Submissions by Benaditus (Robert)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My Name is Robert, and I usually write dark/sad/morbid poetry. There are times however, that I have creative spurts that throw me in a different direction.
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2014 3:50am
30th Nov 2014 3:50am
Passion Unbound
I envision you still...
as I always will...
a beacon of untold desire.
The emotion I instill...
as I move in for the kill..
merely an ember of my passionate fire.
Your knees...they shiver...
your lips, they quiver..
as my lips hover closely above.
Since I am a giver...
I will surely deliver..
the product of my lust and my love.
As I hold you near...
whispering in your ear..
your body beckons my touch.
You have nothing to fear...
with those words that you hear..
"Baby, I love you so much.."
As I...
as I always will...
a beacon of untold desire.
The emotion I instill...
as I move in for the kill..
merely an ember of my passionate fire.
Your knees...they shiver...
your lips, they quiver..
as my lips hover closely above.
Since I am a giver...
I will surely deliver..
the product of my lust and my love.
As I hold you near...
whispering in your ear..
your body beckons my touch.
You have nothing to fear...
with those words that you hear..
"Baby, I love you so much.."
As I...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2014 3:44am
30th Nov 2014 3:44am
Dark Shores
Here I wait at the edge of the lands
holding mounds of earth within my hands.
Then I yelled :
"Dust returns to earth, as earth commands
so I instill my hopes in these ivory sands."
And as I planted my hands into the ground
the clouds began swirling and gathering all around.
And while the clouds continued to warp and twist
the area was consumed by an ominous mist.
Through the mist walked a figure on the sea
and the waters ran still as I saw it was me.
His eyes pierced my soul like a savage spear
and I fell to my knees, but...
holding mounds of earth within my hands.
Then I yelled :
"Dust returns to earth, as earth commands
so I instill my hopes in these ivory sands."
And as I planted my hands into the ground
the clouds began swirling and gathering all around.
And while the clouds continued to warp and twist
the area was consumed by an ominous mist.
Through the mist walked a figure on the sea
and the waters ran still as I saw it was me.
His eyes pierced my soul like a savage spear
and I fell to my knees, but...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2014 7:27pm
29th Nov 2014 7:27pm
Free Yourself
I look around and see a world in need...
that has been torn by war, poverty, and greed.
I look to the stars, to clear my head,
but see nothing but poison clouds instead.
I see the elderly ignored, and people enslaved...
Innocents are murdered with no hope to be saved.
The children are among the numerous dead,
casualties of meaningless bloodshed.
The corporate machine pummels without remorse,
Running it's course, with excessive force.
The police now armed with military gear,
and have become a presence to instill fear.
Armed with...
that has been torn by war, poverty, and greed.
I look to the stars, to clear my head,
but see nothing but poison clouds instead.
I see the elderly ignored, and people enslaved...
Innocents are murdered with no hope to be saved.
The children are among the numerous dead,
casualties of meaningless bloodshed.
The corporate machine pummels without remorse,
Running it's course, with excessive force.
The police now armed with military gear,
and have become a presence to instill fear.
Armed with...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2014 7:20pm
29th Nov 2014 7:20pm
Poetic Reflection
In this torn and withered husk,
passion had once resided.
But as I sit alone in the dusk,
I see that the flames have subsided.
For I was once full of life,
but my grace was taken from me...
Since then I have bathed in strife,
and grew akin to misery.
Those flames now embers,
the dreams now dead...
and the heart still remembers...
all of the words that were said.
So count me among the fallen ones,
with your condescending stares...
For I have spent many moons and suns,
in the void where nobody cares.
I've walked...
passion had once resided.
But as I sit alone in the dusk,
I see that the flames have subsided.
For I was once full of life,
but my grace was taken from me...
Since then I have bathed in strife,
and grew akin to misery.
Those flames now embers,
the dreams now dead...
and the heart still remembers...
all of the words that were said.
So count me among the fallen ones,
with your condescending stares...
For I have spent many moons and suns,
in the void where nobody cares.
I've walked...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2014 3:42am
29th Nov 2014 3:42am
The Hollow Tomb
(Written long ago)
The day may come
to say goodbye
To this torn and withered man
Maybe to some
a tearful eye
will cloud those that misunderstand.
Maybe for a time
some may mourn
especially those who I cherish
but keep in mind
the feeling I adorn
is the want and the need to perish.
For me to go on
to aimlessly persist
in my tormented state of being
Is to curse the dawn
with a bloody fist
for there is nothing left worth seeing.
The stake that's driven
deep into my side
is one of life's...
The day may come
to say goodbye
To this torn and withered man
Maybe to some
a tearful eye
will cloud those that misunderstand.
Maybe for a time
some may mourn
especially those who I cherish
but keep in mind
the feeling I adorn
is the want and the need to perish.
For me to go on
to aimlessly persist
in my tormented state of being
Is to curse the dawn
with a bloody fist
for there is nothing left worth seeing.
The stake that's driven
deep into my side
is one of life's...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2014 3:36am
29th Nov 2014 3:36am
The Enemy Within
I wake up again,
to another day,
of tiresome and tedious trials.
I'd like to pretend,
that one day I'll say,
that I am calling it quits for a while.
So sadly but true
that day never comes
now I'm a prisoner of despair.
What should I do?
the sad symphony strums,
and no one else seems to care.
Here it all begins,
in the frigid grave,
Where in death I weep and roam.
Again sadness wins,
and I am its slave,
for it has made my body its home.
These tears that shed,
dissipate and scatter,
as they are...
to another day,
of tiresome and tedious trials.
I'd like to pretend,
that one day I'll say,
that I am calling it quits for a while.
So sadly but true
that day never comes
now I'm a prisoner of despair.
What should I do?
the sad symphony strums,
and no one else seems to care.
Here it all begins,
in the frigid grave,
Where in death I weep and roam.
Again sadness wins,
and I am its slave,
for it has made my body its home.
These tears that shed,
dissipate and scatter,
as they are...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2014 7:35pm
28th Nov 2014 7:35pm
Bloody Roses
Hollowed from the core, my hopes...they implore...
That I give nothing more...to the one that I adore.
My love was in vain, but I cannot refrain,
From wallowing in a pain, that I cannot explain.
I cannot comprehend, that the dream must end,
I'm unable to depend on what I no longer defend.
But I still feel the need, to nourish the seed,
Knowing that I must bleed, for the thorns to feed.
The routine now repeats, renewing old defeats,
As each cycle completes, my heart again retreats.
The flowers... They grow, as I watch the blood...
That I give nothing more...to the one that I adore.
My love was in vain, but I cannot refrain,
From wallowing in a pain, that I cannot explain.
I cannot comprehend, that the dream must end,
I'm unable to depend on what I no longer defend.
But I still feel the need, to nourish the seed,
Knowing that I must bleed, for the thorns to feed.
The routine now repeats, renewing old defeats,
As each cycle completes, my heart again retreats.
The flowers... They grow, as I watch the blood...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2014 7:23pm
28th Nov 2014 7:23pm
The Nothing Child
There is a child, who aimlessly roams,
where no child should be allowed...
He peeps into other peoples homes,
and wonders why they laugh aloud.
To him, joy is a mystery,
so he is curious and confused.
Throughout his life's brief history,
he has been neglected and abused.
Forgotten in the clouds of smoke and lust,
drowned in laughter and in screams...
The little one had no one to trust,
as nightmares consumed his dreams.
As he cried, awakening each night,
shivering from intense fear...
He screams for mommy in his...
where no child should be allowed...
He peeps into other peoples homes,
and wonders why they laugh aloud.
To him, joy is a mystery,
so he is curious and confused.
Throughout his life's brief history,
he has been neglected and abused.
Forgotten in the clouds of smoke and lust,
drowned in laughter and in screams...
The little one had no one to trust,
as nightmares consumed his dreams.
As he cried, awakening each night,
shivering from intense fear...
He screams for mommy in his...
582 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2014 6:05am
28th Nov 2014 6:05am
Burden of the Broken
1138 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2014 4:16am
28th Nov 2014 4:16am
Body of Words
833 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2014 9:57pm
27th Nov 2014 9:57pm
Center Stage
851 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Nov 2014 7:54pm
27th Nov 2014 7:54pm
Not Me (part 3)
634 reads
3 Comments
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