Submissions by Dead_Dove
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The Reincarnation of the Dove
DARK POEM
Published
29th Dec 2014 4:20pm
29th Dec 2014 4:20pm
Sponge
The dark river of life
flowing out of his empty eyes,
fills me with energy.
Seeing his soul shrink,
like my phallus when I see an ugly woman,
makes my soul feel large again.
If one loses life energy,
I gain it.
Is this a blessing,
or a curse?
flowing out of his empty eyes,
fills me with energy.
Seeing his soul shrink,
like my phallus when I see an ugly woman,
makes my soul feel large again.
If one loses life energy,
I gain it.
Is this a blessing,
or a curse?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2014 4:48pm
23rd Dec 2014 4:48pm
Squirrel
The red of his fur,
in a fierce battle
with the green of the grass,
pierces my eyes with the utter most joy.
His joy reaches my heart,
and I feel happy again.
Happy.
in a fierce battle
with the green of the grass,
pierces my eyes with the utter most joy.
His joy reaches my heart,
and I feel happy again.
Happy.
527 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2014 5:49pm
22nd Dec 2014 5:49pm
Theïsmal
How is it possible,
to have no belief.
How is it possible,
to live without guidance.
But all the wars,
all the blood spilled,
by our religions.
Was it worth it?
Is it worth it?
We will never know,
because we , humans,
can not live
without belief
to have no belief.
How is it possible,
to live without guidance.
But all the wars,
all the blood spilled,
by our religions.
Was it worth it?
Is it worth it?
We will never know,
because we , humans,
can not live
without belief
629 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2014 5:43pm
22nd Dec 2014 5:43pm
Candy
The flying trees around me ,
are dripping with silver apples.
I chase after the ghosts,
of memories of the past.
Not feeling the deep dark crevice, the ground suddenly disappeared from under my wings.
Sometimes it takes something bad to realize your true abilities.
Flying up to the golden skies,
I am blinded by a majestical horse.
Death is the rider.
How can such a dark god be so beautiful?
Darkness surrounds my body,
crimson crows picking at my face,
Such sweet pain
Like eating sharp candy
are dripping with silver apples.
I chase after the ghosts,
of memories of the past.
Not feeling the deep dark crevice, the ground suddenly disappeared from under my wings.
Sometimes it takes something bad to realize your true abilities.
Flying up to the golden skies,
I am blinded by a majestical horse.
Death is the rider.
How can such a dark god be so beautiful?
Darkness surrounds my body,
crimson crows picking at my face,
Such sweet pain
Like eating sharp candy
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Dec 2014 9:46am
21st Dec 2014 9:46am
New Life
The golden fluids,
flowing down her lower thighs,
taste so warm,
like the sun on a summer day.
The texture of her lips,
so soft,
so wet,
makes me feel like a young boy again.
The curvature of her breasts,
her hips,
like the waves of the great oceans.
The warmth,
of her body,
inside.
As the heat rises,
I reach the apex of enjoyment.
My swarm of seedlings
reaches her inner self,
creating new life.
flowing down her lower thighs,
taste so warm,
like the sun on a summer day.
The texture of her lips,
so soft,
so wet,
makes me feel like a young boy again.
The curvature of her breasts,
her hips,
like the waves of the great oceans.
The warmth,
of her body,
inside.
As the heat rises,
I reach the apex of enjoyment.
My swarm of seedlings
reaches her inner self,
creating new life.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2014 9:37am
21st Dec 2014 9:37am
Spiritual Shit
As the gods transcend from the depths of the Tartaros,
I see no evil, looking up to the golden skies.
The darkness, to be banished, is long gone, before I fall.
What place have the times gone to?
What time have we gone to?
If we knew, we would not be here.
I see no evil, looking up to the golden skies.
The darkness, to be banished, is long gone, before I fall.
What place have the times gone to?
What time have we gone to?
If we knew, we would not be here.
601 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Dec 2014 1:57pm
20th Dec 2014 1:57pm
Laws
The deep blue of the seas,
the red blood of the battles of old,
the green glow of the ancient forests,
Or the blinding light of the starfilled sky.
Nothing could touch her beauty.
The way the wind flows over her hair, her face.
The way she could bring any man down to his knees.
The way she made me smile, every hour of every day.
Every memory.
Such a pity,
why does it always have to end this way,
the laws of this universe are just too cruel for us.
We will meet again, in another world, another time.
Goodbye,
my love
the red blood of the battles of old,
the green glow of the ancient forests,
Or the blinding light of the starfilled sky.
Nothing could touch her beauty.
The way the wind flows over her hair, her face.
The way she could bring any man down to his knees.
The way she made me smile, every hour of every day.
Every memory.
Such a pity,
why does it always have to end this way,
the laws of this universe are just too cruel for us.
We will meet again, in another world, another time.
Goodbye,
my love
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2014 1:44pm
20th Dec 2014 1:44pm
Inside
The light is always
surrounded by darkness
Every pixel of hope
is a lonely dot
in this silent sentence.
When i look into the void
I see no light
No hope
Only grey
When I look up
to the skies,
The rays are blocked
by the grey
of the growing clouds.
But there still is light,
all you have to do
is to look
Inside
surrounded by darkness
Every pixel of hope
is a lonely dot
in this silent sentence.
When i look into the void
I see no light
No hope
Only grey
When I look up
to the skies,
The rays are blocked
by the grey
of the growing clouds.
But there still is light,
all you have to do
is to look
Inside
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Dec 2014 8:22pm
19th Dec 2014 8:22pm
Choices
Complaining is the last
I should worry for,
Two choices,
Both the wrong one,
Both the right one.
Trapped in a bath of ambrosia,
Drowning in happiness.
I should worry for,
Two choices,
Both the wrong one,
Both the right one.
Trapped in a bath of ambrosia,
Drowning in happiness.
509 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2014 8:12pm
19th Dec 2014 8:12pm
Self-Portrait
Whatever happens
the love stays
the feeling comes again
memories
The things done
can not be undone
a dead-end circle
the feeling stays
memories
I hate you
for loving me
and you hate me
for loving you
memories
the feelings still stays
when i look into the mirror
the love stays
the feeling comes again
memories
The things done
can not be undone
a dead-end circle
the feeling stays
memories
I hate you
for loving me
and you hate me
for loving you
memories
the feelings still stays
when i look into the mirror
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