Submissions by Fiftysevenhours
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Moments of the day that take me on my way.
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2020 5:44pm
24th Jun 2020 5:44pm
Celestial beings
I have lost track of all the paths I've trod
Of all the steps I've laid
Of all the sunsets I've seen bled
And of all the night fasts broken served on the platter of a breaking dawn's sky
I have never counted the rain drops shed from the brink of a clouds dark sigh
Nor tallied the winds kiss brushed across my neck
Never have I felt the need to score the days or the settling warmth of the sun's rays.
For all of these
Like the countless leaves
Are moments of affinity
Redressed regressions of endless memories
They've always been apart of me ...
Of all the steps I've laid
Of all the sunsets I've seen bled
And of all the night fasts broken served on the platter of a breaking dawn's sky
I have never counted the rain drops shed from the brink of a clouds dark sigh
Nor tallied the winds kiss brushed across my neck
Never have I felt the need to score the days or the settling warmth of the sun's rays.
For all of these
Like the countless leaves
Are moments of affinity
Redressed regressions of endless memories
They've always been apart of me ...
#love
#dreams
#nature #TruthOfLife
#nature #TruthOfLife
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2020 4:00pm
13th Jun 2020 4:00pm
No matter how long..
When you have lived for so long
Endured for so long
That you touch what you believe
could only ever be laid in song.
What can you do, but go on?
For however long
Knowing you've touched a living song
And the song no matter how long
Always calls you on..
What can you do, but go on?
That no matter how long
Hanging in a bated breath
You'll always hold that song..
That no matter how long
In the rhythm of its touch
You'll always feel that song..
That no matter how long
Residing...
Endured for so long
That you touch what you believe
could only ever be laid in song.
What can you do, but go on?
For however long
Knowing you've touched a living song
And the song no matter how long
Always calls you on..
What can you do, but go on?
That no matter how long
Hanging in a bated breath
You'll always hold that song..
That no matter how long
In the rhythm of its touch
You'll always feel that song..
That no matter how long
Residing...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#emotional #emotions
#emotional #emotions
544 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2020 5:47pm
1st Jun 2020 5:47pm
Inseparable
#love
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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
945 reads
10 Comments
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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