Submissions by IntoTheRain
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When it gets heavy, the pen feels so light. That’s why I write. If something is taking up space in my mind, on the paper it goes. “Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.” -Carl Sandburg
SELF POEM
Published
13th May 2017 9:20pm
13th May 2017 9:20pm
The Alpha and the Moon
Oh, be something - you love and understand"
plays over the bar speakers.
As we sit and finish our pale ales,
we are all deep thinkers.
I can remember my childhood well.
And the intense pain of my high school years.
It all seems so long ago,
now aging is apart of my new fears.
The time, it crept by so sneaky.
I look around at my life.
The new me at twenty five.
It has taken this long just to get it half right.
As the day goes down,
we sit here together.
We have all shared similar journeys, ...
plays over the bar speakers.
As we sit and finish our pale ales,
we are all deep thinkers.
I can remember my childhood well.
And the intense pain of my high school years.
It all seems so long ago,
now aging is apart of my new fears.
The time, it crept by so sneaky.
I look around at my life.
The new me at twenty five.
It has taken this long just to get it half right.
As the day goes down,
we sit here together.
We have all shared similar journeys, ...
931 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2017 2:36am
6th May 2017 2:36am
Newborn
The azul blue cast behind
the timber browns of bark.
Reminding that Spring is upon us,
returning from a winter so stark.
Hints of lilac and sage
lay against the ragged ground.
Meadows bow down to the Mountains,
the rebirth of nature well-found.
Newborn sprouts find strength from her rays,
A beautiful entrance to thriving future days.
the timber browns of bark.
Reminding that Spring is upon us,
returning from a winter so stark.
Hints of lilac and sage
lay against the ragged ground.
Meadows bow down to the Mountains,
the rebirth of nature well-found.
Newborn sprouts find strength from her rays,
A beautiful entrance to thriving future days.
584 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th May 2017 7:16pm
4th May 2017 7:16pm
The thought is always the same
Sabotage me,
my thoughts
- they do.
Reminding me,
of the old you.
I see your face,
and the youth in your eyes.
To think I was once close to you,
my god, why?
You're rotten on the inside,
but handsome as the day.
You're still a charmer,
it is like you never age.
Every time I think of you,
the thought is always the same.
"I once loved a mad man,
and he brought me much pain."
my thoughts
- they do.
Reminding me,
of the old you.
I see your face,
and the youth in your eyes.
To think I was once close to you,
my god, why?
You're rotten on the inside,
but handsome as the day.
You're still a charmer,
it is like you never age.
Every time I think of you,
the thought is always the same.
"I once loved a mad man,
and he brought me much pain."
709 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Apr 2017 9:28pm
26th Apr 2017 9:28pm
Bowing the strings.
At last, night fall.
A heavy breeze thickens.
Bodies like waves,
we rise and fall.
Tangled in sheets,
our own curtain call.
A small flame flickers,
in the corner casting shadows.
Of two lovers mending,
showing the curve of their backbones.
A submissive darkness,
touched only by heat.
A desperate affection
of bowing the strings.
A heavy breeze thickens.
Bodies like waves,
we rise and fall.
Tangled in sheets,
our own curtain call.
A small flame flickers,
in the corner casting shadows.
Of two lovers mending,
showing the curve of their backbones.
A submissive darkness,
touched only by heat.
A desperate affection
of bowing the strings.
1024 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2017 3:06am
26th Apr 2017 3:06am
Magic
The magic of memories I still keep,
so close to my spirit.
Of us two young girls wandering,
finding our way so fearless.
Autumn sunsets where our feet
guided down old foliage paths.
The smoke from the wood burner
our only north star back.
Visions of cats sleeping on your wooden porch.
Broken piano keys surrounded by flowers.
Gardens with fairies and a magic
that lingers only in childhood hours.
Every cigarette, every song,
stays with me now.
Remember how I used to tell you my dreams?
As soon as I'd...
so close to my spirit.
Of us two young girls wandering,
finding our way so fearless.
Autumn sunsets where our feet
guided down old foliage paths.
The smoke from the wood burner
our only north star back.
Visions of cats sleeping on your wooden porch.
Broken piano keys surrounded by flowers.
Gardens with fairies and a magic
that lingers only in childhood hours.
Every cigarette, every song,
stays with me now.
Remember how I used to tell you my dreams?
As soon as I'd...
742 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2017 1:08am
25th Apr 2017 1:08am
For Judith
I learned from a lighthouse
how to see.
She found me in my darkness,
her wisdom set me free.
I learned from a willow
how to sway in the breeze.
Her durability comforted me.
I learned from a brave soul
how to love.
Her heart on her sleeve,
she taught me to be me.
I learned from a soft word
how to be kind.
Her magic and guidance
is spoken in my words
you will find.
how to see.
She found me in my darkness,
her wisdom set me free.
I learned from a willow
how to sway in the breeze.
Her durability comforted me.
I learned from a brave soul
how to love.
Her heart on her sleeve,
she taught me to be me.
I learned from a soft word
how to be kind.
Her magic and guidance
is spoken in my words
you will find.
639 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2017 2:24am
23rd Apr 2017 2:24am
The Past
I still miss the smile of a mad man.
Someone I used to know.
Before he lost his mind,
and I had to let him go.
Someone I used to know.
Before he lost his mind,
and I had to let him go.
690 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2017 4:22am
22nd Apr 2017 4:22am
Glow of it all
Icicle blue lights.
A holiday evening of snow fall.
I walked silently towards home,
just to witness the glow of it all.
On my parents front porch they are strung,
twisted sapphires from the roof to the railing.
Like a snowy wonderland dream,
My imagination was sailing.
A holiday evening of snow fall.
I walked silently towards home,
just to witness the glow of it all.
On my parents front porch they are strung,
twisted sapphires from the roof to the railing.
Like a snowy wonderland dream,
My imagination was sailing.
510 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2017 9:16pm
19th Apr 2017 9:16pm
Beautiful Things
Beautiful things I’ve learned from you.
The kind of things no one else thought
to show me through.
Times when I felt lost in the blue,
you came and saved me.
You always knew.
You sewed my heart back brand new.
Filled it with tea leaves, dreams, and willow, too.
Told me to pray to the man on the moon.
Beautiful things I’ve learned from you.
The kind of things no one else thought
to show me through.
Times when I felt lost in the blue,
you came and saved me.
You always knew.
You sewed my heart back brand new.
Filled it with tea leaves, dreams, and willow, too.
Told me to pray to the man on the moon.
Beautiful things I’ve learned from you.
450 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2017 3:11am
18th Apr 2017 3:11am
Evening Haiku
The hills at twilight
have blood orange stains from a sun
that has set at dusk.
have blood orange stains from a sun
that has set at dusk.
490 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2017 00:45am
17th Apr 2017 00:45am
A memory of the past
I long for it.
That’s the truth of it all.
I still long for it.
Even after all this time,
and all the hurt.
You can change the mind,
but you can’t change the heart.
You can replay the past,
but you can not restart.
I long for it.
That’s the truth of it all.
I still long for it.
After night fall.
Even after all this time,
and all the hurt.
I still see your eyes,
and feel how they burn.
That’s the truth of it all.
I still long for it.
Even after all this time,
and all the hurt.
You can change the mind,
but you can’t change the heart.
You can replay the past,
but you can not restart.
I long for it.
That’s the truth of it all.
I still long for it.
After night fall.
Even after all this time,
and all the hurt.
I still see your eyes,
and feel how they burn.
617 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2017 3:20pm
16th Apr 2017 3:20pm
Things you can just tell by
Things you can just tell by...
the troubled look on her face.
All the hurt, accumulating disappointment.
To let down to let go.
Things you can just tell by...
how she is afraid of change, afraid of hope.
She knows not what she is seeking,
and the search seems pointless.
Things you can just tell by...
the aged look of her smile,
the hidden pain in her laugh.
She wonders if she has messed up too hard,
messed up too much.
Things you can just tell by...
The way she stumbles,
walking home by...
the troubled look on her face.
All the hurt, accumulating disappointment.
To let down to let go.
Things you can just tell by...
how she is afraid of change, afraid of hope.
She knows not what she is seeking,
and the search seems pointless.
Things you can just tell by...
the aged look of her smile,
the hidden pain in her laugh.
She wonders if she has messed up too hard,
messed up too much.
Things you can just tell by...
The way she stumbles,
walking home by...
572 reads
5 Comments
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