Submissions by EmptyTree
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I do not compose the poems. They come to me on their own accord. I simply jot them down on paper.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2014 3:21pm
20th Apr 2014 3:21pm
In darkness
In darkness so silent and calm
Within a garden of my own
I seek the due that will quench
Myself, my curiosity, satisfaction.
What is the thought in mind
That embodies this garden?
What is the joy that I pleasure
And the joy within misery?
Is it love that truly fills the void
Or is it but superficial in feeling
For they say and in circumstance know
That joy if not earned is given.
And if not, shall lonesome grant
That such feeling of worth
When one finds joy in misery
When misery gives one's life reason?
...
Within a garden of my own
I seek the due that will quench
Myself, my curiosity, satisfaction.
What is the thought in mind
That embodies this garden?
What is the joy that I pleasure
And the joy within misery?
Is it love that truly fills the void
Or is it but superficial in feeling
For they say and in circumstance know
That joy if not earned is given.
And if not, shall lonesome grant
That such feeling of worth
When one finds joy in misery
When misery gives one's life reason?
...
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2014 2:26pm
11th Apr 2014 2:26pm
Silhouette I'll shelter
The pain that lies on forever
Will go on as the sun sets
And as I continue to blink
Knowing you're not in my arms
Let me protect you in nights
And adorn you during the day
But my love whom I've not met
Is a name I know not now, not yet.
And though I only see her in my mind
I can feel that her very soul loves I
For the heart was born blind
To feel that angel's ghostly caress.
Save me from oh tantalizing want
By letting me be your shelter
Once our paths inevitably meet.
And you'll be the...
Will go on as the sun sets
And as I continue to blink
Knowing you're not in my arms
Let me protect you in nights
And adorn you during the day
But my love whom I've not met
Is a name I know not now, not yet.
And though I only see her in my mind
I can feel that her very soul loves I
For the heart was born blind
To feel that angel's ghostly caress.
Save me from oh tantalizing want
By letting me be your shelter
Once our paths inevitably meet.
And you'll be the...
620 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Mar 2014 11:27am
21st Mar 2014 11:27am
My garden
Forlorn and eternal in a garden
Adorned by perpetual drizzling
Of salty tears of those hardened
Of years of misery in living.
Look up, and it’s tears forever.
There’s no changing the natural.
It’s silent here and none’s better
Than the tranquil and calm withal.
White lilies, white lilies around
Within a garden of dolor,
Whisper to me a secret found;
Your truth, your own white colour
Adorned by perpetual drizzling
Of salty tears of those hardened
Of years of misery in living.
Look up, and it’s tears forever.
There’s no changing the natural.
It’s silent here and none’s better
Than the tranquil and calm withal.
White lilies, white lilies around
Within a garden of dolor,
Whisper to me a secret found;
Your truth, your own white colour
607 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 6:48am
5th Mar 2014 6:48am
Blessed List
Bless the charlatan,
The damned hypocrites,
May they burn in glee
To please the hell out of me!
Bless those with no god,
Whom mark but not praise,
Let them suffer in pain
Oh, mine annoy to wane!
All the cursed backbiters,
They the wise ignoramuses,
Shall mine God skew thy minds
And craft books from their hinds?!
Love the falsely oppressed,
They honest handful,
Set their tongues to flame
To burn all sins and shame!
Bless all evil,
Bastards of the new world!
For all windows opaque
In miasma of thine own stench;...
The damned hypocrites,
May they burn in glee
To please the hell out of me!
Bless those with no god,
Whom mark but not praise,
Let them suffer in pain
Oh, mine annoy to wane!
All the cursed backbiters,
They the wise ignoramuses,
Shall mine God skew thy minds
And craft books from their hinds?!
Love the falsely oppressed,
They honest handful,
Set their tongues to flame
To burn all sins and shame!
Bless all evil,
Bastards of the new world!
For all windows opaque
In miasma of thine own stench;...
614 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 6:47am
5th Mar 2014 6:47am
Sin! Our sin!
Let God's hand speak
And deface all sin!
The land Moses seeks
Shall bring demons in.
Oh, thy promised land
Shall burn to ashes
For our steps on sand
Are our cursing rashes.
Tongues of fire anew
Once of divine words foreign-
Now our devil's sinew;
So his dark words reign.
If our evil fails to cease
We shall also fail
Thy God's given lease;
Thus, our last nail.
Men of blind eyes
Angels mourn our fate
For our age now lies
on his grievous date!
And deface all sin!
The land Moses seeks
Shall bring demons in.
Oh, thy promised land
Shall burn to ashes
For our steps on sand
Are our cursing rashes.
Tongues of fire anew
Once of divine words foreign-
Now our devil's sinew;
So his dark words reign.
If our evil fails to cease
We shall also fail
Thy God's given lease;
Thus, our last nail.
Men of blind eyes
Angels mourn our fate
For our age now lies
on his grievous date!
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Mar 2014 11:27am
4th Mar 2014 11:27am
If once a love
If once a love was a love;
Thy rose never failed to bloom
Thus has, though under cold
Frost from circumstance above
Deceived thee of thy false doom.
Grower of thee why dost thou
Hold thy work upon thorns?
Ignorance blinds thine eyes
Yet masochist bleeds and allows
The rose to give to be given to who scorns,
Whose beauty lures seductively,
To wither those that don't know.
Again thy rose is pelt in frost.
Again thy love forlornly dies.
Thy rose never failed to bloom
Thus has, though under cold
Frost from circumstance above
Deceived thee of thy false doom.
Grower of thee why dost thou
Hold thy work upon thorns?
Ignorance blinds thine eyes
Yet masochist bleeds and allows
The rose to give to be given to who scorns,
Whose beauty lures seductively,
To wither those that don't know.
Again thy rose is pelt in frost.
Again thy love forlornly dies.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 10:29am
3rd Mar 2014 10:29am
Creed of brothers
Clock arms rewind on this night
Within the light of heavenly write
Let me bask in my former glory
Again to be in that good ol' story.
There we stood with the same foes
Brothers dealt with the same blows
We wore the great sun as our capes
And still, obscure to common eyes.
We played a tune fiddled on our own.
Individually, all were written on stone;
Gleeful as a tune for a joyful jig
And some-as dreary as a mournful dig.
We free-spirited souls drunk from the same cup
A sip is nothing and one is never enough.
We held it...
Within the light of heavenly write
Let me bask in my former glory
Again to be in that good ol' story.
There we stood with the same foes
Brothers dealt with the same blows
We wore the great sun as our capes
And still, obscure to common eyes.
We played a tune fiddled on our own.
Individually, all were written on stone;
Gleeful as a tune for a joyful jig
And some-as dreary as a mournful dig.
We free-spirited souls drunk from the same cup
A sip is nothing and one is never enough.
We held it...
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 10:55am
19th Feb 2014 10:55am
Sonnet 3 (untitled)
Days of when flowers turn away to bloom
Thine essence of glee fated to wither.
And though it be a tragic heirloom;
Roots yet strong are left to split asunder.
If only Time hath not let thy hand roam
And feared virtue of that as well be cold
Which was once a fertile and moisten loam
Is now a forsaken pot of lone mold.
Lest Mine own words shall choose to deceive me
Then shall demons perpetuate thine evil
Within the world only closed eyes may see;
Breaking thy form against stagnancy of will.
Living a beauteous lie fixed by time ...
Thine essence of glee fated to wither.
And though it be a tragic heirloom;
Roots yet strong are left to split asunder.
If only Time hath not let thy hand roam
And feared virtue of that as well be cold
Which was once a fertile and moisten loam
Is now a forsaken pot of lone mold.
Lest Mine own words shall choose to deceive me
Then shall demons perpetuate thine evil
Within the world only closed eyes may see;
Breaking thy form against stagnancy of will.
Living a beauteous lie fixed by time ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2014 2:29am
13th Feb 2014 2:29am
Worth of one night
On the brink of dawn in motionless form,
Within a blur and course of groggy thought
Questions spew swift as a rigorous storm
Mended of paces and memory wrought.
“Hath thee molded thy midnight worth thy time
Enough to span beyond time’s rigid hand?”
To answer knowing the question is mine
Shall be another bewildering land
Soon sought by scholars, not thy foolery.
And thine evening having one moon alone
With doors wasted, the chances a plenty
Shall purpose only to be writ; some shown.
Thoughts of thine wasted doors, waltzes past ten,
Shall...
Within a blur and course of groggy thought
Questions spew swift as a rigorous storm
Mended of paces and memory wrought.
“Hath thee molded thy midnight worth thy time
Enough to span beyond time’s rigid hand?”
To answer knowing the question is mine
Shall be another bewildering land
Soon sought by scholars, not thy foolery.
And thine evening having one moon alone
With doors wasted, the chances a plenty
Shall purpose only to be writ; some shown.
Thoughts of thine wasted doors, waltzes past ten,
Shall...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2014 4:33am
12th Feb 2014 4:33am
Waltz
Let thy touch enchant coming nights of I
Beguiling myself of mine lone, cruel fate
Granting bliss upon a great way to die
Looking into thine eyes through those of wraiths.
Use like no other but that of the moon
Bound in a dance; adorn everlasting.
Shackles cling not but I’m yet to go soon,
Thy torture’s caress hath grown rewarding.
A dance of love though beautifully lit
To thank for thy gift of gifts be given
Shined beneath moonlight and at yonder sit
A man waiting whose heart’s being riven.
Despite gazes and tantalizing thought ...
Beguiling myself of mine lone, cruel fate
Granting bliss upon a great way to die
Looking into thine eyes through those of wraiths.
Use like no other but that of the moon
Bound in a dance; adorn everlasting.
Shackles cling not but I’m yet to go soon,
Thy torture’s caress hath grown rewarding.
A dance of love though beautifully lit
To thank for thy gift of gifts be given
Shined beneath moonlight and at yonder sit
A man waiting whose heart’s being riven.
Despite gazes and tantalizing thought ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2014 10:44am
23rd Jan 2014 10:44am
Ode to a mother and mentor
We thank the guiding winds
And rejoice the nights to come
For days which once were dim
Are now only left for some.
And stars had yield to beauty;
Perceived we that great spectrum.
So now embedded in memory:
Beauty of incontestable Hera.
She, the gardener as the sun;
Thy buds bloom in the winter
And glad to be one though undone,
I, as foliage, am made by thee greener.
Mine own gratitude truly vast
And being a dreamer, it is infinite.
For thy importance being a mast;
Setting sail to us...
And rejoice the nights to come
For days which once were dim
Are now only left for some.
And stars had yield to beauty;
Perceived we that great spectrum.
So now embedded in memory:
Beauty of incontestable Hera.
She, the gardener as the sun;
Thy buds bloom in the winter
And glad to be one though undone,
I, as foliage, am made by thee greener.
Mine own gratitude truly vast
And being a dreamer, it is infinite.
For thy importance being a mast;
Setting sail to us...
653 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2014 2:01pm
19th Jan 2014 2:01pm
Darkness and Eternity
Under the night we slowly walk,
Be not afraid and hold my hand!
Smile at the thought of Death’s lament-
He will never be able to seize me.
For you see, I shall continue on.
No matter what treacherous path awaits me,
I shall be there with desolation as my shadow
And promise me you shall be there too.
Walk on the edge of bridges-
To prove that your nights are mine.
Point your dagger and strike through!
If you must, and I shall bleed for you.
Tell me your crucial weaknesses
I may kill you but it’d be out of love
For this...
Be not afraid and hold my hand!
Smile at the thought of Death’s lament-
He will never be able to seize me.
For you see, I shall continue on.
No matter what treacherous path awaits me,
I shall be there with desolation as my shadow
And promise me you shall be there too.
Walk on the edge of bridges-
To prove that your nights are mine.
Point your dagger and strike through!
If you must, and I shall bleed for you.
Tell me your crucial weaknesses
I may kill you but it’d be out of love
For this...
642 reads
3 Comments
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