Submissions by Bergsteen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write freely
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jul 2016 6:53am
9th Jul 2016 6:53am
---Arrow of Faith--->
So long I have traveled
my journey has been long
It all started with a single question
and now I’m faced with quite a few
My mind lingers in time past
“Should I have never, ever asked?” I ask
While in time past, regret comes across
“I should have tamed my curiosity”
By the lane of anticipation, I see a glimpse of the future
“Where would I have been if I didn’t venture?”
Which question would I ask then, if I ignored this one
This very one that has taken me this far
Would I be asking the same question?
Would I be afraid of the road ahead?...
my journey has been long
It all started with a single question
and now I’m faced with quite a few
My mind lingers in time past
“Should I have never, ever asked?” I ask
While in time past, regret comes across
“I should have tamed my curiosity”
By the lane of anticipation, I see a glimpse of the future
“Where would I have been if I didn’t venture?”
Which question would I ask then, if I ignored this one
This very one that has taken me this far
Would I be asking the same question?
Would I be afraid of the road ahead?...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2016 8:21pm
7th Feb 2016 8:21pm
Creator I am
Give me an egg and tell me it's destiny.
Release I the egg from my grasp.
Shattered, it's shell lay on the floor.
Spilled, it's yoke flows according to how I let go.
And you tell me I am not a creator.
Chose not I to release said egg from my care.
Chose I to shelter it with warmth and love and watch it hatch into life.
Release I the egg from my grasp.
Shattered, it's shell lay on the floor.
Spilled, it's yoke flows according to how I let go.
And you tell me I am not a creator.
Chose not I to release said egg from my care.
Chose I to shelter it with warmth and love and watch it hatch into life.
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STORY POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 7:06am
23rd Oct 2014 7:06am
A Virgin Departed
As I sit here and wait,
Im in an anxious state,
The door bell rings,
Im not used to these things,
But I brace myself,
Ready to face fear itself,
Step by step I approach the door,
Thump by thump ,my heart I cant ignore,
The knob has been twisted, the door I swing open,
There stands my date, her name: MaryLyn,
Its two hours later,
We downed shots of yaeger,
The mood gets less tense,
Let the romance commence,
Its one hour later, She sits on my lap,
Oh my goodness, may there be no mishap,
Nine hours later I hear birds chirping ,...
Im in an anxious state,
The door bell rings,
Im not used to these things,
But I brace myself,
Ready to face fear itself,
Step by step I approach the door,
Thump by thump ,my heart I cant ignore,
The knob has been twisted, the door I swing open,
There stands my date, her name: MaryLyn,
Its two hours later,
We downed shots of yaeger,
The mood gets less tense,
Let the romance commence,
Its one hour later, She sits on my lap,
Oh my goodness, may there be no mishap,
Nine hours later I hear birds chirping ,...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 5:57am
23rd Oct 2014 5:57am
All my friends are memories
Alone on my bed I lay,
I shut my eyes,in my head I play,
I play all my memories of all my friends,
This is becoming a dreadful trend,
I dread to open my eyes again,
For then all my friends would be gone yet again,
And then ill sit and look around,
None of my friends , are yet to be found,
I say to myself , one must be coming,
Time and time , my hope leads to nothing,
I shut my eyes and replay the memories
I realize the memories are now my enemies,
Then I accept the fact, I have no friends,
This is becoming a dreadful trend.
I shut my eyes,in my head I play,
I play all my memories of all my friends,
This is becoming a dreadful trend,
I dread to open my eyes again,
For then all my friends would be gone yet again,
And then ill sit and look around,
None of my friends , are yet to be found,
I say to myself , one must be coming,
Time and time , my hope leads to nothing,
I shut my eyes and replay the memories
I realize the memories are now my enemies,
Then I accept the fact, I have no friends,
This is becoming a dreadful trend.
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