Submissions by Charmaine18 (NONNI14)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
An amateur. Learning. Understanding. Craving. Blending. I'm trying to find myself in writing. Any healthy advice would be appreciated. xxx
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 3:57pm
18th Sep 2013 3:57pm
Novels and Magic Touches
She tears out the pages of
her heart and writes novels
of her life.
Novels so long, she runs out of paper.
She meets a writer.
They converse.
They smile.
Laugh.
Touch.
She has no doubt she's found the
pages she ran out of,
And just like that,
her novels are his too.
her heart and writes novels
of her life.
Novels so long, she runs out of paper.
She meets a writer.
They converse.
They smile.
Laugh.
Touch.
She has no doubt she's found the
pages she ran out of,
And just like that,
her novels are his too.
549 reads
15 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 2:09pm
18th Sep 2013 2:09pm
I Come Alive In The Dance Studio
I'm a dancer
When I walk into the broad four-walled
studio
Filled with an emptiness that curses
at the arrival of my happy feet
I smile
Because I know something's been waiting
for me
It's been waiting for me to show
Emotions with no one else in the room
Hoping I fall and stop the racket
for a while,
But no
When the boom box is on display
Bursting with beats
deafening to the ear
The mirrors quaker
Shattering in glasses of millions
'Cause my feet have hit the mark
And when the mirrors mend themselves...
When I walk into the broad four-walled
studio
Filled with an emptiness that curses
at the arrival of my happy feet
I smile
Because I know something's been waiting
for me
It's been waiting for me to show
Emotions with no one else in the room
Hoping I fall and stop the racket
for a while,
But no
When the boom box is on display
Bursting with beats
deafening to the ear
The mirrors quaker
Shattering in glasses of millions
'Cause my feet have hit the mark
And when the mirrors mend themselves...
657 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2013 7:49pm
17th Sep 2013 7:49pm
Marching To Their Own Death
Fists in the air
Hopeful but angry faces
Chanting words of despair
Dark lips singing words of
freedom
Eyes stale
Feet knocking loudly with a
Thousand beats from different
Bodies
Marching down Vilakazi Street
They sang
Banners conveying hate
Oppression written in the blood of their hands
And here they stand,
A pack - a flock,
Chained together by an invisible force
A force so powerful
But not powerful enough to keep
The next boy breathing out of
A gunshot
Not powerful enough to bring them
All back to life
Hopeful but angry faces
Chanting words of despair
Dark lips singing words of
freedom
Eyes stale
Feet knocking loudly with a
Thousand beats from different
Bodies
Marching down Vilakazi Street
They sang
Banners conveying hate
Oppression written in the blood of their hands
And here they stand,
A pack - a flock,
Chained together by an invisible force
A force so powerful
But not powerful enough to keep
The next boy breathing out of
A gunshot
Not powerful enough to bring them
All back to life
566 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 4:59pm
16th Sep 2013 4:59pm
Let's Call It 50/50
Standing before you
Looking into your eyes
Trying to grab any happy memory
Still stored in you
I smile
Hoping that if I give you a
Written story in my smile
That you, too, will give me tears
To match my unsaid novel of pain
Looking into your eyes
Trying to grab any happy memory
Still stored in you
I smile
Hoping that if I give you a
Written story in my smile
That you, too, will give me tears
To match my unsaid novel of pain
685 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 11:15am
16th Sep 2013 11:15am
Alphabetic Risks.
Risks.
I take terrible, divergent risks
They get me into trouble, yes
They elevate me a step higher
They bury me six feet under until I resurrect
Only to appease myself with another risk
My pen is at risk
It's at risk of experiencing acerbic memories
Memories that have gulped me
And spit me out like I was sour milk
These memories have left me sprawled
Onto rough surfaces grinding my skin
Until soft tissue makes its way to my delicate surface
My pen will cry as I have
It will bleed as I have
Scribble vulgar words
And...
I take terrible, divergent risks
They get me into trouble, yes
They elevate me a step higher
They bury me six feet under until I resurrect
Only to appease myself with another risk
My pen is at risk
It's at risk of experiencing acerbic memories
Memories that have gulped me
And spit me out like I was sour milk
These memories have left me sprawled
Onto rough surfaces grinding my skin
Until soft tissue makes its way to my delicate surface
My pen will cry as I have
It will bleed as I have
Scribble vulgar words
And...
658 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 00:13am
15th Sep 2013 00:13am
Let Me
I will love you -
With all that I am and
With all that I've learned
With all that I am and
With all that I've learned
744 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2013 4:19pm
14th Sep 2013 4:19pm
First and Last Love.
Now I know I'm only eighteen,
But the mind does not have a
limit to provoking thoughts sealed
deep down to the
basement of your heart.
I never had a first love,
But I want my first love to not wear a cape,
But to just come undone
I could fix him up myself,
Dust the dustiest corners
of his heart,
Stash away the alcohol he
acquaints himself with,
And kiss the tenderness of his lips
with the utmost perfection.
I wanna make love to him
with the deepest sincerity,
Let the sun create a silhouette
of my body as...
But the mind does not have a
limit to provoking thoughts sealed
deep down to the
basement of your heart.
I never had a first love,
But I want my first love to not wear a cape,
But to just come undone
I could fix him up myself,
Dust the dustiest corners
of his heart,
Stash away the alcohol he
acquaints himself with,
And kiss the tenderness of his lips
with the utmost perfection.
I wanna make love to him
with the deepest sincerity,
Let the sun create a silhouette
of my body as...
#love
#teens
#romantic #FirstLove
#romantic #FirstLove
906 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2013 2:29pm
14th Sep 2013 2:29pm
Grazed Knees
She had just grazed her knees
She took the whole walk home, limping
Looking lifeless and saddened,
As though the pieces of her skin
scraped by that hot tar, were bits of
Her soul left behind
When she got home,
She hid her grazed knees
And sat, blankly, retracing why
She felt dizzy after her fall
Hoping Mommy won't see her scars
And scowl at her again
For being careless
Propping up,
She straightened her posture
And walked back to the place she had
Scraped her knees,
The place she found comfort,
Where she felt...
She took the whole walk home, limping
Looking lifeless and saddened,
As though the pieces of her skin
scraped by that hot tar, were bits of
Her soul left behind
When she got home,
She hid her grazed knees
And sat, blankly, retracing why
She felt dizzy after her fall
Hoping Mommy won't see her scars
And scowl at her again
For being careless
Propping up,
She straightened her posture
And walked back to the place she had
Scraped her knees,
The place she found comfort,
Where she felt...
630 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2013 5:37am
14th Sep 2013 5:37am
Nightmares.
I despise nightmares
I despise nights like these where I wake
Up with the need to release tears
I despise nights like these where my heart has
Lost count of its beats
I despise nights like these where
my fear can be grasped by the naked eye,
Floating around this dark room,
Caught by demons gratifying at my
time of weakness
Her scream was faint, but grew quiet
She had called for me to save her,
And I failed her.
Seeing her lying there, like that,
That will be my biggest fear
Thank God, it was a dream...
I...
I despise nights like these where I wake
Up with the need to release tears
I despise nights like these where my heart has
Lost count of its beats
I despise nights like these where
my fear can be grasped by the naked eye,
Floating around this dark room,
Caught by demons gratifying at my
time of weakness
Her scream was faint, but grew quiet
She had called for me to save her,
And I failed her.
Seeing her lying there, like that,
That will be my biggest fear
Thank God, it was a dream...
I...
597 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Sep 2013 4:50pm
13th Sep 2013 4:50pm
Letter To My Dear Grandpa.
Dear Grandpa.
I miss you. Is heaven a good place ?
I suppose an eternal escape from earth serves a good will.
Traps the pains that solemly pained your heart.
The loss of a wife.
The loss of greedy children, walking Earth still.
Do you miss us ? Probably every day.
How shameful is it that we don't think
of you as much...do not punish us.
But see, I do think of you.
Maybe not everyday, but to spare my deeds,
I think of you.
I think of the unnatural blue eyes that captured a rusty soul.
I think of your round framed...
I miss you. Is heaven a good place ?
I suppose an eternal escape from earth serves a good will.
Traps the pains that solemly pained your heart.
The loss of a wife.
The loss of greedy children, walking Earth still.
Do you miss us ? Probably every day.
How shameful is it that we don't think
of you as much...do not punish us.
But see, I do think of you.
Maybe not everyday, but to spare my deeds,
I think of you.
I think of the unnatural blue eyes that captured a rusty soul.
I think of your round framed...
907 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Sep 2013 4:20pm
13th Sep 2013 4:20pm
Mahogany Stool of Memories
As I'm looking out to the fresh
signal of a Spring morning
I remember my younger years when
I'd gladly sit on Oupa's lap
I'd boast his round-rimmed spectacles
with my crescent smile
And he'd return it knowing it was just what I'd needed
Sitting on Oupa's lap I'd hear
soft murmuring from his lips
Nagging my ears to listen
Though I heard, I didn't really listen
"I can't hear you Oupa"
Whenever I said those words,
I'd feel his wrinkled face browse me
with worry
Reading my fazed out
expression looking over the...
signal of a Spring morning
I remember my younger years when
I'd gladly sit on Oupa's lap
I'd boast his round-rimmed spectacles
with my crescent smile
And he'd return it knowing it was just what I'd needed
Sitting on Oupa's lap I'd hear
soft murmuring from his lips
Nagging my ears to listen
Though I heard, I didn't really listen
"I can't hear you Oupa"
Whenever I said those words,
I'd feel his wrinkled face browse me
with worry
Reading my fazed out
expression looking over the...
576 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Sep 2013 7:58pm
12th Sep 2013 7:58pm
Serenity, please stay.
I climbed a lush hill today,
Smelled the mixture of dandelions and lilies,
The old bent trees by the river, a few feet away,
Sighed with relief at the exit of winter
I dazed at the rising of a sleepy sunrise.
I grasped serenity,
Smiled at the change of scenery,
And prayed for its eternity.
Smelled the mixture of dandelions and lilies,
The old bent trees by the river, a few feet away,
Sighed with relief at the exit of winter
I dazed at the rising of a sleepy sunrise.
I grasped serenity,
Smiled at the change of scenery,
And prayed for its eternity.
622 reads
12 Comments
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