Submissions by D_M0ndE99
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't fall under any label, I like to write about everything and anything. Draw my inspiration from God and the the world around me. I like to write about God, the devil, supernatural to everyday things.
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 4:22pm
24th Feb 2014 4:22pm
I'll be your Mr. Right
I can be your man
I can be your Knight
but to you
I'm not fitting
in your sight.
I can share your love,
your interests,
your passions.
I can be everything
to you ,
I can be everything
you need,
I can be everything
you want
but in your eyes
I'm not Mr. Right.
I try to be your perfect man,
I try to be your perfect Knight,
I try to be Mr. Right
but I'm not deemed worthy
to be in your sight.
I can be your Knight
but to you
I'm not fitting
in your sight.
I can share your love,
your interests,
your passions.
I can be everything
to you ,
I can be everything
you need,
I can be everything
you want
but in your eyes
I'm not Mr. Right.
I try to be your perfect man,
I try to be your perfect Knight,
I try to be Mr. Right
but I'm not deemed worthy
to be in your sight.
686 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 4:17pm
24th Feb 2014 4:17pm
I, a Knight
I live to fight
I live to love.
Life is not worth living,
not without love.
I walked the earth
to and thro,
searching,
looking for my love.
I, a knight
and she, my lady---
She is my life
my quest.
I live to serve
and protect her.
I, a king,
and she, my Queen--
I shall love her
and treat her like royalty.
I live to love.
Life is not worth living,
not without love.
I walked the earth
to and thro,
searching,
looking for my love.
I, a knight
and she, my lady---
She is my life
my quest.
I live to serve
and protect her.
I, a king,
and she, my Queen--
I shall love her
and treat her like royalty.
547 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2014 8:36pm
21st Feb 2014 8:36pm
Forget the Pain
The pain that I know,
refuses to let go,
I don't want it to go.
For it is my pain,
it shapes me,
it molds me,
it makes me
who and what I am.
Yet I am not defined
by demons,
I am defined
by my shadow.
As long as I remember
the light,
the day,
I will remember
the darkness,
the night.
Everyone says that's not
right
but they don't understand,
once you forget the pain,
you will forget the lesson,
you will become a weaker person.
refuses to let go,
I don't want it to go.
For it is my pain,
it shapes me,
it molds me,
it makes me
who and what I am.
Yet I am not defined
by demons,
I am defined
by my shadow.
As long as I remember
the light,
the day,
I will remember
the darkness,
the night.
Everyone says that's not
right
but they don't understand,
once you forget the pain,
you will forget the lesson,
you will become a weaker person.
609 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Feb 2014 6:39pm
20th Feb 2014 6:39pm
The Dark Place
The dark place
that I came from
never leaves me.
It cast a big shadow.
I see visions
of demons.
Everywhere that I
looked,
everywhere that I
turned,
everywhere that I
see,
all that I see
are shadows,
and demons.
What the eye sees,
it stays,
shadows stay,
darken the eyes,
darken the mind,
darken the soul.
The dark place
that I came from
never leaves.
It cast a big shadow
over me,
my soul.
Marked.
It scars the eyes
and the mind.
It marred the soul.
that I came from
never leaves me.
It cast a big shadow.
I see visions
of demons.
Everywhere that I
looked,
everywhere that I
turned,
everywhere that I
see,
all that I see
are shadows,
and demons.
What the eye sees,
it stays,
shadows stay,
darken the eyes,
darken the mind,
darken the soul.
The dark place
that I came from
never leaves.
It cast a big shadow
over me,
my soul.
Marked.
It scars the eyes
and the mind.
It marred the soul.
588 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 10:23pm
14th Feb 2014 10:23pm
Man and Stars
The stars looked down
on man and laugh.
For they hear of man's
ideas---their myths
about how to get to heaven.
They fashion paradise
in their minds
and the stars mocked them.
Do the stars acknowledge
man and his ideas of religion?
No.
Even if one descends
among the ants
and points to the truth
will man listen,
will he care?
No,
he will fall
for a fallen star
that tells him what he
wants to believe.
The heavens looked down
on man and laugh,
for they are making
fools out of themselves,
to get...
on man and laugh.
For they hear of man's
ideas---their myths
about how to get to heaven.
They fashion paradise
in their minds
and the stars mocked them.
Do the stars acknowledge
man and his ideas of religion?
No.
Even if one descends
among the ants
and points to the truth
will man listen,
will he care?
No,
he will fall
for a fallen star
that tells him what he
wants to believe.
The heavens looked down
on man and laugh,
for they are making
fools out of themselves,
to get...
488 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 10:20pm
14th Feb 2014 10:20pm
Sacrifice
I render my heart
and not my garments.
You wanted my love and mercy
not my sacrifices.
You wanted me to know you God
more than me making
burnt offerings
to you?
For you are not pleased with
my sacrifices.
The sacrifice you desire is a
broken spirit.
A repentant heart.
and not my garments.
You wanted my love and mercy
not my sacrifices.
You wanted me to know you God
more than me making
burnt offerings
to you?
For you are not pleased with
my sacrifices.
The sacrifice you desire is a
broken spirit.
A repentant heart.
619 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 9:56pm
10th Feb 2014 9:56pm
New Proverbs
As a mother
gives birth to a daughter
they become separate.
As a mother
is separated from her
daughter
as creation
is separated from
the creator.
A son shall
inherit his father's
spirit.
A son shall
inherit his father's
place.
The new shall replace
the old guard.
The young shall
learn from the old.
The son shall
become the father.
The daughter shall
become the mother.
The father shall
pass his knowledge
onto his son.
the mother shall...
gives birth to a daughter
they become separate.
As a mother
is separated from her
daughter
as creation
is separated from
the creator.
A son shall
inherit his father's
spirit.
A son shall
inherit his father's
place.
The new shall replace
the old guard.
The young shall
learn from the old.
The son shall
become the father.
The daughter shall
become the mother.
The father shall
pass his knowledge
onto his son.
the mother shall...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 9:51pm
10th Feb 2014 9:51pm
In Woe
When I'm in woe,
I write poetry.
When I'm in woe,
I write about my demons
in poetry.
When I'm in woe,
I write like Poe.
When I'm in woe,
I will write poetry.
When I'm in the dark,
I will write poetry.
It is my light.
When I'm facing death,
I will write poetry,
for it is my life.
When I'm in pain,
I will write poetry
for it is my relief.
When I'm in woe,
I will write blissful poetry
for it will lift my soul.
I write poetry.
When I'm in woe,
I write about my demons
in poetry.
When I'm in woe,
I write like Poe.
When I'm in woe,
I will write poetry.
When I'm in the dark,
I will write poetry.
It is my light.
When I'm facing death,
I will write poetry,
for it is my life.
When I'm in pain,
I will write poetry
for it is my relief.
When I'm in woe,
I will write blissful poetry
for it will lift my soul.
616 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 6:55pm
9th Feb 2014 6:55pm
My Regret
My only regret
in life
is not to fight
for my freedom,
for my country,
for my brothers.
Why should I stay
at home
in safety
when the bombs are
dropping
and my brothers are
fighting.
My only regret
is for not trying,
to be a soldier,
a hero,
a better person,
a better man.
My only regret
is for not trying.
To be tested,
to be put on trial,
to know what I am
made of.
Am I strong?
Am I brave?
Will I break?
Stones are strong
but they will eventually
crack.
Steel is strong...
in life
is not to fight
for my freedom,
for my country,
for my brothers.
Why should I stay
at home
in safety
when the bombs are
dropping
and my brothers are
fighting.
My only regret
is for not trying,
to be a soldier,
a hero,
a better person,
a better man.
My only regret
is for not trying.
To be tested,
to be put on trial,
to know what I am
made of.
Am I strong?
Am I brave?
Will I break?
Stones are strong
but they will eventually
crack.
Steel is strong...
647 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 6:55pm
9th Feb 2014 6:55pm
I feel like a fool
I feel like a fool
don't know what to do.
The journey
is not over
until the sunsets
on your death bed.
The job
is not done
until you punch out
lights out.
I feel like a fool
for I don't know
if I already crossed
the finish line.
Does anyone have the time?
Do I clock out
and hung up the cape?
don't know what to do.
The journey
is not over
until the sunsets
on your death bed.
The job
is not done
until you punch out
lights out.
I feel like a fool
for I don't know
if I already crossed
the finish line.
Does anyone have the time?
Do I clock out
and hung up the cape?
580 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
31st Jan 2014 7:01pm
31st Jan 2014 7:01pm
The Pain that I know
The pain that I know,
refuses to let go,
I don't want it to go.
For it is my pain,
it shapes me,
it molds me,
it makes me,
it makes me
who and what I am.
Yet I am not defined
by demons,
I am defined
by my shadow.
As long as I remember
the light,
the day,
I will remember
the darkness,
the night.
Everyone says that's not
right
but they don't understand,
once you forget the pain,
you will forget the lesson,
you will become a weaker person.
refuses to let go,
I don't want it to go.
For it is my pain,
it shapes me,
it molds me,
it makes me,
it makes me
who and what I am.
Yet I am not defined
by demons,
I am defined
by my shadow.
As long as I remember
the light,
the day,
I will remember
the darkness,
the night.
Everyone says that's not
right
but they don't understand,
once you forget the pain,
you will forget the lesson,
you will become a weaker person.
655 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2014 6:58pm
31st Jan 2014 6:58pm
Poetic Symmetry
Love and poetry
mix together
to make symmetry.
Sorrow and poetry
together make
a beautiful music.
Philosophy and poetry
can get you thinking.
Sex and poetry
goes together
like man and woman.
Pain and poetry
mix together
as blood and water.
God and poetry
go together
like body and soul.
Death and Poetry
go together
hand in hand
Love and poetry
mix together
to make symmetry.
History and poetry
walked together
in the same line. ...
mix together
to make symmetry.
Sorrow and poetry
together make
a beautiful music.
Philosophy and poetry
can get you thinking.
Sex and poetry
goes together
like man and woman.
Pain and poetry
mix together
as blood and water.
God and poetry
go together
like body and soul.
Death and Poetry
go together
hand in hand
Love and poetry
mix together
to make symmetry.
History and poetry
walked together
in the same line. ...
585 reads
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