Submissions by Jimmyos
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write predominantly dark poetry with much alliteration and many rhyming stanzas. If you like horror films, you might just like my poetry ;)
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2012 7:27am
23rd Jan 2012 7:27am
The Final Judgement
The churning of colliding winds conjures up colossal storms.
The light, so bright and blinding: His spirit alternating forms.
Projected through the crimson clouds, through endless stars and space;
Our Lord returns to signify the ending of this race.
For those who pass His final Judgement, a boundless wonderland awaits;
Accepting God, into their hearts – gaining entrance to the pearly gates.
But for those who succumb to deadly sins, for those whose hearts with evil swell,
A perilous path is pellucidly paved, an eternity to rot in Hell.
The light, so bright and blinding: His spirit alternating forms.
Projected through the crimson clouds, through endless stars and space;
Our Lord returns to signify the ending of this race.
For those who pass His final Judgement, a boundless wonderland awaits;
Accepting God, into their hearts – gaining entrance to the pearly gates.
But for those who succumb to deadly sins, for those whose hearts with evil swell,
A perilous path is pellucidly paved, an eternity to rot in Hell.
1471 reads
18 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2012 00:59am
18th Jan 2012 00:59am
A New Beginning
Day by day I wither away...
As pain and sorrow reach the brim of my glass,
I take a breath, close my eyes, and hope these feelings will pass.
Emotions rise and I lose myself again,
Spilling drops of sorrow from deep within.
And just as I'm sure that this will be the death of me,
Could it be?
A light at the end of my darkened path.
A sudden change is set in motion,
As if I drank a magic potion.
Love takes control of my heart and soul,
As waves of happiness pass over me and blanket me in an ocean of...
As pain and sorrow reach the brim of my glass,
I take a breath, close my eyes, and hope these feelings will pass.
Emotions rise and I lose myself again,
Spilling drops of sorrow from deep within.
And just as I'm sure that this will be the death of me,
Could it be?
A light at the end of my darkened path.
A sudden change is set in motion,
As if I drank a magic potion.
Love takes control of my heart and soul,
As waves of happiness pass over me and blanket me in an ocean of...
1167 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Jan 2012 8:07am
17th Jan 2012 8:07am
The Zombie Apocalypse
Somewhere in laboratory,
a deadly virus is conceived.
Seemingly a fiction story -
returning life to the deceased.
Tested on caged animals;
with a syringe - it is injected.
Producing vicious cannibals,
each one of them infected.
The virus rages through the veins,
eating at the tissues;
And once it finally causes death,
you really have some issues.
Re-animation of the dead,
their flesh still rotting off.
The fumes produced, so sickening,
stem regurgitating coughs.
Through saliva or the blood,
the virus is...
a deadly virus is conceived.
Seemingly a fiction story -
returning life to the deceased.
Tested on caged animals;
with a syringe - it is injected.
Producing vicious cannibals,
each one of them infected.
The virus rages through the veins,
eating at the tissues;
And once it finally causes death,
you really have some issues.
Re-animation of the dead,
their flesh still rotting off.
The fumes produced, so sickening,
stem regurgitating coughs.
Through saliva or the blood,
the virus is...
4408 reads
16 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2012 4:35am
17th Jan 2012 4:35am
The Wonders of Weed
Marijuana is a beauteous, flowering wonder.
So spectacularly high, endlessly I ponder.
A combustion of plant matter, and a chief chemical compound.
An elevation of the senses - touch, taste, sight, and sound.
And last but not least, of course there is smell.
Such bliss to my nostrils, I'm further compelled.
Every muscle is relaxed, a goofy smile upon my face.
Exploring foreign galaxies - the inner depths of outer space.
Labeled as an addict, straying from the pack.
Calling everyone I know, looking for a sack.
Not that it is needed, but it...
So spectacularly high, endlessly I ponder.
A combustion of plant matter, and a chief chemical compound.
An elevation of the senses - touch, taste, sight, and sound.
And last but not least, of course there is smell.
Such bliss to my nostrils, I'm further compelled.
Every muscle is relaxed, a goofy smile upon my face.
Exploring foreign galaxies - the inner depths of outer space.
Labeled as an addict, straying from the pack.
Calling everyone I know, looking for a sack.
Not that it is needed, but it...
2343 reads
28 Comments
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