Submissions by Dragonyear
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am not a true student of the art forms I persue, I just bleed my emotions freely which constitutes as self-therapy. Through this process I achieve inner peace
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2011 11:07pm
3rd Mar 2011 11:07pm
Once a Chime
Church bells melted down tothe ends of forging cannonsfor war
Once majestic brassy ringing tones for summoning
Faithful beings hungering for revelationsto the life beyond shedding of mortal coil
Now the same metals gleefully send them there with hellish indignation
Find your answers
Cut truth from lies through the rite of demise
Once gently swaying high upon sacred tower
Now belly down in the ground it's only movement a violent deadly twitch
As in it's previous incarnation she does not discriminate between man, woman and...
Once majestic brassy ringing tones for summoning
Faithful beings hungering for revelationsto the life beyond shedding of mortal coil
Now the same metals gleefully send them there with hellish indignation
Find your answers
Cut truth from lies through the rite of demise
Once gently swaying high upon sacred tower
Now belly down in the ground it's only movement a violent deadly twitch
As in it's previous incarnation she does not discriminate between man, woman and...
903 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2011 4:58am
3rd Mar 2011 4:58am
Last Good Bye
On the surface she glistens brightly sweetest lined prism
Impossibly soft
Impossibly lost
She always appeared to me as a pure sprite of nature
Imagining her to bend the redwood trees to the whim of her sculpting
Loving her very deeply
I thought the trouble free appearance to be her way
My senses misconceived seeing this dark angel only in fairest sun light
She moves as a ghost, blue orchid eyes weeping every night
Having only seen the veil, the book's miss-leading cover
Her apparent innocence only a...
Impossibly soft
Impossibly lost
She always appeared to me as a pure sprite of nature
Imagining her to bend the redwood trees to the whim of her sculpting
Loving her very deeply
I thought the trouble free appearance to be her way
My senses misconceived seeing this dark angel only in fairest sun light
She moves as a ghost, blue orchid eyes weeping every night
Having only seen the veil, the book's miss-leading cover
Her apparent innocence only a...
884 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2011 1:17am
2nd Mar 2011 1:17am
Webs
1818 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2011 5:50pm
1st Mar 2011 5:50pm
Chaos In San Francisco
1699 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2011 9:15am
1st Mar 2011 9:15am
Dragon
Unseen by a thousand naked eyes
The Dragon flies low in this city tonight
Scales on his belly nearly scraping concrete
Massive the beast though he glides with supernatural ease
He is not here to look at the beauty of people
Interests laying in the bounty of electrical lights
Soaking up the metropolitan luminescence for a thin brush of comfort for his sight
He longs for the one, she lives inside the sun
He cannot reach her by virtue of the creature he has become
Known to hover in dead...
The Dragon flies low in this city tonight
Scales on his belly nearly scraping concrete
Massive the beast though he glides with supernatural ease
He is not here to look at the beauty of people
Interests laying in the bounty of electrical lights
Soaking up the metropolitan luminescence for a thin brush of comfort for his sight
He longs for the one, she lives inside the sun
He cannot reach her by virtue of the creature he has become
Known to hover in dead...
1067 reads
7 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Mar 2011 2:01am
1st Mar 2011 2:01am
Miles and Miles
We had traveled two long days to hear Miles Davis play
A thunderous storm shadowed our journey though It could not dampened our spirits because we had the promise of that first note
Once that first note majestically rings out of his alto sax, every one of life's pains would wash away, everything that happened previously would be irrelevant as we would finally be enraptured by his live musical sway
All one would have to do is sink into comfort and be awed by the unfolding sonic tapestry
That first simmering note, born of emotion, exhausted by...
A thunderous storm shadowed our journey though It could not dampened our spirits because we had the promise of that first note
Once that first note majestically rings out of his alto sax, every one of life's pains would wash away, everything that happened previously would be irrelevant as we would finally be enraptured by his live musical sway
All one would have to do is sink into comfort and be awed by the unfolding sonic tapestry
That first simmering note, born of emotion, exhausted by...
925 reads
0 Comments
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