Submissions by Karrabear (Question)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry as a hobby and an emotional release. But I do really love it and hope to do something with my writing one day.
STORY POEM
Published
6th Feb 2017 9:07am
6th Feb 2017 9:07am
Art
Hands pressed to the textured world
Saturated to my very core – color
With thick strokes, from fingers: life
Dying only when knowing ends
Saturated to my very core – color
Blends of pigment create
Worlds of pleasure and melancholy
Seen by perspective eyes
Blends of pigment create
A craft of hands and heart
Seen by perspective eyes
Given to the world in blood
A craft of hands and heart
With thick strokes, from fingers: life
Given to the world in blood
Hands pressed to the textured world
Saturated to my very core – color
With thick strokes, from fingers: life
Dying only when knowing ends
Saturated to my very core – color
Blends of pigment create
Worlds of pleasure and melancholy
Seen by perspective eyes
Blends of pigment create
A craft of hands and heart
Seen by perspective eyes
Given to the world in blood
A craft of hands and heart
With thick strokes, from fingers: life
Given to the world in blood
Hands pressed to the textured world
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2015 2:32pm
11th Aug 2015 2:32pm
The Bed We Made
Instead of coming together,
We are ripping ourselves apart.'
By the seams we tear,
As this nation we built unravels to strings.
Here's the secret,
Hidden in the open air.
Never have we been together.
That is the exception!
A hole in the cover we so desperately hide.
A freckle hidden in makeup,
Skins tones clashing to be one,
Cultures dying,
Languages forgotten -
Truth is but a fiction.
Sewn together by crafty fingers,
Gifted with a grin to the young,
A blanket to cover up what has been done.
We are not...
We are ripping ourselves apart.'
By the seams we tear,
As this nation we built unravels to strings.
Here's the secret,
Hidden in the open air.
Never have we been together.
That is the exception!
A hole in the cover we so desperately hide.
A freckle hidden in makeup,
Skins tones clashing to be one,
Cultures dying,
Languages forgotten -
Truth is but a fiction.
Sewn together by crafty fingers,
Gifted with a grin to the young,
A blanket to cover up what has been done.
We are not...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2015 3:13pm
30th Jul 2015 3:13pm
Mountain Spirits
Like spirits, the haze rises;
Claiming the tops of green,
and hues, once of vibrant blues.
Like spirits, the haze rises;
Sliding along the rocky path.
Graceful where all are clumsy,
Dancing where all will fall.
Forever wise in the ways of the sky.
They reach and devour so simply,
The ever lights above.
Yet, its touch is not cold.
Like a summers day, it suffocates.
The grounds drown in its dew,
Warmed by its joyous heat.
While they cover all in arms of gray.
Blocking the rest from view.
We are truly...
Claiming the tops of green,
and hues, once of vibrant blues.
Like spirits, the haze rises;
Sliding along the rocky path.
Graceful where all are clumsy,
Dancing where all will fall.
Forever wise in the ways of the sky.
They reach and devour so simply,
The ever lights above.
Yet, its touch is not cold.
Like a summers day, it suffocates.
The grounds drown in its dew,
Warmed by its joyous heat.
While they cover all in arms of gray.
Blocking the rest from view.
We are truly...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2015 7:16am
18th Jan 2015 7:16am
This Chance
I think I'm ready to find myself,
Now that I have grown.
At least a little...
I don't deny,
There is still much room to go.
My heart is happy,
My body content,
My mind cleared of gray.
There is the opening.
A door I've waited for so long,
Just to peak on the other side.
Of living.
Have I come so far?
Or is there more ways to go?
Thank you Life!
For loving me,
Protecting what is yours.
Bitter battles have been fought,
And so far, this war is yours.
I think I'm ready,
To give myself this...
Now that I have grown.
At least a little...
I don't deny,
There is still much room to go.
My heart is happy,
My body content,
My mind cleared of gray.
There is the opening.
A door I've waited for so long,
Just to peak on the other side.
Of living.
Have I come so far?
Or is there more ways to go?
Thank you Life!
For loving me,
Protecting what is yours.
Bitter battles have been fought,
And so far, this war is yours.
I think I'm ready,
To give myself this...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2015 7:06am
18th Jan 2015 7:06am
But a Dream
I have only know you,
So deeply held in my heart.
Shattered by your strength,
Bound by your love.
With hands holding me,
And fingers gliding by...
It has been but a dream.
A better dream of mine.
So deeply held in my heart.
Shattered by your strength,
Bound by your love.
With hands holding me,
And fingers gliding by...
It has been but a dream.
A better dream of mine.
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2014 10:23pm
2nd Oct 2014 10:23pm
A Better Me
Through the mud,
Is a rosy world.
Through the window,
A reality.
Anchoring soul to body,
Horrid, troubled body.
Letting come the waters,
Spilled from dirty muck.
If only the reflection,
Showed not the imperfections,
Of hurt and fear;
Bravery and strength.
Through the mud,
I live my life.
Waiting till the water's clean.
Coming forth my other self.
The better part of me.
Who's flat of chest,
Who's strong in spirit,
Who's confident, proud.
Who's oh so sure,
Of those strong hands.
...
Is a rosy world.
Through the window,
A reality.
Anchoring soul to body,
Horrid, troubled body.
Letting come the waters,
Spilled from dirty muck.
If only the reflection,
Showed not the imperfections,
Of hurt and fear;
Bravery and strength.
Through the mud,
I live my life.
Waiting till the water's clean.
Coming forth my other self.
The better part of me.
Who's flat of chest,
Who's strong in spirit,
Who's confident, proud.
Who's oh so sure,
Of those strong hands.
...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2014 3:32am
1st Oct 2014 3:32am
The Calm
For once, it's calm.
The waters churn in rhythm,
Even though chaotic,
It is calmer than the winds,
That blasted away the froth.
Not so long ago.
For once, the boat,
Docked in the deep.
Anchor hardly scraping by,
Sits and rocks.
Side to side.
The storms have faded,
The eye I see.
Blessed is this moment.
Where I can finally breath!
The waters churn in rhythm,
Even though chaotic,
It is calmer than the winds,
That blasted away the froth.
Not so long ago.
For once, the boat,
Docked in the deep.
Anchor hardly scraping by,
Sits and rocks.
Side to side.
The storms have faded,
The eye I see.
Blessed is this moment.
Where I can finally breath!
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2014 11:52pm
15th Sep 2014 11:52pm
I Have a Red Balloon
I have a red balloon,
How brightly it does shine.
High above the other birds,
She flies.
I have a red balloon,
And larger does she grow,
Bop and bop and blow.
I have a red balloon,
Now she slowly dies.
With the swirling winds
and burning sun,
Hitting all her sides.
I have a red balloon,
If only she would still,
So that I could tape those wounds.
I have a red balloon,
slowly she deflates.
Sometimes,
I add another spot of tape.
I have a red balloon.
It is only one.
How brightly it does shine.
High above the other birds,
She flies.
I have a red balloon,
And larger does she grow,
Bop and bop and blow.
I have a red balloon,
Now she slowly dies.
With the swirling winds
and burning sun,
Hitting all her sides.
I have a red balloon,
If only she would still,
So that I could tape those wounds.
I have a red balloon,
slowly she deflates.
Sometimes,
I add another spot of tape.
I have a red balloon.
It is only one.
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SELF POEM
Published
6th May 2014 4:27pm
6th May 2014 4:27pm
Daily Dose
Loneliness is an unmercifully drug
Unwillingly taken day to day.
One however, grown accustomed to,
And swallowed with the bile.
I hadn't always taken a daily dose,
Once I was healthy and belonged.
The world was a friend,
And I fit so well within it.
Year by year had gone by,
Belonging became aloof,
Friends became strangers,
Lovers - superficial.
So I swallow my daily dose,
Of loneliness.
Unable to escape doctor day,
Clouded in gray.
Unwillingly taken day to day.
One however, grown accustomed to,
And swallowed with the bile.
I hadn't always taken a daily dose,
Once I was healthy and belonged.
The world was a friend,
And I fit so well within it.
Year by year had gone by,
Belonging became aloof,
Friends became strangers,
Lovers - superficial.
So I swallow my daily dose,
Of loneliness.
Unable to escape doctor day,
Clouded in gray.
970 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2014 11:18pm
26th Apr 2014 11:18pm
The Talk
Every teen has the talk,
The dreaded parent to child relationship.
Where in their eyes you are so young,
But still ready for "The Talk".
I'm waiting for mine.
When I can sit my mom down,
Pour out my heart,and
Tell her "I Don't Know."
Where me and her can discus,
The strange feelings I've had,
The confusing emotions of lust.
For all genders.
When I can ask her what does this mean!
Am I disgusting to you?
Is it okay?
Or am no longer the angel you deserve?
Can you overcome your biased ideas,...
The dreaded parent to child relationship.
Where in their eyes you are so young,
But still ready for "The Talk".
I'm waiting for mine.
When I can sit my mom down,
Pour out my heart,and
Tell her "I Don't Know."
Where me and her can discus,
The strange feelings I've had,
The confusing emotions of lust.
For all genders.
When I can ask her what does this mean!
Am I disgusting to you?
Is it okay?
Or am no longer the angel you deserve?
Can you overcome your biased ideas,...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2014 10:58pm
26th Apr 2014 10:58pm
My Toy Chest
Have you ever held the broken toy of a child,
As they beg and plead with snotty noses,
Teary eyes;
Sounding to all the world so brokenhearted.
A laugh bubbles up, and you want to pat their head,
Ruffle the soft hair of that young toddler,
Saying; "Dear... Don't fret, we'll get you a new one."
When you know in your deepest of hearts, that it's not so simple.
That once you to held a broken toy out to a parent,
Begging and pleading for your dearest friend to be fixed!
So you swallow the laugh,
You hunker down, and attempt to glue the...
As they beg and plead with snotty noses,
Teary eyes;
Sounding to all the world so brokenhearted.
A laugh bubbles up, and you want to pat their head,
Ruffle the soft hair of that young toddler,
Saying; "Dear... Don't fret, we'll get you a new one."
When you know in your deepest of hearts, that it's not so simple.
That once you to held a broken toy out to a parent,
Begging and pleading for your dearest friend to be fixed!
So you swallow the laugh,
You hunker down, and attempt to glue the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2014 6:29pm
20th Feb 2014 6:29pm
Found on a Starry Night
As we sprawled out on his truck bed,
Swaddled from the country cold;
Counting stars one by one,
Two by two.
Watching blue tails streak by-
I was touched to the soul.
Found my puzzle fitting in.
That in this field of open grass,
High curved skies
That stretched beyond my longing hands,
Someone would sit, and stare,
At this lonely sky with me.
Marvel at its mystery,
Breath in its embrace,
Hold its loneliness,
And blaze like a tiny flame.
As we sprawled out in his truck bed,
Swaddled from the country cold.
With an open...
Swaddled from the country cold;
Counting stars one by one,
Two by two.
Watching blue tails streak by-
I was touched to the soul.
Found my puzzle fitting in.
That in this field of open grass,
High curved skies
That stretched beyond my longing hands,
Someone would sit, and stare,
At this lonely sky with me.
Marvel at its mystery,
Breath in its embrace,
Hold its loneliness,
And blaze like a tiny flame.
As we sprawled out in his truck bed,
Swaddled from the country cold.
With an open...
627 reads
2 Comments
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