Submissions by EngrVV (D_Poetic Engineer)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My education and work experiences revolved around mathematical figures and computations. Never in my life did I imagine that I could write beautiful poetry; one that comes from the heart. "The Fire Within" is my first published book.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2014 3:53pm
17th Jul 2014 3:53pm
THE CONCEIVING NUN
Why I’m not surprised at all
to see a pregnant nun?
I was brought up to believe
the virgin mother of Jesus
gave birth to the saviour of sinners
and have seen priests
fathered some sons
not only to nuns.
What analogy could someone make
to trick a god-loving nun to procreate;
making love is so much fun,
as long as you’re not wresting with a gun
and I guess you enjoyed it hun!
Could you please tell me
who is the father of your son?
Is it the handsome young priest
or your former boyfriend – the atheist?
He was the main...
to see a pregnant nun?
I was brought up to believe
the virgin mother of Jesus
gave birth to the saviour of sinners
and have seen priests
fathered some sons
not only to nuns.
What analogy could someone make
to trick a god-loving nun to procreate;
making love is so much fun,
as long as you’re not wresting with a gun
and I guess you enjoyed it hun!
Could you please tell me
who is the father of your son?
Is it the handsome young priest
or your former boyfriend – the atheist?
He was the main...
802 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
17th Jul 2014 3:40pm
17th Jul 2014 3:40pm
RETREAT IN THE WOODS
While I wander through the wide expanse of woods
I hear screaming seemingly from a woman in despair
I must be dreaming because there's nothing I could see
Except for a colorful bird perched upon a sky-reaching tree
Its wings tangled with the shiny branch, trying to set free
Free the bird from its misery comes to my bewildered mind
As I climb up high, I see a river farther down below
Free at last, the bird magnificently takes its flight
Following the contours of the river—I keep it in sight
Making some detours...
I hear screaming seemingly from a woman in despair
I must be dreaming because there's nothing I could see
Except for a colorful bird perched upon a sky-reaching tree
Its wings tangled with the shiny branch, trying to set free
Free the bird from its misery comes to my bewildered mind
As I climb up high, I see a river farther down below
Free at last, the bird magnificently takes its flight
Following the contours of the river—I keep it in sight
Making some detours...
768 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2014 6:38pm
11th Jul 2014 6:38pm
LIKE SUMMER RAIN
She is gentle like a summer rain
Whose wisdom feeds my brain
Every single word she pens
Slowly seeps through my vein
If ambrosia is food for the Gods,
then her poems are food for my thoughts!
Her contrite soul speaks against haughtiness
Which behooves a poet with tenderness
Her words full of vivid imagery
Are like paintings in a gallery
Her love poems are lyrics to a song
While I read them I try to sing along
As the sounds come pitter-patter…
In cadence with the summer rain
Whose wisdom feeds my brain
Every single word she pens
Slowly seeps through my vein
If ambrosia is food for the Gods,
then her poems are food for my thoughts!
Her contrite soul speaks against haughtiness
Which behooves a poet with tenderness
Her words full of vivid imagery
Are like paintings in a gallery
Her love poems are lyrics to a song
While I read them I try to sing along
As the sounds come pitter-patter…
In cadence with the summer rain
849 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jul 2014 4:58pm
1st Jul 2014 4:58pm
BESTIAL CREATURES
Naked, bestial creature
sprawling upon the dusty ground
looking for something…
found a lonely grave
on hallowed ground
with his name on inscription.
Died and was reborn a second time
only this time, he is of the undead
wandering throughout the land
seeking for lost identity…
till he found his wicked grave
fully desecrated and unknown
except to himself.
What’s the use of living
if you are already dead?
Wicked souls long burning in hell
even before they meet their fate,
they just don’t know it yet. ...
sprawling upon the dusty ground
looking for something…
found a lonely grave
on hallowed ground
with his name on inscription.
Died and was reborn a second time
only this time, he is of the undead
wandering throughout the land
seeking for lost identity…
till he found his wicked grave
fully desecrated and unknown
except to himself.
What’s the use of living
if you are already dead?
Wicked souls long burning in hell
even before they meet their fate,
they just don’t know it yet. ...
775 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jun 2014 11:33pm
15th Jun 2014 11:33pm
BLACK MOON
The black moon is about to rise
chasing the crescent moon…
beware of the night—
could take your soul
into its flight.
Before the night comes
cast off the spell that binds;
break those bad habits
and free your mind
while the moon
is waning…
Once the black moon has risen
chances of rebirth is ruined;
gloomy days of solitude
before the moon reaches
its greatest ecliptic latitude
should have changed your attitude.
I see no black moon rising—
darkness looms as trumpets
sound the uprising.
Red devils...
chasing the crescent moon…
beware of the night—
could take your soul
into its flight.
Before the night comes
cast off the spell that binds;
break those bad habits
and free your mind
while the moon
is waning…
Once the black moon has risen
chances of rebirth is ruined;
gloomy days of solitude
before the moon reaches
its greatest ecliptic latitude
should have changed your attitude.
I see no black moon rising—
darkness looms as trumpets
sound the uprising.
Red devils...
953 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2014 6:59pm
6th Jun 2014 6:59pm
WHISPERS ARE MUSIC TO MY EARS
River of tears seem to drown your heart forever
forever grieving first love lost in the murky river
Fear of the night alone brings you to tears
tears dried up once you conquered the fear
Hiding for so long you forgot about living
living in empty nest, time to come out of hiding
Raven hair of yours comes down from heaven
heaven only knows why it’s black as a raven
Desires of mine to touch it are like raging fires
fires burning my soul always filled with desires
Vespers of love heard as the wind gently whispers
whispers are music to my ears in...
forever grieving first love lost in the murky river
Fear of the night alone brings you to tears
tears dried up once you conquered the fear
Hiding for so long you forgot about living
living in empty nest, time to come out of hiding
Raven hair of yours comes down from heaven
heaven only knows why it’s black as a raven
Desires of mine to touch it are like raging fires
fires burning my soul always filled with desires
Vespers of love heard as the wind gently whispers
whispers are music to my ears in...
911 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th May 2014 2:18am
17th May 2014 2:18am
THE GAUNTLET
Lovers playing with fire
Enthralled with enormous desire
Blazing fires from within
Filled with lustful sin
Ran the gauntlet of censure
Forbidden games of pleasure
Weakness to temptation, fragile as a dove
Totally consumed with the flames of love
Souls burning in hell while still alive
Lovers’ thirst for nectars can not be deprived
Their love for each other can not be denied
Illicit affair, they now must hide
Do we condemn such illicit affair—
Forbidden love, is it really fair?
Before we drop the gauntlet of criticism
And...
Enthralled with enormous desire
Blazing fires from within
Filled with lustful sin
Ran the gauntlet of censure
Forbidden games of pleasure
Weakness to temptation, fragile as a dove
Totally consumed with the flames of love
Souls burning in hell while still alive
Lovers’ thirst for nectars can not be deprived
Their love for each other can not be denied
Illicit affair, they now must hide
Do we condemn such illicit affair—
Forbidden love, is it really fair?
Before we drop the gauntlet of criticism
And...
1018 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th May 2014 1:51am
17th May 2014 1:51am
DAILY BREAD
Breakfast in bed with two loaves of bread
Between them is your favorite spread
There’s only one left, I will break it even
For in sharing we may see heaven
In the parting of the cerulean skies
Where our true love eternally lies.
Eastern skies you admire
Western skies I desire
Afar off the sea of loneliness
Together we look up the emptiness
In the daily bread of our eyes
Hoping true love never dies.
Vast ocean of empty space
Engulfed us with purple haze
Thank you Jesus for the daily bread
Our lonely souls dare not to tread...
Between them is your favorite spread
There’s only one left, I will break it even
For in sharing we may see heaven
In the parting of the cerulean skies
Where our true love eternally lies.
Eastern skies you admire
Western skies I desire
Afar off the sea of loneliness
Together we look up the emptiness
In the daily bread of our eyes
Hoping true love never dies.
Vast ocean of empty space
Engulfed us with purple haze
Thank you Jesus for the daily bread
Our lonely souls dare not to tread...
1168 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th May 2014 4:29am
4th May 2014 4:29am
HIDDEN BEAUTY
Sadness lies within hidden beauty
Whose purity in heart, now a rarity
Lucky are those who can see
The beauty that’s not seen by many
Philantrophic works and acts of kindness
Fill lonely heart with so much happiness
My wings were broken, she took me in
Nurtured me and took away my pain
My life was empty; she made me whole again
Wondering what could have been
Young love that was meant to be broken
As written in the stars with words of love unspoken
She maybe the beauty I desire
Her perfect imperfections I admire,
But I was blind...
Whose purity in heart, now a rarity
Lucky are those who can see
The beauty that’s not seen by many
Philantrophic works and acts of kindness
Fill lonely heart with so much happiness
My wings were broken, she took me in
Nurtured me and took away my pain
My life was empty; she made me whole again
Wondering what could have been
Young love that was meant to be broken
As written in the stars with words of love unspoken
She maybe the beauty I desire
Her perfect imperfections I admire,
But I was blind...
884 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2014 8:20pm
3rd May 2014 8:20pm
POETIC JUSTICE
There are many forms of poetry
Confused poet does not know
How and where to begin
To dissect his unwary thoughts
Does he open his mind to the world
Or keep the metaphors to himself?
Beautiful words of love and wisdom—
The best adjectives throughout his kingdom
In superlative forms are intricately woven
Does anyone think poetic justice is given
Signed only with thumbmark nicely whorled,
As injustices thrive in this chaotic world?
Some poets believe chaos is real poetry
While others stick to strict pedantry ...
Confused poet does not know
How and where to begin
To dissect his unwary thoughts
Does he open his mind to the world
Or keep the metaphors to himself?
Beautiful words of love and wisdom—
The best adjectives throughout his kingdom
In superlative forms are intricately woven
Does anyone think poetic justice is given
Signed only with thumbmark nicely whorled,
As injustices thrive in this chaotic world?
Some poets believe chaos is real poetry
While others stick to strict pedantry ...
914 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2014 4:17pm
25th Apr 2014 4:17pm
SILENT CALL
Prayers could not bring back
the lives of those unsung heroes:
who seek for the truth
so we may see the light
regardless of their plight,
who dared to walk
in the valley of tears
never to come back.
Unjustifiable killings,
no mercy at all.
Sometimes you question Faith
and wonder why
evils roam free,
innocents suffer persecution
while justice can’t see.
Prayers and faith
go hand in hand,
but not for those
in no man’s land.
Equality for all
regardless of color,
beliefs and...
the lives of those unsung heroes:
who seek for the truth
so we may see the light
regardless of their plight,
who dared to walk
in the valley of tears
never to come back.
Unjustifiable killings,
no mercy at all.
Sometimes you question Faith
and wonder why
evils roam free,
innocents suffer persecution
while justice can’t see.
Prayers and faith
go hand in hand,
but not for those
in no man’s land.
Equality for all
regardless of color,
beliefs and...
961 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2014 3:51pm
25th Apr 2014 3:51pm
SILENT NIGHTS
Dark, eerie, silent nights
longing for the moon
to bathe in its light
Occasional chirping crickets
and vampire bats sucking blood,
blocking the southern sky
break the monotonous silence
It makes me wonder,
how long could it get
before I could see you again…
just mere thoughts of it
I can not simply endure
Dark, eerie, silent nights
are the only solace
for this poet’s lonely soul
They keep me company
while confined to my thoughts,
until I bare them all…
Sometimes silent nights
are...
longing for the moon
to bathe in its light
Occasional chirping crickets
and vampire bats sucking blood,
blocking the southern sky
break the monotonous silence
It makes me wonder,
how long could it get
before I could see you again…
just mere thoughts of it
I can not simply endure
Dark, eerie, silent nights
are the only solace
for this poet’s lonely soul
They keep me company
while confined to my thoughts,
until I bare them all…
Sometimes silent nights
are...
948 reads
14 Comments
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