Submissions by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Being self-centered is where balance is lost and you with it... -ed
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2019 4:12am
5th Apr 2019 4:12am
-close to your dark (Shamieka)
if I could love you all the way
not forever, just for today
I’d find a place close to your dark
and sit in silence with your stoic heart
no need to talk nor prayer to sing
my dear your dark is safe with me
for every twilight that wants to stay
I’ll love to love you all the way
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not forever, just for today
I’d find a place close to your dark
and sit in silence with your stoic heart
no need to talk nor prayer to sing
my dear your dark is safe with me
for every twilight that wants to stay
I’ll love to love you all the way
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#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Mar 2019 7:35am
10th Mar 2019 7:35am
-stand in the Sun (Shamieka)
a stoic heart largely unspoken
considered abandon by some
I could never ignore the way
looking at you has always felt
as if I’ve stepped from the shade
to stand in the Sun
blinded by intrinsic beauty
captured in warmth left unsung
a dawn to remember; a gift from above
even on the darkest of days
not matter what you might say
I can’t escape how deeply
I’ve fallen in love...
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considered abandon by some
I could never ignore the way
looking at you has always felt
as if I’ve stepped from the shade
to stand in the Sun
blinded by intrinsic beauty
captured in warmth left unsung
a dawn to remember; a gift from above
even on the darkest of days
not matter what you might say
I can’t escape how deeply
I’ve fallen in love...
-ed
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2019 1:59am
9th Mar 2019 1:59am
-the last rainbow (Shamieka)
she tastes like the last rainbow
to smile upon what’s left of me
as if the breadth of her being
alluded to flavors of fabled treasure
I’ve always dreamed I’d never find...
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to smile upon what’s left of me
as if the breadth of her being
alluded to flavors of fabled treasure
I’ve always dreamed I’d never find...
-ed
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2019 11:03pm
2nd Mar 2019 11:03pm
-a little bit broken (Shamieka)
she makes me believe
that if it were possible
for something to be perfect
it-would have to be at least
a little bit broken
-Ed
that if it were possible
for something to be perfect
it-would have to be at least
a little bit broken
-Ed
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2019 1:44am
25th Feb 2019 1:44am
-I’ve missed you for so long (Shamieka)
I hate when you’re mad at me
how it feels like I’ve woken up
from the best dream I’ve ever had
left wanting to fall back to sleep
so I can try and continue where I left off
you are so beautiful when you laugh
at my stupid jokes and I will never forget
sounds you make while I kiss you soft
as my body yearns to melt into yours
where our hearts can bleed together
and revenant stars may reunite
to help us find what’s been lost
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how it feels like I’ve woken up
from the best dream I’ve ever had
left wanting to fall back to sleep
so I can try and continue where I left off
you are so beautiful when you laugh
at my stupid jokes and I will never forget
sounds you make while I kiss you soft
as my body yearns to melt into yours
where our hearts can bleed together
and revenant stars may reunite
to help us find what’s been lost
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#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2018 11:00am
1st Jul 2018 11:00am
-one day in December (Leah)
her tall thoughts erase in moon-lit bareness
as lost as a young heart freshly broken
a new tide turns where there was to be no shore
undertow whispers, ode, the tremolo
a smile fades out of tune; a song remembered
of the Loon she would cry, until one day in December
as lost as a young heart freshly broken
a new tide turns where there was to be no shore
undertow whispers, ode, the tremolo
a smile fades out of tune; a song remembered
of the Loon she would cry, until one day in December
#death
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2018 1:23am
4th Apr 2018 1:23am
-a place called home
for I should not weep in despair, upon the path she would not walk; nor drown in familiar reverie always swept away by floods of selfishness come to pass, but instead just be there unconditionally
and if her heart forever longed to be lead astray in whatever darkness she braves alone, could I not still love her lost
like brighter days we used to remember as the rain fell so hard outside; we took for granted how lucky it is to have ever known the warmth and safety of a place called home
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and if her heart forever longed to be lead astray in whatever darkness she braves alone, could I not still love her lost
like brighter days we used to remember as the rain fell so hard outside; we took for granted how lucky it is to have ever known the warmth and safety of a place called home
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#love
#heartbroken
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2018 5:14pm
3rd Apr 2018 5:14pm
-the runner; twin flames
a gifted runner you may be, but
you can't hide from me anymore than
a clear night can pretend there are no stars in the sky; even if you were sunshine on a cloudy day I'd still feel your warmth through the greyness of burning haze, because anything that
stands between us is just an illusion
created by the egos mask of duality
in an effort to deceive us from the truth which is our oneness
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you can't hide from me anymore than
a clear night can pretend there are no stars in the sky; even if you were sunshine on a cloudy day I'd still feel your warmth through the greyness of burning haze, because anything that
stands between us is just an illusion
created by the egos mask of duality
in an effort to deceive us from the truth which is our oneness
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#spiritual
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2018 00:47am
29th Mar 2018 00:47am
-November smile (Leah)
I love the way her eyes chase laden thought into imagery, as she tries to understand which words resonate most in her motherly heart, for another season of death hides cradled in the breadth of her November smile...
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#mother
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Jan 2018 11:59pm
1st Jan 2018 11:59pm
-shooting star (Leah)
I found myself very comfortable in the warmth arrogance tends to provide, thinking I was this shooting star she was forgetting to wish upon; such an melancholy metaphor appropriately missing the beauty in some debris having one last go through the atmosphere; perhaps for no other reason than to give us a few seconds to believe in something more than ourselves
that’s how I felt last night when she smiled at me with more life than the cries of a thousand newborns on their third breath, as if it kept the same hope we’ve all held on to when we’d see what was once thought to be a...
that’s how I felt last night when she smiled at me with more life than the cries of a thousand newborns on their third breath, as if it kept the same hope we’ve all held on to when we’d see what was once thought to be a...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Oct 2017 3:01pm
27th Oct 2017 3:01pm
-rush hour daydream
we play hide and seek
in a closet half-empty
lights string dangles between;
as our desires sneak-up on us
like unwanted favors
and rush hour daydreams...
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in a closet half-empty
lights string dangles between;
as our desires sneak-up on us
like unwanted favors
and rush hour daydreams...
-ed
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2017 6:18am
22nd Aug 2017 6:18am
-heart of a thousand Suns
like the Peace Lily
which tends to blossom in the the shade
he still longs to feel the warmth
of rays only shone from the brightest stars
and the vibration of angelic sounds
unlocking secrets to his playful heart
and when she smiles it's as if
you've been kissed by ethereal light
from a thousand new Suns
born unafraid of the dark
unsung, her laugh, like a gentle serenade
carried upon the crest of rogue waves
that just wanted to escape the Moon's pull
long enough...
which tends to blossom in the the shade
he still longs to feel the warmth
of rays only shone from the brightest stars
and the vibration of angelic sounds
unlocking secrets to his playful heart
and when she smiles it's as if
you've been kissed by ethereal light
from a thousand new Suns
born unafraid of the dark
unsung, her laugh, like a gentle serenade
carried upon the crest of rogue waves
that just wanted to escape the Moon's pull
long enough...
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