Submissions by BoFantastic
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry for fun. It is one of my many graces. I like poetry because it is a great way to express emotions and ideas. Thank you.
ANGER POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 6:08am
21st Feb 2015 6:08am
An Ocean Of Lions
no more shall I
turn the other cheek
rather than respond swiftly
I will wait a week
I am far too violent for this world
far more violent than any animal in the wild
where did I get this hot temper, this fire style?
I fear I cannot control this volcano inside me
I know too well how to hurt somebody quickly
where did I develop these instincts, it scares me
I will not apologize for this blood lust
where did I get this gorilla elephant strength?
patience, wisdom, an ocean of lions
patience, wisdom, the science of fighting
my blood lust...
turn the other cheek
rather than respond swiftly
I will wait a week
I am far too violent for this world
far more violent than any animal in the wild
where did I get this hot temper, this fire style?
I fear I cannot control this volcano inside me
I know too well how to hurt somebody quickly
where did I develop these instincts, it scares me
I will not apologize for this blood lust
where did I get this gorilla elephant strength?
patience, wisdom, an ocean of lions
patience, wisdom, the science of fighting
my blood lust...
874 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2015 6:08am
8th Feb 2015 6:08am
Bestow A Blessing Before The Bow Breaks
I feel I don't have a life line to a higher power
like everybody else living sweet, but me,
I'm living sour
I don't feel my blood being brave like it used to
how come when I was a kid I had no fear, but now,
now I shed some of the most cowardly tears.
I want to know if some force, some power loves me
or am I alone, drowning in this sophisticated misery.
I haven't been touched for a long time
I try to reach out for love and affection, but my
fire keeps getting put out by trying.
I wish I had a life line to a higher power,
to bestow me a blessing...
like everybody else living sweet, but me,
I'm living sour
I don't feel my blood being brave like it used to
how come when I was a kid I had no fear, but now,
now I shed some of the most cowardly tears.
I want to know if some force, some power loves me
or am I alone, drowning in this sophisticated misery.
I haven't been touched for a long time
I try to reach out for love and affection, but my
fire keeps getting put out by trying.
I wish I had a life line to a higher power,
to bestow me a blessing...
712 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2014 10:49pm
7th Dec 2014 10:49pm
on the tips of them toes
I want a different destiny
not the one that's been confronting me
something more spiritual
practical and slightly fearful
to keep me on my tips
to keep me on my toes
if nobody has done it before
then let me be the first
to know
give me a destiny that keeps me
on the tips
of them toes
not the one that's been confronting me
something more spiritual
practical and slightly fearful
to keep me on my tips
to keep me on my toes
if nobody has done it before
then let me be the first
to know
give me a destiny that keeps me
on the tips
of them toes
692 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Nov 2014 7:04am
12th Nov 2014 7:04am
F.T.F.O
don't just stand there gawking
put your fists to face
don't just make a mockery
turn the twenty four positions
of tai chi and unlace
your fury
don't just bark your walk
put air to your fire instead
and let me know where you stand
are you a mouse in a house
or a god in a man
you think I play with fire
without carrying water
come test me
come
Find The Fuck Out
put your fists to face
don't just make a mockery
turn the twenty four positions
of tai chi and unlace
your fury
don't just bark your walk
put air to your fire instead
and let me know where you stand
are you a mouse in a house
or a god in a man
you think I play with fire
without carrying water
come test me
come
Find The Fuck Out
804 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2014 6:45pm
6th Nov 2014 6:45pm
days of yonder porkizzle
dipple my stipple and tripple my quiddle
every day is a martyr to the fripple
fray of frowning foam
oceans are alone
swimming in fish
stones fall from the sizzle drizzle
left with a pizzle to flip over the mizzle
how can the sun rise after the moon's demise
over the hills and under the whizzle
reign the babble doop that stabble stoop
the unquenchable porkizzle
every day is a martyr to the fripple
fray of frowning foam
oceans are alone
swimming in fish
stones fall from the sizzle drizzle
left with a pizzle to flip over the mizzle
how can the sun rise after the moon's demise
over the hills and under the whizzle
reign the babble doop that stabble stoop
the unquenchable porkizzle
648 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2014 4:29pm
4th Nov 2014 4:29pm
a dark feather falls
feather of darkness falling from sky's grace
descending to intervene in between
a man's path toward destiny displaced
fortune protects intimately unseen
courage cleansed water's fiery beauty
healed in the glow of tender lightning hum
the vision of fine kingdom beats truly
the past retreats in cowardice numbed drum
and the future now armed with sword and shield
finds mercy in hearts that sing victory
heaven and help align in favor appeal
to obliterate stubborn misery
when a feather falls in your presence flee
all manner of wicked time...
descending to intervene in between
a man's path toward destiny displaced
fortune protects intimately unseen
courage cleansed water's fiery beauty
healed in the glow of tender lightning hum
the vision of fine kingdom beats truly
the past retreats in cowardice numbed drum
and the future now armed with sword and shield
finds mercy in hearts that sing victory
heaven and help align in favor appeal
to obliterate stubborn misery
when a feather falls in your presence flee
all manner of wicked time...
576 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
1st Nov 2014 5:16pm
1st Nov 2014 5:16pm
the raven seeks justice
the raven returns to find his nest ruffled
the eagle has left him a message
get out of town
the raven is not amused
the eagle has left him a message
get out of town
the raven is not amused
638 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2014 5:46pm
30th Oct 2014 5:46pm
smokeless fire
glowing in the dark
an aura of splendor
time cannot forget
this fire
an aura of splendor
time cannot forget
this fire
544 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2014 2:38am
30th Oct 2014 2:38am
superman
the doctor called
my blood is not regular
I won't die of old age
my blood is not regular
I won't die of old age
565 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
26th Oct 2014 6:30pm
26th Oct 2014 6:30pm
the hammer is hidden
the guns are drawn
the knives are sharp
your fangs are right
as razors
but my hammer is hidden
you look for weakness
I look only to be forgiven
words are my weapons
bullets will fly
knives will cut
but my butterflies will land
my snowflakes will rest
where bullets and knives
cannot reach
where your flesh cannot speak
my hammer is hidden
and you
just walked into
a hurricane of hurt
the knives are sharp
your fangs are right
as razors
but my hammer is hidden
you look for weakness
I look only to be forgiven
words are my weapons
bullets will fly
knives will cut
but my butterflies will land
my snowflakes will rest
where bullets and knives
cannot reach
where your flesh cannot speak
my hammer is hidden
and you
just walked into
a hurricane of hurt
774 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 6:12pm
23rd Oct 2014 6:12pm
landmines
tip toeing
not knowing
where the snakes sleep
nervous weary
every step death's teeth
every breath death reaps
the forest the trees
the dark wind cool breeze
the perilous path of refugees
walking on sacred ground
hoping not to step
on roses that scream
not knowing
where the snakes sleep
nervous weary
every step death's teeth
every breath death reaps
the forest the trees
the dark wind cool breeze
the perilous path of refugees
walking on sacred ground
hoping not to step
on roses that scream
714 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 7:08am
22nd Oct 2014 7:08am
stone henge
when the water touches my toes
like flies falls the crows
they sense the shift in seasons
the time to quit begins
telling time by casting shadows
these stones remind me
of candles
if they fell
where will the time go
castles
without hope
castles
standing alone
like flies falls the crows
they sense the shift in seasons
the time to quit begins
telling time by casting shadows
these stones remind me
of candles
if they fell
where will the time go
castles
without hope
castles
standing alone
650 reads
2 Comments
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