Submissions by Brian_Riley96
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just a pencil without an eraser.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2022 10:28pm
7th Jun 2022 10:28pm
A plot in the flower bed of life.
Orchids surrounded by thistle.
Creativity and imagination hidden behind the face of labor.
People working in fields that are anything but.
Jobs, restaurants, houses they all keep us confined.
People trying their best just to get by
never enough even with efforts combined
People, who in dreaming someday might fly
Often come crashing down when their dreams do die
Creativity and imagination hidden behind the face of labor.
People working in fields that are anything but.
Jobs, restaurants, houses they all keep us confined.
People trying their best just to get by
never enough even with efforts combined
People, who in dreaming someday might fly
Often come crashing down when their dreams do die
#anxiety
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2022 11:21pm
6th Jan 2022 11:21pm
Pretty girl from Greenfield
I hear ya knockin
Oh I hear ya
Yes I hear ya knockin
I was trapped in my house.
Yes I was stuck and I couldn't escape
Till earl'y one mornin I opened the door
And I flew the coop
This chicken don't roost and he sure don't crow.
I opened the door, I finally let go.
I went a walkin.
Oh yeah I said I wenta walkin.
Down past the corner
Baby right up the street.
My feet met the pavement and my mind went to sleep
I went'a walkin
I didn't got bored seeing streets I already knew.
Cuz...
Oh I hear ya
Yes I hear ya knockin
I was trapped in my house.
Yes I was stuck and I couldn't escape
Till earl'y one mornin I opened the door
And I flew the coop
This chicken don't roost and he sure don't crow.
I opened the door, I finally let go.
I went a walkin.
Oh yeah I said I wenta walkin.
Down past the corner
Baby right up the street.
My feet met the pavement and my mind went to sleep
I went'a walkin
I didn't got bored seeing streets I already knew.
Cuz...
#love
#funny
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2022 8:45pm
4th Jan 2022 8:45pm
Retirement
Orchids surrounded by weeds and thistle.
Creativity and imagination hidden behind the face of labor.
People working in fields that are anything but.
Jobs, restaurants, houses they all keep us confined.
People trying their best just to get by
never enough even with efforts combined
People, who in dreaming someday might fly
Often come crashing down when their dreams do die
Creativity and imagination hidden behind the face of labor.
People working in fields that are anything but.
Jobs, restaurants, houses they all keep us confined.
People trying their best just to get by
never enough even with efforts combined
People, who in dreaming someday might fly
Often come crashing down when their dreams do die
#disappointment
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2022 8:30pm
4th Jan 2022 8:30pm
Summer just flew in
The birds are back it's that time of year
we're under attack and I am sorry my dear
it's the birds, the birds are back summer is here.
we're under attack and I am sorry my dear
it's the birds, the birds are back summer is here.
#summer
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2020 6:45am
10th Jul 2020 6:45am
Playing pretend
No you have to knock to wake me up"
"It resets the day"
Hoping they never forget or grow up
My neices, playing house
Creativity to spare with imagination abundant.
I watch them grow as I once did
There's a thought in my mind
I cling to it tight like a kite hugging the wind, never wanting to let go.
That one day she will knock to wake me up
I hope I haven't lost it.
How foreign a thing, to become an adult.
I shudder at the thought as I enter my room.
They...
"It resets the day"
Hoping they never forget or grow up
My neices, playing house
Creativity to spare with imagination abundant.
I watch them grow as I once did
There's a thought in my mind
I cling to it tight like a kite hugging the wind, never wanting to let go.
That one day she will knock to wake me up
I hope I haven't lost it.
How foreign a thing, to become an adult.
I shudder at the thought as I enter my room.
They...
#children
#family
#memories
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jun 2020 8:34am
19th Jun 2020 8:34am
Down with the ship
I am empty when your heart aches.
Yet selfishly I capitalize when your heart breaks.
Love often seems an up hill battle.
Darlin loving you was "rough in the saddle"
Plenty of fish in the sea so they say.
An endless ocean of choices and chances.
But of all the ladies to make my day.
I miss all our awkward glances.
Isn't it sad, losing grip?
Or staying on a sinking ship?
You don't stay for fear of drowning.
No an urge to hold on...
Yet selfishly I capitalize when your heart breaks.
Love often seems an up hill battle.
Darlin loving you was "rough in the saddle"
Plenty of fish in the sea so they say.
An endless ocean of choices and chances.
But of all the ladies to make my day.
I miss all our awkward glances.
Isn't it sad, losing grip?
Or staying on a sinking ship?
You don't stay for fear of drowning.
No an urge to hold on...
#hurt
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2020 3:36pm
23rd Jan 2020 3:36pm
A weight lifted
The energy that once filled my body with vigor has long subsided.
The only pump I get is my heart beating against my rib cage like a tidal wave.
Struggling, as do I, to rack the weight.
Don't get me started on these legs that tumble beneath me as I run.
Where once I ran marathons I now stumble like a man well spirited.
Lately the only laps I've ran have been to the refrigerator.
I stand as I watch my body fall into disrepair.
motivation has been replaced with a day of rest.
Sometimes it isn't just...
The only pump I get is my heart beating against my rib cage like a tidal wave.
Struggling, as do I, to rack the weight.
Don't get me started on these legs that tumble beneath me as I run.
Where once I ran marathons I now stumble like a man well spirited.
Lately the only laps I've ran have been to the refrigerator.
I stand as I watch my body fall into disrepair.
motivation has been replaced with a day of rest.
Sometimes it isn't just...
#escape
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2019 5:47am
31st Jan 2019 5:47am
Notification
One day I'll answer my phone and my heart won't race for you.
It's been a year and still the stitches in my chest RIP everytime I get a text.
Yesterday it was standing in the chow line.
Today it was sweat dripping down my brow line.
I had diabetes longer than I had you.
so why do I check my phone more than my sugar?
Maybe one day I'll actually message dad back.
In the end I guess people can change.
Today my phone was the one that died and I've never felt more alive.
It's been a year and still the stitches in my chest RIP everytime I get a text.
Yesterday it was standing in the chow line.
Today it was sweat dripping down my brow line.
I had diabetes longer than I had you.
so why do I check my phone more than my sugar?
Maybe one day I'll actually message dad back.
In the end I guess people can change.
Today my phone was the one that died and I've never felt more alive.
#loneliness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2019 5:38am
8th Jan 2019 5:38am
Drink until you finish.
An oldy but a goody.
For what is a buzz without a woody?
Yeah I'm talking beer and jerky.
For what is a buzz without a woody?
Yeah I'm talking beer and jerky.
#lust
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2018 9:06pm
11th Nov 2018 9:06pm
Laughing at the dead
Services at the church and visitors one after another.
Services at the church and family sure to follow.
These monsters in human skin.
All here to mourn my departed mother.
But so it goes making a living only to die.
Even a tree long dead couldn't be more hollow.
Better quiet down now the minister is talking of sin.
The voices I hear chase me out of my head.
Voices belonging to "saints" crookeder than a witchin stick.
Once more you are lying in a casket.
A dark mahogany stain is how I...
Services at the church and family sure to follow.
These monsters in human skin.
All here to mourn my departed mother.
But so it goes making a living only to die.
Even a tree long dead couldn't be more hollow.
Better quiet down now the minister is talking of sin.
The voices I hear chase me out of my head.
Voices belonging to "saints" crookeder than a witchin stick.
Once more you are lying in a casket.
A dark mahogany stain is how I...
#death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2018 7:06pm
9th Nov 2018 7:06pm
Always you
I wanna get the taste of you out of my mouth.
I rinse and I rinse and I spit out my pride
Still you remain and in plain sight you hide.
I see you in the way I fiddle with my hands.
Waiting for you to ask why I'm nervous.
But you arent there, nobody is.
And I'm not nervous, no, I am sad.
Even for this I apologize.
Waiting for you to scold me and tell me I apologize too much.
I grew accustomed to every night on the phone.
You are my only speed dial, but tonight I'm left alone.
I rinse and I rinse and I spit out my pride
Still you remain and in plain sight you hide.
I see you in the way I fiddle with my hands.
Waiting for you to ask why I'm nervous.
But you arent there, nobody is.
And I'm not nervous, no, I am sad.
Even for this I apologize.
Waiting for you to scold me and tell me I apologize too much.
I grew accustomed to every night on the phone.
You are my only speed dial, but tonight I'm left alone.
#ILoveYou
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Nov 2018 6:24pm
9th Nov 2018 6:24pm
Pour it out
From ohio to Kentucky and Tennessee.
Just a few of the places for you and me.
In Ohio it was watching tv on the couch like M.A.S.H.
Kentucky was business as usual at morehead.
And when the bus interrupted looking like wewere gonna smash !
And of course nashville.
Waking with you every morning.
You wouldnt talk, but boy did you have bed head.
Those were the places I fell in love even if we were losing parts of ourselves along the way.
I remember telling you that all of my poetry was...
Just a few of the places for you and me.
In Ohio it was watching tv on the couch like M.A.S.H.
Kentucky was business as usual at morehead.
And when the bus interrupted looking like wewere gonna smash !
And of course nashville.
Waking with you every morning.
You wouldnt talk, but boy did you have bed head.
Those were the places I fell in love even if we were losing parts of ourselves along the way.
I remember telling you that all of my poetry was...
#love
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