up his sleeve
screams
dreams
intertwined bliss
beyond each scheme...
all the pains were plain
to covet motherhood
is my uncrowned throne
I have never seen
an aura brighter
as that of a newborn
he has broken doorhandles
torn wall paper where
outlived life lines
drawn through
each ebbing dark
I sat beside him
in his anger
faced him
while he kicked
into furniture
always something
up his sleeve
screams
dreams
intertwined bliss
beyond each scheme...
#motherhood
62 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Jan 2025 9:11am
21st Jan 2025 9:11am
Little conversations
We are in Lagos, Portugal. Coming from the far North by train and buss,
A frail road sign finally appears in hazed distance. After walking with full backpack over cobble stone roads. Passing markets, medieval walls stretch out, murals in mosaic. Old rustic doors half fallen from their hinges. Plainly it states two words "Trindada Camping"
Having registered at the desk where a short tanned man hums many hmms.
"Bom dia" we say as this desk clerk only points a dark rimmed finger.
We return to this place which we formerly swore to never set...
A frail road sign finally appears in hazed distance. After walking with full backpack over cobble stone roads. Passing markets, medieval walls stretch out, murals in mosaic. Old rustic doors half fallen from their hinges. Plainly it states two words "Trindada Camping"
Having registered at the desk where a short tanned man hums many hmms.
"Bom dia" we say as this desk clerk only points a dark rimmed finger.
We return to this place which we formerly swore to never set...
#travel
51 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2025 9:24am
20th Jan 2025 9:24am
Disir, power drumming journey
#spiritual
79 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2025 10:22pm
19th Jan 2025 10:22pm
For Don Juan
Chanting towards
seraphim kites
soaring upwards
vowels vortexed
into quivers
it is time
sequence
scent descend
pheromone
in transmuted droplets
jubilant singular stars
awakened me
linger now against beguiled breath
lean towards my silhouette
enclose me
a gentle
chest
fluttering
our hands
become ten petaled
flowers
speaking
through
weeping
fingertips
canvassed
we will remember
what skin...
seraphim kites
soaring upwards
vowels vortexed
into quivers
it is time
sequence
scent descend
pheromone
in transmuted droplets
jubilant singular stars
awakened me
linger now against beguiled breath
lean towards my silhouette
enclose me
a gentle
chest
fluttering
our hands
become ten petaled
flowers
speaking
through
weeping
fingertips
canvassed
we will remember
what skin...
#FallingInLove
#love
90 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Jan 2025 11:10am
19th Jan 2025 11:10am
In the Urhall
After sometimes comes first
hearing them swoosh swirling mountains
thawing snow fallen from this roof
t r o l l s
Awakened by their throbbing twilights
daunting dervish drum spirals
as smooth wind spits
to whom they harken
hollow hallowed voids
I hear their stampede
riven rasping descent
down my chimney
signs are sighed
coughed curses
vexed exhaled
t r o l l d o m
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hearing them swoosh swirling mountains
thawing snow fallen from this roof
t r o l l s
Awakened by their throbbing twilights
daunting dervish drum spirals
as smooth wind spits
to whom they harken
hollow hallowed voids
I hear their stampede
riven rasping descent
down my chimney
signs are sighed
coughed curses
vexed exhaled
t r o l l d o m
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
#nature
56 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2025 10:02am
19th Jan 2025 10:02am
meet me there
when moon bears a geisha veil
her coalescence yields
an enigma infused
apricot anemone
lunar lupin tendrils
quilled
I scarf her hermit light
around my shoulders
waning glow
extending exchanging
pulsating opening heart
solidified crystals
each answer
now given
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all rights reserved
her coalescence yields
an enigma infused
apricot anemone
lunar lupin tendrils
quilled
I scarf her hermit light
around my shoulders
waning glow
extending exchanging
pulsating opening heart
solidified crystals
each answer
now given
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
#night
75 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Jan 2025 9:56am
17th Jan 2025 9:56am
where in the world
This is a place I never would have thought I could even go to. The asylum doors are bare. Their sanctuary smells and sounds never have washed off me. When ever I am ready, if and when this day arrives, promise me this do not take me here. Stay at my side, wash the cobwebs from the corners of my mouth and eyes. Do not dry my tears. Brave me with magma, make belief, stay, do not leave me, let me become an illusionist just once more. Coo me a dove right then right there!
Her rollator hardly used stays in a forgotten corner. A huge screen screams in vanity where an apocalyps takes...
Her rollator hardly used stays in a forgotten corner. A huge screen screams in vanity where an apocalyps takes...
#aging
#humankind
90 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Jan 2025 8:35am
16th Jan 2025 8:35am
eye
exist
in clandestine chasms
where libertine lethargy
burns
beyond exits
all broken caskets
torn palms fierce fingers
puck at each fabric
clause of a cause
o ignite let knighthood
my throne abide
hermetic heretic
scarab splitting spitting
I am each grinded tone
cut open from each core
devastation deprivation
my human remains
sacred death
sacred cloth
vow to me
execute all sanity
come with me
now pledge!!!
...
in clandestine chasms
where libertine lethargy
burns
beyond exits
all broken caskets
torn palms fierce fingers
puck at each fabric
clause of a cause
o ignite let knighthood
my throne abide
hermetic heretic
scarab splitting spitting
I am each grinded tone
cut open from each core
devastation deprivation
my human remains
sacred death
sacred cloth
vow to me
execute all sanity
come with me
now pledge!!!
...
#evil
98 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2025 8:25pm
15th Jan 2025 8:25pm
Dark droplets
insomnia invocations fall through feather light leaving
necromantic shades seek seeping sleeping towards
he holds a seance where dormant night moths reborn
animate figures fade towards skulled silence as his scalpel moves
back forth making inceptions where once her hands
searching romance in crucified scriptures now drenched
knowing she is the grave hearth hart when their cup
runneth over from damp daggers trembling veined
her murderous mouth twined abys gasps love bled
a word in sacred secret name and death is...
necromantic shades seek seeping sleeping towards
he holds a seance where dormant night moths reborn
animate figures fade towards skulled silence as his scalpel moves
back forth making inceptions where once her hands
searching romance in crucified scriptures now drenched
knowing she is the grave hearth hart when their cup
runneth over from damp daggers trembling veined
her murderous mouth twined abys gasps love bled
a word in sacred secret name and death is...
#dark
#gothic
79 reads
4 Comments
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