Submissions by ArkansasBoy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Rocks On The Pond
a smooth stone
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
#nature
#peace
#SelfReflection #silence
#SelfReflection #silence
78 reads
Quiet Song
i wandered through the quiet trees
where shadows whispered to the breeze
and found a path that led me far
beneath the hue of a fading star
the earth was soft beneath my feet
all around me stillness beat
a world that whispered but never spoke
a secret wrapped in morning's cloak
i asked the sky why do you wait
with colors brushed at heaven's gate
but time moved on it would not pause
its silent march with no cause
the world turns it never stays
moments like these fill my days
with soft reminders faint but...
where shadows whispered to the breeze
and found a path that led me far
beneath the hue of a fading star
the earth was soft beneath my feet
all around me stillness beat
a world that whispered but never spoke
a secret wrapped in morning's cloak
i asked the sky why do you wait
with colors brushed at heaven's gate
but time moved on it would not pause
its silent march with no cause
the world turns it never stays
moments like these fill my days
with soft reminders faint but...
#beauty
#nature
#peace
71 reads
Gentle Ending
the black birds shadow a soft dark cloth
comes down quietly where light goes off
a cold beauty when things are still
when hearts stop beating and life stands still
no breath to take no tears to cry
just quiet sleep where all things lie
the worlds a picture with colors gone
as feelings fade and the spirits drawn
to starlight whispers and space so wide
a calm smile on a face that died
the body may rot and bones grow old
but something stays a story told
in dark valleys where secrets hide
deaths gentle river where...
comes down quietly where light goes off
a cold beauty when things are still
when hearts stop beating and life stands still
no breath to take no tears to cry
just quiet sleep where all things lie
the worlds a picture with colors gone
as feelings fade and the spirits drawn
to starlight whispers and space so wide
a calm smile on a face that died
the body may rot and bones grow old
but something stays a story told
in dark valleys where secrets hide
deaths gentle river where...
#dark
#death
#MovingOn
91 reads
Silent Bloom
i walked among the quiet stems
where sunlight touched earth's hidden gems
and found a bloom so still so shy
beneath the vast unchanging sky
it spoke no word's yet told me all
of how the winds through branches call
and how the morning's glow
is all the world should ever know
i asked it then why do you stay
in shadows soft and light's delay
but silence echoed in the air
a secret hidden everywhere
the world it moves relentless and fast
yet blooms like this are built to last
they hold the quiet of the past ...
where sunlight touched earth's hidden gems
and found a bloom so still so shy
beneath the vast unchanging sky
it spoke no word's yet told me all
of how the winds through branches call
and how the morning's glow
is all the world should ever know
i asked it then why do you stay
in shadows soft and light's delay
but silence echoed in the air
a secret hidden everywhere
the world it moves relentless and fast
yet blooms like this are built to last
they hold the quiet of the past ...
#nature
#silence
95 reads
Dark Horizon
the sun retreats behind the hill
its breath too weak to stay
the sky unravels strand by strand
night consumes the day
the road ahead is black and still
no lantern dares to burn
the wind that once could sing me home
now whispers never turn
a shadow spreads upon the land
its fingers pull me in
no hand to hold no voice to call
no light to rise again
the fields are bare the rivers dry
the stars refuse to shine
the air is thick with unsaid words
that once were almost mine
the past uncoils...
its breath too weak to stay
the sky unravels strand by strand
night consumes the day
the road ahead is black and still
no lantern dares to burn
the wind that once could sing me home
now whispers never turn
a shadow spreads upon the land
its fingers pull me in
no hand to hold no voice to call
no light to rise again
the fields are bare the rivers dry
the stars refuse to shine
the air is thick with unsaid words
that once were almost mine
the past uncoils...
#dark
#rhyming
#storm
89 reads
The Ink Went Silent
i used to write with singing words
they stirred beneath my skin
a ghost that wrapped around my quill
that swore it lived within
It led me down a narrow path
whispered sharp with tone
but now the loom is stiff and bare
the thread has come undone
no more mornings ripe with verse
no more evening tunes
the meter stumbles like a clock
that chokes upon the moon
so let the Ink dry in the well
let silence swell and spread
the words have fled like starving wolves
and left me here for dead
they stirred beneath my skin
a ghost that wrapped around my quill
that swore it lived within
It led me down a narrow path
whispered sharp with tone
but now the loom is stiff and bare
the thread has come undone
no more mornings ripe with verse
no more evening tunes
the meter stumbles like a clock
that chokes upon the moon
so let the Ink dry in the well
let silence swell and spread
the words have fled like starving wolves
and left me here for dead
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
128 reads
Magnolia
she stands just beyond my reach
unfolding slow
like she knows I’m watching
petals pale against the dark
her scent thickens the air
sweet
heavy
made to be breathed in deep
I want her in my hands in my grip
but she stays just where she is
untouched
untouchable
waiting for nothing
the wind moves her
but never takes her
she teases me with the way she sways
the way she lingers
knowing
deliberate
I step closer drawn in like a man starved
like a man who’s taken before
but not...
unfolding slow
like she knows I’m watching
petals pale against the dark
her scent thickens the air
sweet
heavy
made to be breathed in deep
I want her in my hands in my grip
but she stays just where she is
untouched
untouchable
waiting for nothing
the wind moves her
but never takes her
she teases me with the way she sways
the way she lingers
knowing
deliberate
I step closer drawn in like a man starved
like a man who’s taken before
but not...
#nature
#obsession
147 reads
Hollow Street
the lamps lean forward bending light
on pavement that catches the night
the gutters clog with what’s been thrown
paper
prayers
and things unknown
somewhere a radio coughs a tune
half-lit beneath a sleeping moon
a train moves slow with iron breath
splitting the dark as if it’s death
I sit alone where shadows meet
coffee cold and silence sweet
the waitress moves in careful grace
her hands a blur in empty space
outside a prostitute walks and sways
her coat too thin for winter days
she turns the...
on pavement that catches the night
the gutters clog with what’s been thrown
paper
prayers
and things unknown
somewhere a radio coughs a tune
half-lit beneath a sleeping moon
a train moves slow with iron breath
splitting the dark as if it’s death
I sit alone where shadows meet
coffee cold and silence sweet
the waitress moves in careful grace
her hands a blur in empty space
outside a prostitute walks and sways
her coat too thin for winter days
she turns the...
#loneliness
#night
#city
81 reads
Swallowed Whole
i wake to the bitterness of my feelings
resting flat against my bed
the sheets are a second skin
white as the lie of good morning
outside the trees lean like mourners
bent under something unsaid
the birds peck at the ground
they know what is buried there
I drink my coffee like a poisonous weight
let it settle where my heart should be
my guilt stares unblinking
a quiet thief that keeps my face
I have died a hundred small deaths
each one more painful than the last
soon the earth will forget my...
resting flat against my bed
the sheets are a second skin
white as the lie of good morning
outside the trees lean like mourners
bent under something unsaid
the birds peck at the ground
they know what is buried there
I drink my coffee like a poisonous weight
let it settle where my heart should be
my guilt stares unblinking
a quiet thief that keeps my face
I have died a hundred small deaths
each one more painful than the last
soon the earth will forget my...
#dark
#sadness
106 reads
Sea Of Silence
there is a place where the sea is still
where the waves never speak
where the sky pulls the light away
and all that remains is quiet
a wound that refuses to heal
i stood there once
eyes closed against the salt
waiting for something to surface
but only the weight of absence
answered
you were there too
or maybe you were not
just a shadow in the space between
my breath and the earth
and i could not tell
if you were a memory
or a future
the sea didn’t care
it never cares
it moves in a...
where the waves never speak
where the sky pulls the light away
and all that remains is quiet
a wound that refuses to heal
i stood there once
eyes closed against the salt
waiting for something to surface
but only the weight of absence
answered
you were there too
or maybe you were not
just a shadow in the space between
my breath and the earth
and i could not tell
if you were a memory
or a future
the sea didn’t care
it never cares
it moves in a...
#emotions
#grief
#memories
90 reads
My Last Garden
I walked through the garden this morning
the flowers all bent their colors drained
by a sun that no longer remembers how to shine
the ground once soft beneath my feet
feels hollow now like something taken away
before I knew I had lost it
The roses don’t bloom the way they used to
their petals bruised from too much waiting
their fragrance gone leaving only a bitter taste
on the air the trees no longer whisper
secrets to the wind they are silent
and bent like old bones
holding on to something they cannot name
I don’t...
the flowers all bent their colors drained
by a sun that no longer remembers how to shine
the ground once soft beneath my feet
feels hollow now like something taken away
before I knew I had lost it
The roses don’t bloom the way they used to
their petals bruised from too much waiting
their fragrance gone leaving only a bitter taste
on the air the trees no longer whisper
secrets to the wind they are silent
and bent like old bones
holding on to something they cannot name
I don’t...
#acceptance
#emptiness
#FeelingLost
#grief
#MovingOn
167 reads
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