Submissions by God-Is-In-The-Rain (Gregory Rain)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My goal is to create something of value, I welcome advice and suggestions and treasure criticism. PS: if you enjoy making simple 10 minute sketches with pencil, please hit me up - I've got some works that could use them.
DARK POEM
Published
4th Mar 2021 12:25pm
4th Mar 2021 12:25pm
Rising Saviour
Hair strains woven from ashes.
Red dawn guiding her eyes.
Lips made of wounds and scratches,
and teeth akin to spikes.
Bile and molten earth flowing -
right beneath her snow-white nape.
Pose of beast, but couture showing -
body bearing a child's shape.
The skin parched, hardened leather.
Lacking both in hoofs and horns.
Call her savior or the devil.
Give her - the crown of thorns.
Blinded by a rage that's lawless.
At once both sane and mad.
Rising from deepest darkness -
Ready to...
Red dawn guiding her eyes.
Lips made of wounds and scratches,
and teeth akin to spikes.
Bile and molten earth flowing -
right beneath her snow-white nape.
Pose of beast, but couture showing -
body bearing a child's shape.
The skin parched, hardened leather.
Lacking both in hoofs and horns.
Call her savior or the devil.
Give her - the crown of thorns.
Blinded by a rage that's lawless.
At once both sane and mad.
Rising from deepest darkness -
Ready to...
#God
409 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Feb 2021 1:55pm
17th Feb 2021 1:55pm
Remember. Remember, remember you all
How quick and how easy, is it to fall.
You future, You present, You me's from before;
Remember. Remember, remember you all.
You future, You present, You me's from before;
Remember. Remember, remember you all.
#depression
265 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2020 7:32pm
22nd Aug 2020 7:32pm
Little Red Radish
eyes from willow leaves
hair from willow pulp
lips from morning breeze
with colors of sun-fall
skin like a young stream
delicate and soft
pale like body cream
yet dry like summer drought
warm breath of a doe
tight hug of a bear
humor of a crow
and kind like wasp in hair
sassy swarm of bees
playful drop of dew
straw that loves to tease
my gorgeous Forrest girl
horse-loving tomboy
princess wearing black
my bundle of joy
my little radish -
red,
beautiful,
and when...
hair from willow pulp
lips from morning breeze
with colors of sun-fall
skin like a young stream
delicate and soft
pale like body cream
yet dry like summer drought
warm breath of a doe
tight hug of a bear
humor of a crow
and kind like wasp in hair
sassy swarm of bees
playful drop of dew
straw that loves to tease
my gorgeous Forrest girl
horse-loving tomboy
princess wearing black
my bundle of joy
my little radish -
red,
beautiful,
and when...
#love
331 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
16th Aug 2020 10:29pm
16th Aug 2020 10:29pm
Hallow Day
Hallow evening's rising past
a battle destined to be last
the age-old strife in final state
between the love and between hate
hero and villain eye to eye
both let out last battle cry
and Leaves they clap and Trees they bow
as they witness final blow
dressed in black and with cold breath
for the villain comes the Death
and promises of simple chores
dress the land in hopeful roars
just the hero's standing still
on the top of Hallow Hill
lips shut tight, eyes open wide
a simple thought torments the...
a battle destined to be last
the age-old strife in final state
between the love and between hate
hero and villain eye to eye
both let out last battle cry
and Leaves they clap and Trees they bow
as they witness final blow
dressed in black and with cold breath
for the villain comes the Death
and promises of simple chores
dress the land in hopeful roars
just the hero's standing still
on the top of Hallow Hill
lips shut tight, eyes open wide
a simple thought torments the...
#ShortStory
402 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
12th Aug 2020 8:04pm
12th Aug 2020 8:04pm
Mechanics Prayer
concrete hills and rainbow pills
mind's just husk the body fills
copper vines on stainless pines
waves of ash with asbestos signs
plastic reefs and golden leaves
bend under the misty breeze
there rose from brass is hissing sass
on things that come and quickly pass
so my friends; once our shift ends
and rust will ask US out to dance
we'll turn to dust along our past
but others will do what we must
Let's sing our prayers, let's sing our praise
so they will ours, so next will theirs
to pipes and beams - the veins...
mind's just husk the body fills
copper vines on stainless pines
waves of ash with asbestos signs
plastic reefs and golden leaves
bend under the misty breeze
there rose from brass is hissing sass
on things that come and quickly pass
so my friends; once our shift ends
and rust will ask US out to dance
we'll turn to dust along our past
but others will do what we must
Let's sing our prayers, let's sing our praise
so they will ours, so next will theirs
to pipes and beams - the veins...
#steampunk
479 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2020 4:39pm
8th Aug 2020 4:39pm
Modern Poets
Like a quote from Nietzsche
used by angsty teen
we paint pages with "wisdoms"
world's already seen.
Hoping to raise numbers
hoping to do well
we're putting down new lines of
cringy clique hell.
And so to all the readers
daring to give shots -
We keep you in our prayers,
we keep you in our thoughts.
used by angsty teen
we paint pages with "wisdoms"
world's already seen.
Hoping to raise numbers
hoping to do well
we're putting down new lines of
cringy clique hell.
And so to all the readers
daring to give shots -
We keep you in our prayers,
we keep you in our thoughts.
#gratitude
#SelfWorth
345 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2020 1:42pm
6th Aug 2020 1:42pm
Cherry
Young and healthy sapling
crimson lips and hair
just the eyes are green
with stars lost in there
laughter that beats silence
a smile that heals pain
cutie full of jokes
while standing in the rain.
Tell me my dear Cherry
should the winter cry
once you lose your bosoms -
and yous leaves run dry.
Sun will wash all over
wrinkles on your face
and all you will be left with
is for your mind to keep pace.
Will you even manage
to hold a simple thought?
Inside withered shell that -
only...
crimson lips and hair
just the eyes are green
with stars lost in there
laughter that beats silence
a smile that heals pain
cutie full of jokes
while standing in the rain.
Tell me my dear Cherry
should the winter cry
once you lose your bosoms -
and yous leaves run dry.
Sun will wash all over
wrinkles on your face
and all you will be left with
is for your mind to keep pace.
Will you even manage
to hold a simple thought?
Inside withered shell that -
only...
#aging
371 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2020 6:32pm
5th Aug 2020 6:32pm
Blank Page
Completely flat.
So beautifully clean.
Always ready to convey a message -
of someone else.
Just take a pen,
and put in your thoughts.
For an endless repetition,
nothing more and nothing less.
Devoid of substance,
or any understanding.
Mr. I know it all -
Mr. Blank Page.
So beautifully clean.
Always ready to convey a message -
of someone else.
Just take a pen,
and put in your thoughts.
For an endless repetition,
nothing more and nothing less.
Devoid of substance,
or any understanding.
Mr. I know it all -
Mr. Blank Page.
#hypocrisy
343 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jun 2020 2:30am
25th Jun 2020 2:30am
4 Seasons
Spring had brought a thunder.
Summer ran away.
Autumn fell and after -
Winter had its say
Summer ran away.
Autumn fell and after -
Winter had its say
#death
387 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2020 10:56pm
22nd Jun 2020 10:56pm
Lone beginnings and accompanied ends
one step further and two steps back
slowly i rise from the last low
peppered by tips on proper life
by shells who dare to think they know
i wish to be so bold again
i wish to see past silver line
i wish for badge beyond months’ old
i wish for all, for none, for dime.
dial in ears, and credit gone
long list of names too tiring to read
addresses all listed in sent
never to reappear in received
the sky shares its shades with concrete
i keep forgetting which is which
seems death doesn’t take desperate calls ...
slowly i rise from the last low
peppered by tips on proper life
by shells who dare to think they know
i wish to be so bold again
i wish to see past silver line
i wish for badge beyond months’ old
i wish for all, for none, for dime.
dial in ears, and credit gone
long list of names too tiring to read
addresses all listed in sent
never to reappear in received
the sky shares its shades with concrete
i keep forgetting which is which
seems death doesn’t take desperate calls ...
#suicide
393 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Aug 2019 6:49pm
11th Aug 2019 6:49pm
Vermillion Highs
There's a misty landscape,
With birch trees standing tall,
With cypress blossoming,
And rain that washes all.
Remember all the things?
You said you'd rather die.
Well where were they back then!?
And you yell and i cry
Under the vermillion skies -
Of you and i.
There is a silver river,
Very, very nearby.
We can try to swim there,
But i'll most likely die.
Such a peaceful slumber,
Such a violent death,
And my last chance to feel,
Calming warmth of your breath,
Under the vermillion lies -
Of you...
With birch trees standing tall,
With cypress blossoming,
And rain that washes all.
Remember all the things?
You said you'd rather die.
Well where were they back then!?
And you yell and i cry
Under the vermillion skies -
Of you and i.
There is a silver river,
Very, very nearby.
We can try to swim there,
But i'll most likely die.
Such a peaceful slumber,
Such a violent death,
And my last chance to feel,
Calming warmth of your breath,
Under the vermillion lies -
Of you...
#love
#murder
#suicide
361 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Aug 2019 11:05am
8th Aug 2019 11:05am
Down the Riverbed
Moss dances to the rhythm -
of an old knife violently mourning.
As it pays for its stay in rust -
watching the morning.
Down the riverbed.
Even in an overwhelming heatwave -
water chills to the bones.
Lights of the noon are chasing each other -
on landscape of stones.
Down the riverbed.
Wilting willow leaves weep -
incarnadine, falu and vermillion wed.
And in the gentle light of dusk -
the river runs red.
Down the riverbed.
Stars mingle in the edges of falling ice -
carving in signs from an...
of an old knife violently mourning.
As it pays for its stay in rust -
watching the morning.
Down the riverbed.
Even in an overwhelming heatwave -
water chills to the bones.
Lights of the noon are chasing each other -
on landscape of stones.
Down the riverbed.
Wilting willow leaves weep -
incarnadine, falu and vermillion wed.
And in the gentle light of dusk -
the river runs red.
Down the riverbed.
Stars mingle in the edges of falling ice -
carving in signs from an...
#murder
#river
#nature
415 reads
1 Comment
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