Submissions by Fiftysevenhours
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2020 6:24pm
30th Apr 2020 6:24pm
Strength of devotion
It is a plain path on which you soar
Delivered not in the treachery of thought
But guided to glide on the instinct of notion
An undoubted motion upon open wings
spread wide in devotion
And even when you fail from your dive
You take to the wide open skies without a trace of despise written upon your eyes
Just the call of your soul as you return to the skies
To trust in the wind and the strength of your eyes..
Delivered not in the treachery of thought
But guided to glide on the instinct of notion
An undoubted motion upon open wings
spread wide in devotion
And even when you fail from your dive
You take to the wide open skies without a trace of despise written upon your eyes
Just the call of your soul as you return to the skies
To trust in the wind and the strength of your eyes..
#nature
#spiritual
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2020
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2020
832 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Apr 2020 7:50pm
29th Apr 2020 7:50pm
Appetency..
Where root the thoughts that perspire
That feed the spring of rising desire
That stoke a fire to burn
And cast their fervoured glow
Through a cheek to bare
The heated flush of blood
Found beneath a brush of skin
An undeniable pulse of change there in
Flows between senses..
Merging of sight and touch
With sound and the taste of such…
Where void or bathed in light
Feelings manifest from assayed thought
Burnished bright
And assume in wrought attention
An ethereal distillation
Condensing on tought skins
An...
That feed the spring of rising desire
That stoke a fire to burn
And cast their fervoured glow
Through a cheek to bare
The heated flush of blood
Found beneath a brush of skin
An undeniable pulse of change there in
Flows between senses..
Merging of sight and touch
With sound and the taste of such…
Where void or bathed in light
Feelings manifest from assayed thought
Burnished bright
And assume in wrought attention
An ethereal distillation
Condensing on tought skins
An...
#temptation
#passion
#NaPoWriMo2020
438 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2020 10:54pm
16th Apr 2020 10:54pm
The testimony of walls..
I walk through the shell of the past
Room after room, a succumbed victim
The partially sculpted hopes and dormant groans of an empty home
Unrealised by the presence of ties
Unfinished from their deliberation
A tang caught in the air chokes of expectation
Fallen to the throws of frustration
Hesitations slow creep creaks upon naked floors and opening doors
A fanfare of plaster dust rises in greeting
To clothe ones clothes and flesh in its adjuration
An age it seems to have whispered it's pleas
Clinging upon the sleeves of what's left ...
Room after room, a succumbed victim
The partially sculpted hopes and dormant groans of an empty home
Unrealised by the presence of ties
Unfinished from their deliberation
A tang caught in the air chokes of expectation
Fallen to the throws of frustration
Hesitations slow creep creaks upon naked floors and opening doors
A fanfare of plaster dust rises in greeting
To clothe ones clothes and flesh in its adjuration
An age it seems to have whispered it's pleas
Clinging upon the sleeves of what's left ...
#sadness
#home
#memories #NaPoWriMo2020
#memories #NaPoWriMo2020
357 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Apr 2020 9:42pm
15th Apr 2020 9:42pm
Intention of will..
Chased in the recurrence of a living curse
The cursed stands accused before the cursors stare
As the accuser we look upon our self
In the eyes of the accused
Knowing the blood on our hands is the blood of the self
The unanswered question remains in the air
Is this the cost or the fare
The price or what we must bare
It seems to be or at least seems me
The inevitability of choice
Is the intention of will
The cursed stands accused before the cursors stare
As the accuser we look upon our self
In the eyes of the accused
Knowing the blood on our hands is the blood of the self
The unanswered question remains in the air
Is this the cost or the fare
The price or what we must bare
It seems to be or at least seems me
The inevitability of choice
Is the intention of will
#responsibility
#choices
#NaPoWriMo2020
333 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Apr 2020 6:34pm
13th Apr 2020 6:34pm
Etiquette of a gentled soul..
Ooh etiquette of a gentled soul
Exhale and hold your letting go
Ease into intuition and its flow
Surrender the forsaken arms of means
Their aspirations and outstretched dreams
I say, ooh etiquette of a gentled soul
Do not breathe their tainted words so
They speak of peace but reek of war
When you are so much more, than the gift they swore
Hear my command, ooh etiquette of a gentled soul
Pay no heed to the befall or the ail of their call
Turn in your habit from the toils of their shield
Take strength that you...
Exhale and hold your letting go
Ease into intuition and its flow
Surrender the forsaken arms of means
Their aspirations and outstretched dreams
I say, ooh etiquette of a gentled soul
Do not breathe their tainted words so
They speak of peace but reek of war
When you are so much more, than the gift they swore
Hear my command, ooh etiquette of a gentled soul
Pay no heed to the befall or the ail of their call
Turn in your habit from the toils of their shield
Take strength that you...
#war
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#CallToAction
#NaPoWriMo2020
509 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Apr 2020 9:38pm
10th Apr 2020 9:38pm
Unspoken sighs..
The written write wrote of a tried and rifled, bloodshot and un-atoned home
Knowing no said word laid, will rebuild the broken platters of dreams
Or defuse the loss from its buried and blurred seams
That no passage will portray the endless echoed screams
Of the hallowed fight or its flight across the vast and weighted maze
The revolted repetition of days
That ink is a flawed mirror, a poisoned chalice
By which you sink your mouth to drink
As you seek to sate your thirst of downed hurts to quick
That wavered words rise, from a betrayed and naked...
Knowing no said word laid, will rebuild the broken platters of dreams
Or defuse the loss from its buried and blurred seams
That no passage will portray the endless echoed screams
Of the hallowed fight or its flight across the vast and weighted maze
The revolted repetition of days
That ink is a flawed mirror, a poisoned chalice
By which you sink your mouth to drink
As you seek to sate your thirst of downed hurts to quick
That wavered words rise, from a betrayed and naked...
#sadness
#anger
#conflict
#despair
#NaPoWriMo2020
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2020 9:24pm
9th Apr 2020 9:24pm
Along a road..
Along a road of history
Overgrown reclaimed homes
Now lay as tombs of strewn stones
The browns and greys
The creams and breaking greens
Line the flanks of these hard tilled tracts of land
Where not much stands before the weather
Exposed of upon these moors of heather
Lone trees, the last of remaining legacies
A sentiment in the absence of heirs
Whistle in the wind, a groaning grief
Raised from the fingers of their gristled limbs
To fill peat leached loachans in a still of murky tears
Overgrown reclaimed homes
Now lay as tombs of strewn stones
The browns and greys
The creams and breaking greens
Line the flanks of these hard tilled tracts of land
Where not much stands before the weather
Exposed of upon these moors of heather
Lone trees, the last of remaining legacies
A sentiment in the absence of heirs
Whistle in the wind, a groaning grief
Raised from the fingers of their gristled limbs
To fill peat leached loachans in a still of murky tears
#grief
#wind
#nature
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2020
366 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2020 1:51pm
6th Apr 2020 1:51pm
Silhouettes and shadows..
Silhouettes and shadows set the scene
Running between the seams
Living before, amidst and after dreams.
The handholds of shadows
Are the bones on which colours are honed
The silhouettes of absent light
The heralds of a chorus calls
A remnant of sight sounded in each twilight
The harbinger of thresholds folds
The cast of our perceived perception
With the inclination of our imagination
Born from dawn into day and dusk into night
Silhouettes and shadows set the scene
Running between the seams
Living before,...
Running between the seams
Living before, amidst and after dreams.
The handholds of shadows
Are the bones on which colours are honed
The silhouettes of absent light
The heralds of a chorus calls
A remnant of sight sounded in each twilight
The harbinger of thresholds folds
The cast of our perceived perception
With the inclination of our imagination
Born from dawn into day and dusk into night
Silhouettes and shadows set the scene
Running between the seams
Living before,...
#dreams
#shadows
#NaPoWriMo2020
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Apr 2020 7:28pm
5th Apr 2020 7:28pm
Pursuit of a thread..
It was within the strength of a step
The laying of its laid tread
That we did head in the pursuit of a thread.
That we did head in the pursuit of a thread
Upon the blanket of a night and it's endless sight
Without a care of its toll upon our soul
Nor caring for the absence of light
Just the actions that felt right.
That by the course in which we did head
Led by the the leading of our thread
That we did find the presence of our mind
In the blanket of night, our fanciful flight from our endless fight
That we did step upon...
The laying of its laid tread
That we did head in the pursuit of a thread.
That we did head in the pursuit of a thread
Upon the blanket of a night and it's endless sight
Without a care of its toll upon our soul
Nor caring for the absence of light
Just the actions that felt right.
That by the course in which we did head
Led by the the leading of our thread
That we did find the presence of our mind
In the blanket of night, our fanciful flight from our endless fight
That we did step upon...
#strength
#night
#NaPoWriMo2020
297 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2020 9:58pm
4th Apr 2020 9:58pm
Left Behind..
I face the world in a wall of words or, so it seems at times
To think I choose how to see and how life should be
What facet of face is laid in ink to dry..
What lines make a page, the steps that I lay along the way
All paths lead home, familiar sights, familiar sounds, familiar words, familiar
Familiar but echoed in a different role, their toll..
In certain light the trunks of trees are unhewn staves to mark the way
I face the world in a prism of a prison or so it seems at times..
The jury of my days, the sentence of my ways, the sentence that I lay ...
To think I choose how to see and how life should be
What facet of face is laid in ink to dry..
What lines make a page, the steps that I lay along the way
All paths lead home, familiar sights, familiar sounds, familiar words, familiar
Familiar but echoed in a different role, their toll..
In certain light the trunks of trees are unhewn staves to mark the way
I face the world in a prism of a prison or so it seems at times..
The jury of my days, the sentence of my ways, the sentence that I lay ...
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2020
285 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2020 8:35pm
3rd Apr 2020 8:35pm
Endless Possibility..
It is right to say that you surpass all crafted finery
It is true to say you exceed all masterly artistry
That you awake in me a sight beyond all creativity
That by the gift of what you've brought
I can see the beauty in every single thought
Be that the collation of our times aired
Or the mirror of our reflections bared
Each breath aired gives our path
A depth of endless possibility..
It is true to say you exceed all masterly artistry
That you awake in me a sight beyond all creativity
That by the gift of what you've brought
I can see the beauty in every single thought
Be that the collation of our times aired
Or the mirror of our reflections bared
Each breath aired gives our path
A depth of endless possibility..
#love
#inspirational
#faith
#uplifting
#NaPoWriMo2020
376 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2020 9:23pm
2nd Apr 2020 9:23pm
Wondering Song
Between the sun and the earth I run beneath parting clouds
A wash of translucent silvered skies with sunbeams breaking upon my eyes
Single strides span shoals of projected silhouettes
Nestled along the emerging footholds of green to bring
Scrolled steps amongst the circling flakes of snow
Their frost caught crystals of white form bleached fragments of sight
A radiant void gifted in their refracted light
To coy to manifest a white washed, refreshed, winters chest
Their restless tide and fading wrest sets to rest
The final steps and the last breaths...
A wash of translucent silvered skies with sunbeams breaking upon my eyes
Single strides span shoals of projected silhouettes
Nestled along the emerging footholds of green to bring
Scrolled steps amongst the circling flakes of snow
Their frost caught crystals of white form bleached fragments of sight
A radiant void gifted in their refracted light
To coy to manifest a white washed, refreshed, winters chest
Their restless tide and fading wrest sets to rest
The final steps and the last breaths...
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2020
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