Submissions by Gregory_Cristal
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing for about 25 years. I have only recently felt comfortable enough to share my work which is best delivered when spoken by me.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2018 11:22pm
3rd Apr 2018 11:22pm
When This House is Filled with Love
When this house is empty,
The days grow long and sad.
The excess spaces,
Lack of faces,
Once turned the good me, bad.
But when the house is filled with love
And there comes blossom in her laugh
The rooms fill;
And burst, until
Music sings throughout the draught.
And lazy Sundays melt the ice.
Warm porridge and little things,
A flood of light,
And like a kite;
This house and all within, has wings.
The days grow long and sad.
The excess spaces,
Lack of faces,
Once turned the good me, bad.
But when the house is filled with love
And there comes blossom in her laugh
The rooms fill;
And burst, until
Music sings throughout the draught.
And lazy Sundays melt the ice.
Warm porridge and little things,
A flood of light,
And like a kite;
This house and all within, has wings.
#happiness
#love
#family
#friendship
#home
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2018 11:21pm
3rd Apr 2018 11:21pm
Decided Double-Sided
As I go to start, I pause,
And ponder of the end.
My reaching hand most suddenly,
Retracts from its extend.
The table tennis in my head,
Finds a merit, then a flaw.
While others wait impatiently,
Within the corridor.
One step forward, then one back,
Not proper to behave,
Of making choices where;
Our will becomes our slave.
But playing out a life ahead,
Who knows just what to do?
Hard decisions made by us,
Draw roads ahead to places new.
And ponder of the end.
My reaching hand most suddenly,
Retracts from its extend.
The table tennis in my head,
Finds a merit, then a flaw.
While others wait impatiently,
Within the corridor.
One step forward, then one back,
Not proper to behave,
Of making choices where;
Our will becomes our slave.
But playing out a life ahead,
Who knows just what to do?
Hard decisions made by us,
Draw roads ahead to places new.
#anxiety
#patience
#LifeCycle
#confusion
#freedom
470 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2018 9:40pm
2nd Apr 2018 9:40pm
I Warble North
Undertone, the humbled voices.
Mosaic: normal conversation.
Deaf; the parody of noise.
Accents from a familiar nation.
Alight, and here I take a breath;
The duvet of the grey sky,
Tile this zombied morn
As hammers smack the minutes by.
Await to locomote north,
Countless trains flatline past
As neon scars in raindrops pooling
Dwindle in the overcast.
Mosaic: normal conversation.
Deaf; the parody of noise.
Accents from a familiar nation.
Alight, and here I take a breath;
The duvet of the grey sky,
Tile this zombied morn
As hammers smack the minutes by.
Await to locomote north,
Countless trains flatline past
As neon scars in raindrops pooling
Dwindle in the overcast.
#city
#rain
#travel
#consumerism
#morning
489 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Apr 2018 5:01pm
1st Apr 2018 5:01pm
My Riddled Stasis
Desperate to escape this skin.
My haggard coat and bloated vest.
Crawling outside. Crawling in.
Want hard the credits of this reel.
Dull pain, with a side of thought.
Slime tapers from these thirsty gums.
Trapped in a chamber of pity.
Carving unrelenting notches.
Begging for the night to pause
And cradle me to a better place.
Be it Dust or Damp.
Dawn seeps through the cracks of my hope.
To lose another bout to wake.
My haggard coat and bloated vest.
Crawling outside. Crawling in.
Want hard the credits of this reel.
Dull pain, with a side of thought.
Slime tapers from these thirsty gums.
Trapped in a chamber of pity.
Carving unrelenting notches.
Begging for the night to pause
And cradle me to a better place.
Be it Dust or Damp.
Dawn seeps through the cracks of my hope.
To lose another bout to wake.
#dark
#night
#insomnia
#illness
#sleep
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