Submissions by DreamSeed
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When the cup overflows, words fall onto paper. They are neither good, nor bad...just relief.
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2015 00:04am
14th Sep 2015 00:04am
The Rainbow
She is the prism that splits the light:
A blinding aura that drugs the id,
And makes kingdoms crumble.
She is the field of lotus.
As Ulysses rides to glory
I would gladly rot
In eternal intoxication!
She is the face of Medusa
That turns me into stone.
I swear!
I would kill to appease every whim,
Yet her name
I not yet known.
She is gone,
Not knowing my existence
From a tree,
While in 30 years
I sigh....
Thinking of rainbows.
A blinding aura that drugs the id,
And makes kingdoms crumble.
She is the field of lotus.
As Ulysses rides to glory
I would gladly rot
In eternal intoxication!
She is the face of Medusa
That turns me into stone.
I swear!
I would kill to appease every whim,
Yet her name
I not yet known.
She is gone,
Not knowing my existence
From a tree,
While in 30 years
I sigh....
Thinking of rainbows.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2015 9:24pm
8th Feb 2015 9:24pm
My Dear Tumor
I miss you
my tumor
of limitless growth
that chokes
and
supersedes
all that is
me
yet stokes
the flames
that kill
reality
and makes
the world
cynical
humor
my dear tumor....
my tumor
of limitless growth
that chokes
and
supersedes
all that is
me
yet stokes
the flames
that kill
reality
and makes
the world
cynical
humor
my dear tumor....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2015 2:53pm
1st Feb 2015 2:53pm
On the Clock
tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock...
on the clock...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
raise alarm...time to arm...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
out of bed...hide the dread...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
show some tact...time to act...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
like a jerk...go to work...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
punch that card...try real hard...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
doors to lock...shelves to stock...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
foes to thwart...sell them short...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
fight to stay...games to play......
on the clock...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
raise alarm...time to arm...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
out of bed...hide the dread...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
show some tact...time to act...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
like a jerk...go to work...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
punch that card...try real hard...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
doors to lock...shelves to stock...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
foes to thwart...sell them short...
tick-tock...tick-tock...
fight to stay...games to play......
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Jan 2015 9:15pm
28th Jan 2015 9:15pm
A trap full of bugs
Listen to the sound,
The wind awakes-
Crashes all around,
The wind awakes-
And the waves-
Thunder,
Against the rocky shore-
The red sky of morning,
Has taken lives before...
With a trap full of bugs
The small sternman receives
Just a pocket full of change
And a temporary ease
From the winds of the worries
That wear down his knees
A trap full of bugs
Calms the seas...
Squabbling inside,
The trawl awaits-
Fearing the spring tide,
The trawl awaits-
And the buoys-
Promise,
To help the...
The wind awakes-
Crashes all around,
The wind awakes-
And the waves-
Thunder,
Against the rocky shore-
The red sky of morning,
Has taken lives before...
With a trap full of bugs
The small sternman receives
Just a pocket full of change
And a temporary ease
From the winds of the worries
That wear down his knees
A trap full of bugs
Calms the seas...
Squabbling inside,
The trawl awaits-
Fearing the spring tide,
The trawl awaits-
And the buoys-
Promise,
To help the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2015 6:36pm
26th Jan 2015 6:36pm
The River
I saw you naked just the other day...
Or was it many years before?
The river is forever downhill flowing,
And different branches we've explored...
Yet now we're standing on the shore...
Upon a gently-sloping gravel bank,
Once a year to drop a line
Into the swirling currents of the river,
Who's echoing laughs it has left behind...
When we were still green on the vine...
And now we're just bitter wine...
Staring at a distorted dancing image,
I almost see the boy I knew...
But when I turn to look into your distant eyes,...
Or was it many years before?
The river is forever downhill flowing,
And different branches we've explored...
Yet now we're standing on the shore...
Upon a gently-sloping gravel bank,
Once a year to drop a line
Into the swirling currents of the river,
Who's echoing laughs it has left behind...
When we were still green on the vine...
And now we're just bitter wine...
Staring at a distorted dancing image,
I almost see the boy I knew...
But when I turn to look into your distant eyes,...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2015 1:27am
11th Jan 2015 1:27am
Drunk by noon
I drank today, by noon, I sank
Into the swoon, of sloth…
I thanked today, that I
Was not, consumed, by thoughts
Of goth….
And yet, the dark, it creeps…
Within, these eyes, still weep…
Yet dry, they stay, while high,
hiding…
Riding, the tide of hide….
Crying, just won’t abide…
Flying, I cannot be,
Realizing… I cannot free…
Me….I can’t show im human
And the world must not see…..
For them to know, would be
Inhuman, I’m dooming and, looming
I screw and, I do and, I knew but did nothing,
And so I, take suffering, in place of...
Into the swoon, of sloth…
I thanked today, that I
Was not, consumed, by thoughts
Of goth….
And yet, the dark, it creeps…
Within, these eyes, still weep…
Yet dry, they stay, while high,
hiding…
Riding, the tide of hide….
Crying, just won’t abide…
Flying, I cannot be,
Realizing… I cannot free…
Me….I can’t show im human
And the world must not see…..
For them to know, would be
Inhuman, I’m dooming and, looming
I screw and, I do and, I knew but did nothing,
And so I, take suffering, in place of...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2015 5:17am
7th Jan 2015 5:17am
Jenny
I'm all alone all on my own
'Cuz Jenny can't come over.
Jenny's mom thinks something's wrong
'Cuz we eat Russell Stover.
Dirty shins and Jenny's grins
I hope to see tomorrow.
If Jenny's mom is feeling strong
And doesn't drown the sorrow.
And so I play just for today
With a maple tree named Jenny.
I tied a rope to help me cope
And hung my stuffed bear Lenny.
'Cuz Jenny can't come over.
Jenny's mom thinks something's wrong
'Cuz we eat Russell Stover.
Dirty shins and Jenny's grins
I hope to see tomorrow.
If Jenny's mom is feeling strong
And doesn't drown the sorrow.
And so I play just for today
With a maple tree named Jenny.
I tied a rope to help me cope
And hung my stuffed bear Lenny.
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2015 9:07pm
5th Jan 2015 9:07pm
Insomnia
two
white
orbs
on
a
white
canvas
mottled
with
blue
above
a
frozen
scream
of
elongated
teeth
come
drifting
to
the
surface
late
at
night
white
orbs
on
a
white
canvas
mottled
with
blue
above
a
frozen
scream
of
elongated
teeth
come
drifting
to
the
surface
late
at
night
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2015 8:54pm
5th Jan 2015 8:54pm
The Dark Highway
The black triangle stretches
Impossibly long,
Like an infinite piano
Whose tune is wrong;
Its sideways keys hum
A meditative song
That fetches the thoughts
Of foreboding trees,
With a sighing whisper
Of illumination
It silently reveals
The sedative that drowns
The stimulation
That frolics in fields,
As a sharp bending frown
Suddenly yields
White letters?
On a red backdrop,
Made blurry by weary eyes;
Too late to stop,
I realize,
The road serves to hypnotize,
Till violent swerves make
Rubber cries;...
Impossibly long,
Like an infinite piano
Whose tune is wrong;
Its sideways keys hum
A meditative song
That fetches the thoughts
Of foreboding trees,
With a sighing whisper
Of illumination
It silently reveals
The sedative that drowns
The stimulation
That frolics in fields,
As a sharp bending frown
Suddenly yields
White letters?
On a red backdrop,
Made blurry by weary eyes;
Too late to stop,
I realize,
The road serves to hypnotize,
Till violent swerves make
Rubber cries;...
548 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2014 4:24am
17th Aug 2014 4:24am
Fishing
When I go fishing
I use a tiny hook
And a worm
But no weight
Because a weightless worm
Looks natural
And will catch anything
As it flutters in the current
I just want a bend in my rod
So I throw it out
And wait
Dreaming of a nice
14 inch brook trout
With beautiful spots
Of yellow and red
Some with blue halos
And flesh so sweet
And pink
A keeper for sure
I will break its neck
To kill it quick
So it doesn't suffer
Because I love it
And I will gut it quick
To prevent the flesh
From spoiling...
I use a tiny hook
And a worm
But no weight
Because a weightless worm
Looks natural
And will catch anything
As it flutters in the current
I just want a bend in my rod
So I throw it out
And wait
Dreaming of a nice
14 inch brook trout
With beautiful spots
Of yellow and red
Some with blue halos
And flesh so sweet
And pink
A keeper for sure
I will break its neck
To kill it quick
So it doesn't suffer
Because I love it
And I will gut it quick
To prevent the flesh
From spoiling...
#fish
749 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Aug 2014 3:48am
17th Aug 2014 3:48am
The Never Was
What is so frightening in eternal sleep?
A darkness with no outer rim...
Beginning and end have no meaning
Where dreams cease to be...
What stirs the heart at night?
Palpitations from the weight of thought...
The chest yields in physical form
The fear of sleep with no awakening...
Where was I a thousand years ago?
A not yet within a well of nothing...
A thousand years from now I fear
To be truly gone,
A never was...
A darkness with no outer rim...
Beginning and end have no meaning
Where dreams cease to be...
What stirs the heart at night?
Palpitations from the weight of thought...
The chest yields in physical form
The fear of sleep with no awakening...
Where was I a thousand years ago?
A not yet within a well of nothing...
A thousand years from now I fear
To be truly gone,
A never was...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Oct 2013 9:13pm
14th Oct 2013 9:13pm
The Ladder
I see you and place you on the ladder,
Whether you are bigger, smaller, gooder, or badder,
Cousin, aunt, friend's wife, or stranger,
I set the wrung, then weigh the danger,
Though my lack of medication feeds the desire,
A zombie I'm not, swimming in fire,
Prozac, Concerta, Ritalin, Oxycodone,
Fentanyl, Percocet, Percodan, Methodone,
They only numb that which makes me a man,
Turning my dick into a creamy custard-like flan,
While pot and tobacco and alcohol drown,
The weight that drags the mouth to a frown,
And defeats society's definition of...
Whether you are bigger, smaller, gooder, or badder,
Cousin, aunt, friend's wife, or stranger,
I set the wrung, then weigh the danger,
Though my lack of medication feeds the desire,
A zombie I'm not, swimming in fire,
Prozac, Concerta, Ritalin, Oxycodone,
Fentanyl, Percocet, Percodan, Methodone,
They only numb that which makes me a man,
Turning my dick into a creamy custard-like flan,
While pot and tobacco and alcohol drown,
The weight that drags the mouth to a frown,
And defeats society's definition of...
668 reads
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