Submissions by Grace (IDryad)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
The Long Dance from Midnight
the mountains was young as the pristine earth
in ancient times' sepia lights lustily glow
Shamans chants their songs with nature
each breath of air waking the spirits, flowed
the rhythm of gongs mesmerising
the dance of the Shamans enchanting
the shrieked answers from the mountains bone chilling
nature's spirit sings out in eerie voices
the spirits coalesced with the Shamans
a painful grouping of the supernatural
with the natural scrapping flesh to bones
as barbed wire wrapped around the mortal coil
and then they...
in ancient times' sepia lights lustily glow
Shamans chants their songs with nature
each breath of air waking the spirits, flowed
the rhythm of gongs mesmerising
the dance of the Shamans enchanting
the shrieked answers from the mountains bone chilling
nature's spirit sings out in eerie voices
the spirits coalesced with the Shamans
a painful grouping of the supernatural
with the natural scrapping flesh to bones
as barbed wire wrapped around the mortal coil
and then they...
#sacrifice
#TruthOfLife
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Adventure in Narrative Poem
Great Moments In War
Bearing down on the men
with barrel and site, he smirked
the gleam of metal polished black
camouflage hid him and his intentions
rolling over to a tighter corner, he waited
logic says one or more will wander over
taking a breath, he exhaled calm
loving the feel of his finger on the trigger
as a set of legs turns his direction
drawing in tight with just a squeeze at the ready
he squeezes back as it fires out, soaking John
from head to toe, his trigger ready for more
Written by...
Bearing down on the men
with barrel and site, he smirked
the gleam of metal polished black
camouflage hid him and his intentions
rolling over to a tighter corner, he waited
logic says one or more will wander over
taking a breath, he exhaled calm
loving the feel of his finger on the trigger
as a set of legs turns his direction
drawing in tight with just a squeeze at the ready
he squeezes back as it fires out, soaking John
from head to toe, his trigger ready for more
Written by...
#memorial
#memories
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Warmth of a Blue Raincoat
When I reached out to you
in the early hours of Sunday
you said you were cold and blue
in your place so far away
When the night closed
you reached out to me
you talked about your blue raincoat
that didn’t prevent you getting wet
You said you missed me so
wanted to reconnect like before
your call was interrupted
just like it always did
in the early hours of Sunday
you said you were cold and blue
in your place so far away
When the night closed
you reached out to me
you talked about your blue raincoat
that didn’t prevent you getting wet
You said you missed me so
wanted to reconnect like before
your call was interrupted
just like it always did
#LifeAsAWriter
#UnrequitedLove
238 reads
12 Comments
Moonbeam Eyes
moonbeam eyes where dreams linger
they dance on the walls gently
reflections of what her hearts hear
hearts to love's pure light, softly
his eyes blue like the sky
framed by rainbow hues
twinkles with love desires
love that's eternally shown
moonbeam eyes where her world unfold
where all secrets she held for him are told
his eyes in beauty ever shining bright
embracing her beam with eternal light
an enchantment silently bestowed
his love is hers eternal, profound
they dance on the walls gently
reflections of what her hearts hear
hearts to love's pure light, softly
his eyes blue like the sky
framed by rainbow hues
twinkles with love desires
love that's eternally shown
moonbeam eyes where her world unfold
where all secrets she held for him are told
his eyes in beauty ever shining bright
embracing her beam with eternal light
an enchantment silently bestowed
his love is hers eternal, profound
#LifeAsAWriter
#romantic
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Seeing Blue
Writing without walking on eggshells
trying not to give the wrong impressions
not step on the feelings of sensitives
is easy when inside one's own domain
Blue...seeing blue again Is happiness
in its own way its coming home
to the land with blue vastness
that always breathe a whispered welcome
this is where the beauty of fantasyland
survive the loss of innocence
and simplicity in looking at the world
with kindness and tolerance
the seashore with the blue sand
and sunsets with hues of rainbows
where...
trying not to give the wrong impressions
not step on the feelings of sensitives
is easy when inside one's own domain
Blue...seeing blue again Is happiness
in its own way its coming home
to the land with blue vastness
that always breathe a whispered welcome
this is where the beauty of fantasyland
survive the loss of innocence
and simplicity in looking at the world
with kindness and tolerance
the seashore with the blue sand
and sunsets with hues of rainbows
where...
#SelfReflection
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An Echo, Golden Dusts
I heard your voice today
a single word right in my ear
the words Gracie loud and clear
I sat frozen trying hard to hear
would there be more words
would your voice be heard
and repeated very kindly
so I could hear it again clearly
Three years have passed since
you went to sleep and never woke up
our poems for you had tapered off
I waited for dreams to conjure you up
You never came into my dreams
when tears dusts the remembrance
from my weary eyes and heart
I turn inward to embrace golden dusts
...
a single word right in my ear
the words Gracie loud and clear
I sat frozen trying hard to hear
would there be more words
would your voice be heard
and repeated very kindly
so I could hear it again clearly
Three years have passed since
you went to sleep and never woke up
our poems for you had tapered off
I waited for dreams to conjure you up
You never came into my dreams
when tears dusts the remembrance
from my weary eyes and heart
I turn inward to embrace golden dusts
...
#death
#love
#SelfReflection
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Onion Peels
I am like a humble onion
layers of me with secrets
sometimes I make me cry
and at times just peel and dry
there are layers interlaced
each one an honest reflection
of a piece of experiences past
a library of intricate emotions
the skin is a shield of protection
against those with bad intention
away from nosy prying eyes
within the core my true self lies
layers of me with secrets
sometimes I make me cry
and at times just peel and dry
there are layers interlaced
each one an honest reflection
of a piece of experiences past
a library of intricate emotions
the skin is a shield of protection
against those with bad intention
away from nosy prying eyes
within the core my true self lies
#SelfReflection
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Its Only Words
its only words
say it and let it out
it wont carve into stones
lamentations of love unrequited
don't speak out your thoughts
don't bother to say sorry
your vows had been snapped
cut by both of you
your new love
the one that sprang
from old wishing well
in your almost dry feelings
to you she is a fresh bloom
sprouting from the soil
of your turbulent emotion
deep down in your soul
hold on to love
embrace it close
its your lifeline
just remember Words
spoken,...
say it and let it out
it wont carve into stones
lamentations of love unrequited
don't speak out your thoughts
don't bother to say sorry
your vows had been snapped
cut by both of you
your new love
the one that sprang
from old wishing well
in your almost dry feelings
to you she is a fresh bloom
sprouting from the soil
of your turbulent emotion
deep down in your soul
hold on to love
embrace it close
its your lifeline
just remember Words
spoken,...
#FallingInLove
#UnrequitedLove
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13 Comments
Nobody Cares, Love
just be where you are
nothing is waiting for you
in any other places, anyway
anything you have is from what you do
no one will play your mirror
no conscience voice at the corridor
telling you right from wrong
its all just you, everything
don't believe anybody is interested
in the affairs of your heart
no one cares if you laughed or cry
or if you've been hung out to dry
they laugh and joke
oh look at the old slowpoke
crying for a love in his winter
'death beckons, ready to wither'
so stay...
nothing is waiting for you
in any other places, anyway
anything you have is from what you do
no one will play your mirror
no conscience voice at the corridor
telling you right from wrong
its all just you, everything
don't believe anybody is interested
in the affairs of your heart
no one cares if you laughed or cry
or if you've been hung out to dry
they laugh and joke
oh look at the old slowpoke
crying for a love in his winter
'death beckons, ready to wither'
so stay...
#FallingInLove
#UnrequitedLove
225 reads
11 Comments
Keep Me Near
keep me near
as close as heartbeats
with the pulse you hear
strong and tight
hold me near
with the touches of your fingers
one hand on my shoulder
the smile on your lips
always be there
even as I lay down here
cold and so alone
accompanied by love's vision
as close as heartbeats
with the pulse you hear
strong and tight
hold me near
with the touches of your fingers
one hand on my shoulder
the smile on your lips
always be there
even as I lay down here
cold and so alone
accompanied by love's vision
#FallingInLove
307 reads
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Something Whispered
I love You
three Ways to say it
they are all true
different levels of the heart
I Love You
high and light
with a hint of laughter
an affectionate smile
I Love You
with the You dragged out
with a wave goodbye
and a flying kiss
I Love You
Low and Slow
stressed on Love
from the heart
nothing is sadder
when the message
is lost
spoken in whispers
three Ways to say it
they are all true
different levels of the heart
I Love You
high and light
with a hint of laughter
an affectionate smile
I Love You
with the You dragged out
with a wave goodbye
and a flying kiss
I Love You
Low and Slow
stressed on Love
from the heart
nothing is sadder
when the message
is lost
spoken in whispers
#sadness
#FallingInLove
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In His Heart
his walks in the park
is a quiet slow pace
listening to a singing lark
in another time and place
he loves her still
in his quiet way
she doesn't listen anymore
her fire for him gone
she asked to be free once
and he had hurt so bad
sadly he let her go
but she never left
she stayed but left their room
she became distant a stranger
he didn't mind anymore
she was just someone in another room
he loves her for their children
who had grown and went away
in the world...
is a quiet slow pace
listening to a singing lark
in another time and place
he loves her still
in his quiet way
she doesn't listen anymore
her fire for him gone
she asked to be free once
and he had hurt so bad
sadly he let her go
but she never left
she stayed but left their room
she became distant a stranger
he didn't mind anymore
she was just someone in another room
he loves her for their children
who had grown and went away
in the world...
#sadness
#marriage
#FallingInLove
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