Submissions by Dragonblood
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2024 9:15pm
10th Nov 2024 9:15pm
The Friends you have today
Cherish the friends you have on screen,
for soon they may be gone.
It's true, these words indeed apply
to poetry sites you're on.
With a click of my mouse, I looked around
to where I first did share.
Young-looking smiles appeared on screen,
but none I knew were there.
The lesson learned is friends disappear,
and some won't say goodbye.
I know this 'cause I'm a friend who left,
and I still can't remember why.
for soon they may be gone.
It's true, these words indeed apply
to poetry sites you're on.
With a click of my mouse, I looked around
to where I first did share.
Young-looking smiles appeared on screen,
but none I knew were there.
The lesson learned is friends disappear,
and some won't say goodbye.
I know this 'cause I'm a friend who left,
and I still can't remember why.
#WritingPoetry
64 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2024 3:34am
10th Nov 2024 3:34am
Beneath an Ominous Sky
Its throat roared,
a riotous rumble,
passing above the ruined rubble.
The funnel hung,
swiveled and swung,
licking its chops with a tawdry tongue.
Rolling, rumbling,
ferocious and foul,
it started with wind—then a hungry howl.
a riotous rumble,
passing above the ruined rubble.
The funnel hung,
swiveled and swung,
licking its chops with a tawdry tongue.
Rolling, rumbling,
ferocious and foul,
it started with wind—then a hungry howl.
#storm
67 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2024 3:26am
10th Nov 2024 3:26am
The Empty Red Seat
I remember rain tapping at the diner window. The smooth white table we sat at held ketchup, salt, and her mournful face cradled in the palm of her hand.
The menu appeared as eye-catching as a butterfly in the dark to her. Her dull eyes only scanned the cars outside, drifting by like weary clouds.
The checkered floor looked ready to fall one by one at the slightest push. But it was us who had fallen, each piece out of place through years of doubt and frustration.
In the past, our time together flew by, and any silence between us was fine. But this kind of...
The menu appeared as eye-catching as a butterfly in the dark to her. Her dull eyes only scanned the cars outside, drifting by like weary clouds.
The checkered floor looked ready to fall one by one at the slightest push. But it was us who had fallen, each piece out of place through years of doubt and frustration.
In the past, our time together flew by, and any silence between us was fine. But this kind of...
#breakup
48 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th Nov 2024 6:15pm
9th Nov 2024 6:15pm
The Ghost Train
My name is Glen Harper. When it comes to exercise, I love to walk. I've developed a routine that I do every day, and Ridgecrest Road, near where I live, is the perfect place to do it. It's quiet, and the scenic beauty is unbeatable.
Well, get this. One day, a half-mile down the road, behind thick trees where the old rusty abandoned rails sat, there moaned a chug-a-chug shuffle with a whistle's high-pitched squeal loud enough to wake the dead.
A train? Here? How could that be, I thought?
And yet, a train rolling behind those trees shook the ground like a small...
Well, get this. One day, a half-mile down the road, behind thick trees where the old rusty abandoned rails sat, there moaned a chug-a-chug shuffle with a whistle's high-pitched squeal loud enough to wake the dead.
A train? Here? How could that be, I thought?
And yet, a train rolling behind those trees shook the ground like a small...
#ghosts
55 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2024 2:31pm
3rd Nov 2024 2:31pm
super dupery
The Art of Deceit
A Poem About Fraud
I did not write this; the fraudster did
In shadowed depths where whispers play,
A tale of fraud unfolds each day.
With masked intentions, veiled in guile,
Deceitful smiles cloak every mile.
Promises spun like silken threads,
In golden words, the truth misled.
What glimmers bright may hide the rust,
In hearts betrayed, once pure, now dust.
An empire built on borrowed dreams,
Where nothing's ever as it seems.
With hands that shake and eyes that dart, ...
A Poem About Fraud
I did not write this; the fraudster did
In shadowed depths where whispers play,
A tale of fraud unfolds each day.
With masked intentions, veiled in guile,
Deceitful smiles cloak every mile.
Promises spun like silken threads,
In golden words, the truth misled.
What glimmers bright may hide the rust,
In hearts betrayed, once pure, now dust.
An empire built on borrowed dreams,
Where nothing's ever as it seems.
With hands that shake and eyes that dart, ...
#deception
#LifeAsAWriter
112 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2024 6:26pm
1st Nov 2024 6:26pm
Fragments of the tongue
he's caught
in
doldrums
dialog from
thought to pen
severed somehow.
from inception to
verse
direct current fell
into a slump
wellsprings
were diverted,
then wound up
dehydrated
something's
missing,
free verse
feels hijacked.
any narrative
fades
a dry
chemical energy
in
doldrums
dialog from
thought to pen
severed somehow.
from inception to
verse
direct current fell
into a slump
wellsprings
were diverted,
then wound up
dehydrated
something's
missing,
free verse
feels hijacked.
any narrative
fades
a dry
chemical energy
#WritersBlock
80 reads
DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2024 4:04pm
31st Oct 2024 4:04pm
Get Away From The door!
These magazines are expired. The guy who collected them is dead. He's been dead for years now.
I called him Dad.
And these newspaper articles he collected are obsolete. But at one time, he considered them worth something 'cause they represent a time in history.
I can get rid of them now 'cause I don’t want them.
I need to throw them into the garbage where they belong.
I don't like old things. I don't want to go back to the past because... I just don't fucking want to!
I want to wipe away the past like dust.
I don't...
I called him Dad.
And these newspaper articles he collected are obsolete. But at one time, he considered them worth something 'cause they represent a time in history.
I can get rid of them now 'cause I don’t want them.
I need to throw them into the garbage where they belong.
I don't like old things. I don't want to go back to the past because... I just don't fucking want to!
I want to wipe away the past like dust.
I don't...
#WritingPoetry
117 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2024 00:50am
27th Oct 2024 00:50am
Rain
Syncopated rain
taps my window as I pause,
dancing off the leaves
fluttering in the garden
and off the blue jay's bright wings.
taps my window as I pause,
dancing off the leaves
fluttering in the garden
and off the blue jay's bright wings.
#birds
#rain
70 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Oct 2024 4:45am
24th Oct 2024 4:45am
Echoes Of You
Your ghost hides in the corners of our wrinkled sheets,
reaching out transparent hands to grasp at my foolishness.
I've never enjoyed swimming naked in guilt's sea;
it leaves me dripping remorse.
It appears death's formidable grip can trump a full hand
of indifference every time.
The mundane, repetitious days of our existence
held me in perspective as one
too ambivalent to shake his disembodied shoulders.
The scent of your demise, to me, seemed innocuous—
fleeting and unable to bloom.
But flowers, I've discovered,...
reaching out transparent hands to grasp at my foolishness.
I've never enjoyed swimming naked in guilt's sea;
it leaves me dripping remorse.
It appears death's formidable grip can trump a full hand
of indifference every time.
The mundane, repetitious days of our existence
held me in perspective as one
too ambivalent to shake his disembodied shoulders.
The scent of your demise, to me, seemed innocuous—
fleeting and unable to bloom.
But flowers, I've discovered,...
#heartbroken
#love
124 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2024 1:33am
13th Oct 2024 1:33am
Man's best friend.
Scotty's aware I provide food,
water, exercise, and lots of love.
But I can't reverse age.
I can't heal urinary tract issues,
joint problems, or cognitive dysfunction.
He doesn't understand
what's happening.
If he's able to walk,
he needs help getting up.
He can't jump on the couch to my lap
like he used to.
The mechanisms operating his bones
are rusted and worn.
He's old and tired.
The piles of colored leaves
he used to run through outside are
out of reach now.
He's...
water, exercise, and lots of love.
But I can't reverse age.
I can't heal urinary tract issues,
joint problems, or cognitive dysfunction.
He doesn't understand
what's happening.
If he's able to walk,
he needs help getting up.
He can't jump on the couch to my lap
like he used to.
The mechanisms operating his bones
are rusted and worn.
He's old and tired.
The piles of colored leaves
he used to run through outside are
out of reach now.
He's...
#dogs
#sadness
100 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2024 7:06pm
2nd Oct 2024 7:06pm
Star me kitten.
Spread those moist written words
onto each page
like a cat in heat.
I'll direct my desires
and thrust my translations
until I've come to the conclusion
you're so worth reading.
onto each page
like a cat in heat.
I'll direct my desires
and thrust my translations
until I've come to the conclusion
you're so worth reading.
#erotic
#sex
224 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd May 2024 7:39pm
22nd May 2024 7:39pm
We Call It Poetry
With poetry--
A lonely woman
can write about her lover
on valentine's day.
She can describe his most endearing traits
line upon line upon line--
as if...he existed.
A young girl
can share her deepest erotic thoughts,
demonstrating an ability
to take the reader's hand
and guide them with her words,
leaving them satiated--
but only
if she's skilled enough.
For those depressed
and those searching
to release...
A lonely woman
can write about her lover
on valentine's day.
She can describe his most endearing traits
line upon line upon line--
as if...he existed.
A young girl
can share her deepest erotic thoughts,
demonstrating an ability
to take the reader's hand
and guide them with her words,
leaving them satiated--
but only
if she's skilled enough.
For those depressed
and those searching
to release...
#WritingPoetry
275 reads
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