Submissions by Finsveru
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd May 2011 00:06am
22nd May 2011 00:06am
O England
O England, I have fallen in love with thee;
with thy landscape, buildings of history;
and I have not scratched everything underneath
thy face - what I know to be thy true glory.
O England, I have fallen in love with
thy people; their helpfulness, their smiles and jokes
and open-heartedness and patience with
tourists struggling over pences; these blokes
have no dishonourable intentions when
they say, "I shall take you home, just to make
sure you get there safe and sound, unhurt, well";
and there you are, on the back...
with thy landscape, buildings of history;
and I have not scratched everything underneath
thy face - what I know to be thy true glory.
O England, I have fallen in love with
thy people; their helpfulness, their smiles and jokes
and open-heartedness and patience with
tourists struggling over pences; these blokes
have no dishonourable intentions when
they say, "I shall take you home, just to make
sure you get there safe and sound, unhurt, well";
and there you are, on the back...
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ANGER POEM
Published
17th Apr 2011 9:19am
17th Apr 2011 9:19am
Chatroom Hate
Loss is not a toy but fragile, heavy weight
on shoulders; delicate, aching scream that
wants to be heard, to cease the hurt, the pain
- this is something they do, will not understand.
I have seen hatred spread about, but I
have closed my eyes and let the streams carry me.
Ah, how can one be so ignorant, blind?
I wish it is not too late to redeem...
But what can we do, facing the bloodlust,
all alone? Join the cycle of hatred? Anger...
I am, bit by bit, losing my faith, trust;
for what I have seen and heard, I feel strangled:...
on shoulders; delicate, aching scream that
wants to be heard, to cease the hurt, the pain
- this is something they do, will not understand.
I have seen hatred spread about, but I
have closed my eyes and let the streams carry me.
Ah, how can one be so ignorant, blind?
I wish it is not too late to redeem...
But what can we do, facing the bloodlust,
all alone? Join the cycle of hatred? Anger...
I am, bit by bit, losing my faith, trust;
for what I have seen and heard, I feel strangled:...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2011 8:44pm
16th Apr 2011 8:44pm
Longing For
My eyes, they gaze outside, at sky and trees
Your lies, they burn inside, smothering, withering
The sky is blue, and brightly the sun shines;
The extend of your horrible creatures sting.
Wishing to connect, with self and nature,
missing the link between father and child;
impaired and frozen, can not have fortune
until I am ready to hug the time.
The memories I buried long ago,
to shield myself from more harm, from more pain,
but it reached me, even when I was at home,
as stable with myself as a human can.
I look...
Your lies, they burn inside, smothering, withering
The sky is blue, and brightly the sun shines;
The extend of your horrible creatures sting.
Wishing to connect, with self and nature,
missing the link between father and child;
impaired and frozen, can not have fortune
until I am ready to hug the time.
The memories I buried long ago,
to shield myself from more harm, from more pain,
but it reached me, even when I was at home,
as stable with myself as a human can.
I look...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2011 12:45pm
12th Apr 2011 12:45pm
Result of Procrastination
Blank paper, blank mind, headache, tears and frustration.
Do this, do that, finish before deadline;
thoughts race, mistakes that laugh prevent succession.
I should have done these long ago, now crying
will not help, I made my choices, must deal with them.
Seminar,Persuasion, Dickens, entrance exam
- why, all before the end of May, and yet
they give us more to do, pressure is hard.
I can only wish for a miracle to happen,
saving my pride, saving me from the stress
that burns me out, that sets me down even when
I know only I...
Do this, do that, finish before deadline;
thoughts race, mistakes that laugh prevent succession.
I should have done these long ago, now crying
will not help, I made my choices, must deal with them.
Seminar,Persuasion, Dickens, entrance exam
- why, all before the end of May, and yet
they give us more to do, pressure is hard.
I can only wish for a miracle to happen,
saving my pride, saving me from the stress
that burns me out, that sets me down even when
I know only I...
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Apr 2011 11:26am
12th Apr 2011 11:26am
Breaking the Taboo
Mother. Her smile of warmth. Her love for us,
our love for her; excitement, happiness, mother.
Father. Distant his heart his look were always,
always gone, never knew of pain of ours, no, never.
Mother. Her fall was ours. We couldn't let go
of her; held on memories of warmth and smiles.
We couldn't understand how it could be so wrong.
We readied ourselves, or so we thought, for this.
But when it went wrong, hard fell we from pride.
Brother. His soul only remains, sinner's mark, my shame.
My limbs, gone;...
our love for her; excitement, happiness, mother.
Father. Distant his heart his look were always,
always gone, never knew of pain of ours, no, never.
Mother. Her fall was ours. We couldn't let go
of her; held on memories of warmth and smiles.
We couldn't understand how it could be so wrong.
We readied ourselves, or so we thought, for this.
But when it went wrong, hard fell we from pride.
Brother. His soul only remains, sinner's mark, my shame.
My limbs, gone;...
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