Submissions by DecipherMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write poetry more than anything in the world. I even break my heart at times to see what words I can generate. I want to inspire deeper feelings. I write religious topics and pagan mythology along with violent happiness and depressed titillation
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2023 5:08pm
29th Nov 2023 5:08pm
Waiting for Clarity
Time will lift the eyes
above the clouds.
Vapors glaze over the lenses.
Blink, and crystals set in the corner of the lids.
It's hard to see through the clouds
what your sun will look like.
If you decide to grab a sun from behind the visor of the clouds,
you might catch a satellite
and be tossed on a circular flight in low orbit
'round, 'round the place to which you had fallen before.
But enough of earth and the feelings you felt.
You've made it far as the clouds.
Time will lift the eyes above the...
above the clouds.
Vapors glaze over the lenses.
Blink, and crystals set in the corner of the lids.
It's hard to see through the clouds
what your sun will look like.
If you decide to grab a sun from behind the visor of the clouds,
you might catch a satellite
and be tossed on a circular flight in low orbit
'round, 'round the place to which you had fallen before.
But enough of earth and the feelings you felt.
You've made it far as the clouds.
Time will lift the eyes above the...
#hope
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#confusion
#PersonalGrowth
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2023 11:08pm
9th Nov 2023 11:08pm
Pit of Pangs
If we leave a pit of pangs
for answers to unanswerable questions,
something will fill that pit and meet the pangs.
It won't be answers.
for answers to unanswerable questions,
something will fill that pit and meet the pangs.
It won't be answers.
#TruthOfLife
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2023 8:46am
14th Oct 2023 8:46am
Buds of Chance
Linum stem curls into a cloud,
undoes its florets for rainfall,
springs out a hand across fates,
then rolls its paths into one,
into cloud.
I see the cloud more than sun.
The wind whips against droplets.
With my tongue, I've tasted rain more than shine.
It tastes like linum.
Pulse.
The stems pulse.
The fibres didn't need to be open.
The flowers didn’t need to be closed.
We're lying on linen.
I don't know if it was the sun that was bad or the rain,
but the curling of the flax above...
undoes its florets for rainfall,
springs out a hand across fates,
then rolls its paths into one,
into cloud.
I see the cloud more than sun.
The wind whips against droplets.
With my tongue, I've tasted rain more than shine.
It tastes like linum.
Pulse.
The stems pulse.
The fibres didn't need to be open.
The flowers didn’t need to be closed.
We're lying on linen.
I don't know if it was the sun that was bad or the rain,
but the curling of the flax above...
#flowers
#nature
#fate #TruthOfLife
#fate #TruthOfLife
210 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2023 2:25am
5th Oct 2023 2:25am
Dream Lantern
Clock clicks.
Flick.
Ions riveting.
Now,
a candle wakes on a nascent day horizon.
The tussle of gurgling dreams in a plastic goal
ignites
at the click of a happening.
A flame unwhirls.
Catch, on the light
of a wick's edge,
a store of chance,
canna leaf dancing in a glass.
Flick.
Ions riveting.
Now,
a candle wakes on a nascent day horizon.
The tussle of gurgling dreams in a plastic goal
ignites
at the click of a happening.
A flame unwhirls.
Catch, on the light
of a wick's edge,
a store of chance,
canna leaf dancing in a glass.
#dreams
160 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2023 8:37pm
23rd Sep 2023 8:37pm
Psychosomatic Disentanglement
A war-frayed silo
rented out by flickering muses.
Trauma-bred neural chamber
toed through by passing persons.
Codes bleed the papers.
Amygdala arm casings litter the shed.
Morse sirens read S.O.S.
years after gaslight flare bombardment.
Spring to spruce it up,
more windows to an environment post-conflict.
The sun pours in
on a creature of trauma.
The writer puffs exhaust from typing
indecipherable compulsive script.
The eyes peeking in mirror the same...
rented out by flickering muses.
Trauma-bred neural chamber
toed through by passing persons.
Codes bleed the papers.
Amygdala arm casings litter the shed.
Morse sirens read S.O.S.
years after gaslight flare bombardment.
Spring to spruce it up,
more windows to an environment post-conflict.
The sun pours in
on a creature of trauma.
The writer puffs exhaust from typing
indecipherable compulsive script.
The eyes peeking in mirror the same...
#hope
#humankind
#PTSD
#SelfDiscovery
#acceptance
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2023 11:11pm
21st Sep 2023 11:11pm
New Records
Summery blankets of dough
kneaded over plates of sinking storm
scented in petrichor.
The rising illuminating competence
consummates tropical dreary.
Eating clouds is a pasttime.
The trees mellow.
I was a green man
with the face of a willow.
The fall maple invokes me.
I gush sap.
Sappy, sweet story.
In the sun, I am happy.
Feel me down.
The summery blankets of dough
taste better now.
The storm sinks from the face to the gulf.
In the late of the night,
I am...
kneaded over plates of sinking storm
scented in petrichor.
The rising illuminating competence
consummates tropical dreary.
Eating clouds is a pasttime.
The trees mellow.
I was a green man
with the face of a willow.
The fall maple invokes me.
I gush sap.
Sappy, sweet story.
In the sun, I am happy.
Feel me down.
The summery blankets of dough
taste better now.
The storm sinks from the face to the gulf.
In the late of the night,
I am...
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#surreal #PersonalGrowth
#surreal #PersonalGrowth
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2023 1:34am
20th Mar 2023 1:34am
Moving
Blunt streaks of sweat thumb-pressed across the buttoned collar—
white with a tinge mark of a proud scent.
Crinkling around the placket in a vice-grip
with hands ripping away.
Strings unwind their whitewater seam to the end where buttons pop out the mouth of flappy tails.
I'll take this shirt with me
from the body of the latest flop—
sewn and resewn for the form of the next attempt.
white with a tinge mark of a proud scent.
Crinkling around the placket in a vice-grip
with hands ripping away.
Strings unwind their whitewater seam to the end where buttons pop out the mouth of flappy tails.
I'll take this shirt with me
from the body of the latest flop—
sewn and resewn for the form of the next attempt.
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#inspirational #LifeGoals
#inspirational #LifeGoals
250 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jul 2022 2:57am
27th Jul 2022 2:57am
Vascular Refuse
Pack your heart and leave,"
The BPA sources arrhythmia,
the carrier bag I snagged shopping.
The arteries laser-welt to the plastic face
suffocate before the words of mouth.
Reaching out for a body
I tucked it from.
Having latched to another who pried off the parasite.
Having gained 40 pounds on return,
unpackaging and swallowing,
it falls like a stone.
Ah, vomit.
The acid reflux alerts the throat at attempt to gulp,
"Refuse."
Not reintegrating to the chest.
Blah.
"Pack...
The BPA sources arrhythmia,
the carrier bag I snagged shopping.
The arteries laser-welt to the plastic face
suffocate before the words of mouth.
Reaching out for a body
I tucked it from.
Having latched to another who pried off the parasite.
Having gained 40 pounds on return,
unpackaging and swallowing,
it falls like a stone.
Ah, vomit.
The acid reflux alerts the throat at attempt to gulp,
"Refuse."
Not reintegrating to the chest.
Blah.
"Pack...
#rejection
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2022 2:12am
1st Mar 2022 2:12am
Rhythmic Seam
Pressing a cloud flat,
stroke the puffed-up into string,
tune the hunger to bass.
stroke the puffed-up into string,
tune the hunger to bass.
#peace
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2021 6:46am
10th Dec 2021 6:46am
Woodwind Wonder
A fall of tacks and dice,
a ripping of paper.
The whirling wind upholsters the leaves in an upright spin.
They tuck by the tail and kick like a teapot.
Up, down, fold and around —
prep the grip on the mic
against the moratorium of a tumescent stand.
Shock to my lips — the words siphoned.
Like rafting whitewater,
an air runs from the bridge of that neck.
A tiger, lapping,
breeds relief of the days of asking.
a ripping of paper.
The whirling wind upholsters the leaves in an upright spin.
They tuck by the tail and kick like a teapot.
Up, down, fold and around —
prep the grip on the mic
against the moratorium of a tumescent stand.
Shock to my lips — the words siphoned.
Like rafting whitewater,
an air runs from the bridge of that neck.
A tiger, lapping,
breeds relief of the days of asking.
#romantic
#nature
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2021 2:02am
7th Oct 2021 2:02am
Cordon Sanitaire
The shade blights oppressive suns.
Here, in the shadow, the ultraviolence is powerless.
Yes, the blight infects. The bark creaks where only pricked for sap,
and the stem is mangled.
But
there is no Other.
That insurgent sky retreats from the ground
(along the rent runs the rain)
in shelter and mold.
The blight envelopes the grown as their real estate envelopes —
and nestles spry maggots like a cradle
away from the scorch
of the extraterrestrials that would invade
the Self.
We will persevere
in...
Here, in the shadow, the ultraviolence is powerless.
Yes, the blight infects. The bark creaks where only pricked for sap,
and the stem is mangled.
But
there is no Other.
That insurgent sky retreats from the ground
(along the rent runs the rain)
in shelter and mold.
The blight envelopes the grown as their real estate envelopes —
and nestles spry maggots like a cradle
away from the scorch
of the extraterrestrials that would invade
the Self.
We will persevere
in...
#identity
#politics
#philosophical
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2021 11:25pm
29th Sep 2021 11:25pm
Bohemian Engagement
Ever-growling blinds on faith.
Cocoons sheath the teal ray.
Son chipped from asphalt earth,
Woman clipped from fiberglass sky.
Leaves are not grown. They are taken
by those who can't remain.
Hardly an absent mind
is caught along the sparking circuit.
One at rest, one in will
generate force from mesmeric induction.
Quiet rocks are holy.
Rock burns to sheets ...
Cocoons sheath the teal ray.
Son chipped from asphalt earth,
Woman clipped from fiberglass sky.
Leaves are not grown. They are taken
by those who can't remain.
Hardly an absent mind
is caught along the sparking circuit.
One at rest, one in will
generate force from mesmeric induction.
Quiet rocks are holy.
Rock burns to sheets ...
#peace
#meditation
307 reads
4 Comments
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