Submissions by Great_dane (Dala)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When I need to speak my mind but the bridge between my thoughts and my larynx is destructed by pride, I begin to construct sentences in the form of poetry to get me to the other side
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2016 7:07pm
14th Feb 2016 7:07pm
Rain...
The absolution of her prowess in poetry
Is boundless, in a realm of consistency.
The concision of her verbiage consoles me dearly;
Even when I live in shadows so dreary.
I'm enlightened by the rays of her brilliance
Clearly, engulfed in her ink,
soaked, drenched...drowning in embrace.
She bestows an abyss of eloquence
Within the depths of my mind.
Ever so kind, touching the core of my soul;
Her words written with a quill, plucked from the wings of an angel.
Words so arcane, they reign in veracity,
Composed in a manner far from mundanity;...
Is boundless, in a realm of consistency.
The concision of her verbiage consoles me dearly;
Even when I live in shadows so dreary.
I'm enlightened by the rays of her brilliance
Clearly, engulfed in her ink,
soaked, drenched...drowning in embrace.
She bestows an abyss of eloquence
Within the depths of my mind.
Ever so kind, touching the core of my soul;
Her words written with a quill, plucked from the wings of an angel.
Words so arcane, they reign in veracity,
Composed in a manner far from mundanity;...
844 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jan 2016 5:04pm
9th Jan 2016 5:04pm
At war with myself
The cold war ignited a spar of words,
My impulsive Calvary versus my regiment of forethought.
This constant back and forth in my frontal lobe
Led to an impasse during peace talks with my inner being.
Captured are my cognitive grey cells, my sense of reason;
Sparking a war, catastrophe galore...
The uprising rebels begin the onslaught by day,
A deceitful masquerade, in various shades of grey;
Intending to buyout my free will,
A penny for my thoughts, if you may.
Behold...
A clandestine warfare, between I and me.
Where the aspect of logic brought...
My impulsive Calvary versus my regiment of forethought.
This constant back and forth in my frontal lobe
Led to an impasse during peace talks with my inner being.
Captured are my cognitive grey cells, my sense of reason;
Sparking a war, catastrophe galore...
The uprising rebels begin the onslaught by day,
A deceitful masquerade, in various shades of grey;
Intending to buyout my free will,
A penny for my thoughts, if you may.
Behold...
A clandestine warfare, between I and me.
Where the aspect of logic brought...
846 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Dec 2015 8:24am
17th Dec 2015 8:24am
Broken
BROKEN
An acute transposition:
From a fallen angel to a broken soul;
A reclusive personification,
Just yesterday she was daddy's little girl...
Either time lapsed in his eyes only,
And he saw a woman in a 6 yr old girl;
Or the absent Holy Spirit left him lonely,
And his cognition couldn't surmount the devil...
For such frequent yet temporal occurrences,
Left interminable scars in her limbic system.
Being a mute ate away what was left of her innocence.
Daddy's little girl was too young to be a victim...
An acute transposition:
From a fallen angel to a broken soul;
A reclusive personification,
Just yesterday she was daddy's little girl...
Either time lapsed in his eyes only,
And he saw a woman in a 6 yr old girl;
Or the absent Holy Spirit left him lonely,
And his cognition couldn't surmount the devil...
For such frequent yet temporal occurrences,
Left interminable scars in her limbic system.
Being a mute ate away what was left of her innocence.
Daddy's little girl was too young to be a victim...
723 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Dec 2015 7:07am
17th Dec 2015 7:07am
Questions posed
Trying to comprehend the state of events,
As different perspectives bring me back to the same place.
So my mind constructs a sequence of words,
That all revolve around "miss" as the main verb.
The constant of time only prolongs the mystery,
The constant of change only adds to the misery.
With all that’s changed over the years between us,
Questions posed over time are somewhat synonymous;
From infinite possibilities to a definite one,
Forever at heart you will be even though you're forever gone....
As different perspectives bring me back to the same place.
So my mind constructs a sequence of words,
That all revolve around "miss" as the main verb.
The constant of time only prolongs the mystery,
The constant of change only adds to the misery.
With all that’s changed over the years between us,
Questions posed over time are somewhat synonymous;
From infinite possibilities to a definite one,
Forever at heart you will be even though you're forever gone....
819 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2015 11:15am
2nd Dec 2015 11:15am
Desert Storm
Desert storm
A disaster imminently looming, temperatures fuming;
The weather fiercely booming as the sun zooms in.
The scorching ray penetrates the skin, beyond the marrow,
It burns deep within a heart so shallow.
I’m left homeless, bare with no shelter;
The roof was blown by the winds of revelation.
The walls close in, and then shatter from devastation,
The sun flares in, the storm nears in;
My strength fails me, apparent cold heart melting.
The agony of relief from love, a typical love parody.
Putting my foot down to a terrain of anguish,...
A disaster imminently looming, temperatures fuming;
The weather fiercely booming as the sun zooms in.
The scorching ray penetrates the skin, beyond the marrow,
It burns deep within a heart so shallow.
I’m left homeless, bare with no shelter;
The roof was blown by the winds of revelation.
The walls close in, and then shatter from devastation,
The sun flares in, the storm nears in;
My strength fails me, apparent cold heart melting.
The agony of relief from love, a typical love parody.
Putting my foot down to a terrain of anguish,...
1137 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2015 5:38am
23rd Nov 2015 5:38am
Runaway
On a highroad untraveled paved by opportunity
High grade of hope degraded by fear
In the vicinity the street lights glare
Bulbs of truth flickering on the lamps they lie
Vying to glow in the midst of dark propaganda
A cry of a belief existing asunder this world of grief
A winter breeze warms the cold nights
A summer breeze burns the scars from this marathon
Soles sore, approaching shore, a run for the soul
A piece of mind, food for thought, to heal the soul/sore
Left and right alternate
All that’s left right obliterates
A walk, a jog, then...
High grade of hope degraded by fear
In the vicinity the street lights glare
Bulbs of truth flickering on the lamps they lie
Vying to glow in the midst of dark propaganda
A cry of a belief existing asunder this world of grief
A winter breeze warms the cold nights
A summer breeze burns the scars from this marathon
Soles sore, approaching shore, a run for the soul
A piece of mind, food for thought, to heal the soul/sore
Left and right alternate
All that’s left right obliterates
A walk, a jog, then...
726 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2015 5:35am
23rd Nov 2015 5:35am
Memoirs of regret
Each line in each paragraph on each page of my book
Transcribes opportunities missed/ not taken or words mistook
A collection of a recollection of times in my darkest of days
Is my chronicle of lament to enlighten one on my desolation phase.
The nightmare of being left only with a daydream of a fantasized reality
Haunts the depths of my mind as the ghost of my past taunts me fervently.
With every shooting star, I wish to turn the page
But the leaf of each chapter is stained with the ink of regret
And circumscribed by the theme of "if only"... ...
Transcribes opportunities missed/ not taken or words mistook
A collection of a recollection of times in my darkest of days
Is my chronicle of lament to enlighten one on my desolation phase.
The nightmare of being left only with a daydream of a fantasized reality
Haunts the depths of my mind as the ghost of my past taunts me fervently.
With every shooting star, I wish to turn the page
But the leaf of each chapter is stained with the ink of regret
And circumscribed by the theme of "if only"... ...
765 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2015 11:21am
22nd Nov 2015 11:21am
Farewell
I must say, in all fairness, a farewell though rather fiendish
Halts false hope and is only fair to our well being.
Though the blows of unrealistic fantasies cracked my glass heart,
The final goodbye instigates waves of anguish that break my heart.
The shattered pieces dissect the muscles trying to hold me together,
As a glass tear navigates my veins only to burst my tear duct.
The rest cascade the butterflies that once made my tummy churn.
All that’s left beneath the sheath of pride remains critical,
As the scars are internal and the bleeding is invisible...
Halts false hope and is only fair to our well being.
Though the blows of unrealistic fantasies cracked my glass heart,
The final goodbye instigates waves of anguish that break my heart.
The shattered pieces dissect the muscles trying to hold me together,
As a glass tear navigates my veins only to burst my tear duct.
The rest cascade the butterflies that once made my tummy churn.
All that’s left beneath the sheath of pride remains critical,
As the scars are internal and the bleeding is invisible...
839 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2015 11:17am
22nd Nov 2015 11:17am
Attached paintings
Closer we drew together like a fine art;
The more detail revealed, instilled an understanding on both parts;
With More strokes of happiness and relation,
Brushing aside any taste of bitterness or corrosion.
A canvas of emotions, painted by love,
You had my all and you didn't know the half of it.
But like all paintings, after the heart is put into its design,
There comes a time to let go of a beauty that was mine.
With each second, a bristle fell from the brush;
With each stroke, the painting neared a figment of my past;
Constituting pigments of...
The more detail revealed, instilled an understanding on both parts;
With More strokes of happiness and relation,
Brushing aside any taste of bitterness or corrosion.
A canvas of emotions, painted by love,
You had my all and you didn't know the half of it.
But like all paintings, after the heart is put into its design,
There comes a time to let go of a beauty that was mine.
With each second, a bristle fell from the brush;
With each stroke, the painting neared a figment of my past;
Constituting pigments of...
872 reads
3 Comments
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