Submissions by Inverted_poet29
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I Have a deep mind. I am mostly introverted. My art is my poetry. My mind flows with the words of my heart. My soul is connection to my emotions.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2023 4:09pm
20th Feb 2023 4:09pm
Seeds in every way
A seed is many things wrapped into potential. It's a dream, or even a curse that can be planted. Seeds reap what you put into it. If you plant a seed and leave it, it will give you nothing but a shell and disappointment. We all have planted, even if some of those seeds were unwanted. A dream is a thought of a seed, with the action of putting it into place is the sowing of this seed. Life or death comes from seeds. Growth or curses are put upon such a small thing, however it only grows with the food you give it. Sometimes when seeds become plants, or bloom, they always have a chance to fail or...
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Feb 2023 4:58pm
17th Feb 2023 4:58pm
Spiral staircase
Walking up the stairs of my own self can be scary and eye opening. You are your own architect of life. Growing up you getting molded like pottery, no matter what, you have your own experiences. Each step is made of stone with words etched in place never left behind, yet saved always to be tapped anytime. With each step it can become extremely hard, however some steps are easy going. Getting dizzy with the spiraling emotion that's etched into my own inner child of growing up. Step after step tearing down the walls that will always scar, while some that can never come down will always haunt me...
#childhood
#LifeStruggles
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2023 4:36pm
17th Feb 2023 4:36pm
Blue eyed view
The world is a canvas with unlimited paints to paint with because my imagination and freedom of mind with expression that has never ending possibilities with all the pictures that's inside the blue ocean of my mind. Your view is only limited to your attitude and state of mind when it comes to anything that you want to paint for the road ahead for the limited years lived. Love is more precious then any precious stone that anyone can encounter its shining glory of a beautiful refined stone, because love is sacrifice to the one that you love and the many that love you making that feeling even...
#TruthOfLife
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
12th Dec 2019 7:23am
12th Dec 2019 7:23am
MY SPINNING HEAD
my spinning head
Spinning while remembering everything
Sometimes I would like to forget
My life has many secrets with thorns
Making me wish I could go back.
This wall over myself is concrete
And somethings I still see I just want to retreat.
I am who I am because of circumstances that I did not predict
Sometimes the things I know makes me sick.
People take life for granted.
Don't believe me, then look at the blood spilled that overflows our land with murder, malice, rage and suicide.
Our souls are filled...
Spinning while remembering everything
Sometimes I would like to forget
My life has many secrets with thorns
Making me wish I could go back.
This wall over myself is concrete
And somethings I still see I just want to retreat.
I am who I am because of circumstances that I did not predict
Sometimes the things I know makes me sick.
People take life for granted.
Don't believe me, then look at the blood spilled that overflows our land with murder, malice, rage and suicide.
Our souls are filled...
#myself
333 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2018 1:09am
26th Jan 2018 1:09am
Worm Hole
We all have different lives, with different experiences sometimes with a twisted reality that burns inside our being. Little cuts of this world can make us hide with a unbreakable wall that leaves us with many things that's like a worm hole of feeling swirling like a cloud. Thunder strikes the soul, while the heart beats making the electricity flow within the very vessel you kept within. Splendor can rise and crash many times through with so much force, it leaves sound that can't escape the silence of the lips the beholder holds so tight. Deep crevices hold always of growing into maturity of...
#LifeChangingMoment
428 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2018 5:34pm
24th Jan 2018 5:34pm
Maze
Twisting my reality makes me wander for days in a relentless struggle for what I want the most.
Im always taking many paths and to which one is wrong, or right I'm not sure I will ever know.
Sometimes walking in the silence of the dark in my own head gives me peace at times of struggle.
When I sit down I even go into a maze that takes me a long time to unravel.
I have many sides with so many walls however because it's a mechanism to keep my inner works inside like masonry working on his walls, I don't know how they can be taken down.
...
Im always taking many paths and to which one is wrong, or right I'm not sure I will ever know.
Sometimes walking in the silence of the dark in my own head gives me peace at times of struggle.
When I sit down I even go into a maze that takes me a long time to unravel.
I have many sides with so many walls however because it's a mechanism to keep my inner works inside like masonry working on his walls, I don't know how they can be taken down.
...
#anxiety
#dark
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection
466 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2018 7:26am
24th Jan 2018 7:26am
Complex Reality
The world is not simple with many complexities and deep rooted convictions.
Some things are so complex, yet many things have a simple answer making us as humans travel long distances to find this fickle answer of what's inside.
Things are not always black and white, yet in the old days we use to see it day by day, even on a screen.
Things now have to be bigger, more complex,not simple, even with more color.
If you ask someone who has everything and has slid on by if that person is happy what would he/she say? Seldom would say yes.
...
Some things are so complex, yet many things have a simple answer making us as humans travel long distances to find this fickle answer of what's inside.
Things are not always black and white, yet in the old days we use to see it day by day, even on a screen.
Things now have to be bigger, more complex,not simple, even with more color.
If you ask someone who has everything and has slid on by if that person is happy what would he/she say? Seldom would say yes.
...
#identity
#dreams
#music
#SelfReflection
#redemption
506 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2018 10:49pm
22nd Jan 2018 10:49pm
TWIRLING IN THE WIND
Twirling In The Wind Part 1
My heart beating and waiting.
my soul twirling and spinning around.
My mind twinkling remembering and dreaming.
My thoughts complex, interweaving with reality.
Twirling in the wind.
Autumn,spring, and winter interconnected but not connected.
Looking for nothing and waiting for everything.
The vast beauty of the fathers make, with everything holding steady.
Nothing crumbling but the worlds folly with...
My heart beating and waiting.
my soul twirling and spinning around.
My mind twinkling remembering and dreaming.
My thoughts complex, interweaving with reality.
Twirling in the wind.
Autumn,spring, and winter interconnected but not connected.
Looking for nothing and waiting for everything.
The vast beauty of the fathers make, with everything holding steady.
Nothing crumbling but the worlds folly with...
#LifeAsAWriter
505 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2018 4:24pm
22nd Jan 2018 4:24pm
My Darkness
I've done things that I'm not proud of, I've seen things that scar. I have feelings inside me that sometimes I can't even control.
My chains keep me grounded, sometimes they keep me free, however because of my choices the wounds will never heal.
Sometimes I feel insane even when I look fine, but who am I that makes me feel these crushing thoughts?
The world is full of chaos, and sometimes I feel part of the crazy, yet mostly I seem settled.
I'm not perfect, and I won't pretend to be but of course this is the reality.
What am I to...
My chains keep me grounded, sometimes they keep me free, however because of my choices the wounds will never heal.
Sometimes I feel insane even when I look fine, but who am I that makes me feel these crushing thoughts?
The world is full of chaos, and sometimes I feel part of the crazy, yet mostly I seem settled.
I'm not perfect, and I won't pretend to be but of course this is the reality.
What am I to...
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
448 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2018 5:07am
22nd Jan 2018 5:07am
The Hollow Tree
I climb in this hollow tree and feel warmth inside this hollow place. It's sappy warm embrace fills this tree until I can feel it running down my face. I come here when my pain is great and I'm drained to the bone. How is it that thy feelings run deep with so much emotional ware? This emotional connection I feel is so great yet I know not why that is. The burdens of many things I try to carry far, yet with only so much I can carry heaviness sets in. I then need this hollow place to refill what I have lost. What friends I have left I cherish through my whole being. With vines of my emotion...
#friendship
#trees
#nature
#LifeCycle
#StreamOfConsciousness
887 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2018 7:26pm
21st Jan 2018 7:26pm
SOUL SONG
Every person has what some would say is the fabric and glue to who we are. This deep complex thing is not only complex, yet it has many parts to it. It has its own essence, it's own song, even it's own personality. It's as deep as a galaxy itself, very beautiful, yet very unpredictable. It plays a tune that's only unique to its owner. Many sides this thing has. Sometimes it can be dark with a web of lies with spiders full of venom, others are full of beams of beauty and light. It's not perfect though, and can sometimes be taken away because of the circumstances and choices of life. It has...
#SelfWorth
428 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2018 11:08pm
20th Jan 2018 11:08pm
River of roses
River of roses Across the stream, going everywhere that flows. Petals fall off and travel to every corner filled with beauty and sadness, and every other emotion that fills each and every thorn. Roots are rooted where they grow and planted where the roses flow. Each petal that came off went in every-which way, sometimes wilted yet never withered because of a temporary thing that sometimes scar but always heals with a memory of each vine. Roses come in many different colors with many different meaning, fragrances, yet each grow differently but all beautiful in many ways. Look at a river with...
#river
#rose
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4 Comments
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