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.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 4:32am
30th Aug 2013 4:32am
Ignite
One day a flame will ignite,
For me I hope it swells.
It burns my heart to a crisp,
And allows for rebirth.
The smell of wood and wax,
Of wick,
A constant reminder I exist.
My fire created to burn,
Only brighter, only bigger.
Stirred by impossible winds,
Fueled by friends, kind hands,
Seared into the souls I warm.
Continuously creating sparks.
For me I hope it swells.
It burns my heart to a crisp,
And allows for rebirth.
The smell of wood and wax,
Of wick,
A constant reminder I exist.
My fire created to burn,
Only brighter, only bigger.
Stirred by impossible winds,
Fueled by friends, kind hands,
Seared into the souls I warm.
Continuously creating sparks.
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Aug 2013 5:26am
21st Aug 2013 5:26am
The Decision for What?
An endless void of peace,
A starless night of sleep.
A hope long gone,
Dreams lost into the deep.
The world was harder,
The skies darker,
Words were hard to form.
If only I had the courage,
To bleed.
It's a strange sort of awe,
When you see the mark of another.
Admire, amazed, afraid.
So afraid,
That I won't do it.
But am I more afraid that I will?
A starless night of sleep.
A hope long gone,
Dreams lost into the deep.
The world was harder,
The skies darker,
Words were hard to form.
If only I had the courage,
To bleed.
It's a strange sort of awe,
When you see the mark of another.
Admire, amazed, afraid.
So afraid,
That I won't do it.
But am I more afraid that I will?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2013 8:06am
14th Aug 2013 8:06am
Ambition
If on this night I reach out
Grabbing from the sky a star,
Would heaven and earth punish me?
For taking what isn't mine.
What child does not stare,
Craned necks and heavy heads
Awed eyes and yearning hands.
To only grab a piece of that.
We are but bugs in a jar,
And the holes a holy light.
A pleasant wonder,
A secret world.
All above our heads.
So if my hand were to take
And simply hold a star,
Whose life is but a million beats,
Compared to all of ours.
I will cherish the wonder given. ...
Grabbing from the sky a star,
Would heaven and earth punish me?
For taking what isn't mine.
What child does not stare,
Craned necks and heavy heads
Awed eyes and yearning hands.
To only grab a piece of that.
We are but bugs in a jar,
And the holes a holy light.
A pleasant wonder,
A secret world.
All above our heads.
So if my hand were to take
And simply hold a star,
Whose life is but a million beats,
Compared to all of ours.
I will cherish the wonder given. ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2013 8:01pm
12th Aug 2013 8:01pm
If I Can Share Your Spirit
There are cliffs whose drop is to deep,
But there is always a rope,
Willing to reach down for me.
There are wings,
Willing to give me flight.
Another persons spirit
Stirring mine to fight.
He is my anchor to reality,
My boat away from death.
The sea is vast and large,
Deep and wonderfully numb.
Yet he will not fall from under me.
What reminds me that I must live?
Every thought on earth.
But who will care if the weights to much?
A single ear to hear,
And burden with me the sky.
If I can...
But there is always a rope,
Willing to reach down for me.
There are wings,
Willing to give me flight.
Another persons spirit
Stirring mine to fight.
He is my anchor to reality,
My boat away from death.
The sea is vast and large,
Deep and wonderfully numb.
Yet he will not fall from under me.
What reminds me that I must live?
Every thought on earth.
But who will care if the weights to much?
A single ear to hear,
And burden with me the sky.
If I can...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2013 8:14pm
11th Aug 2013 8:14pm
All the Words I Need
In her smile
I find new hope.
His laugh a beacon,
A welcome home.
The body of a woman,
Or the love of man.
The tree that bends,
Creeks and screams,
Outside my window.
A mirror,
Set before me.
A brush in my hand,
Dipping with colors
Dreamt of in my mind.
The city skyline,
Beyond my sight
Past a field of green.
The world is open,
She has accepted me.
Given to me,
All the words I need.
I find new hope.
His laugh a beacon,
A welcome home.
The body of a woman,
Or the love of man.
The tree that bends,
Creeks and screams,
Outside my window.
A mirror,
Set before me.
A brush in my hand,
Dipping with colors
Dreamt of in my mind.
The city skyline,
Beyond my sight
Past a field of green.
The world is open,
She has accepted me.
Given to me,
All the words I need.
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th Aug 2013 2:03am
10th Aug 2013 2:03am
Loyal Love
There are no words for you.
What once flowed, is staunched.
Backed up like my heart.
With thoughts of you.
There are no colors,
For the love and hurt
As you carved away my trust,
And placed me in stone.
Nothing comes to mind,
But the whirl of confusion.
I've been dragged through mud,
By the hand of a giant.
Yet, when I look up,
It is only a man.
A week willed, tiny,
Man.
Daddy.
That was you.
Wasn't it?
Who took away my words.
Who took with you my love.
Who took with you my need....
What once flowed, is staunched.
Backed up like my heart.
With thoughts of you.
There are no colors,
For the love and hurt
As you carved away my trust,
And placed me in stone.
Nothing comes to mind,
But the whirl of confusion.
I've been dragged through mud,
By the hand of a giant.
Yet, when I look up,
It is only a man.
A week willed, tiny,
Man.
Daddy.
That was you.
Wasn't it?
Who took away my words.
Who took with you my love.
Who took with you my need....
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2013 9:14pm
5th Aug 2013 9:14pm
The Sea and The Shore
Can the Sea not accept?
Or do her eyes not see?
That I push and pull with all in me,
To get the world just right.
I do not plead for her mercy.
As if expecting her to hear,
My silent tears
Crying through a shell.
That I alone
Cannot hold the waters to me.
They are forever within my grasp,
Out of my capability.
The Sea can only scold motherly,
And expect more.
The Shore can only try harder,
To hold upon it the world.
Or do her eyes not see?
That I push and pull with all in me,
To get the world just right.
I do not plead for her mercy.
As if expecting her to hear,
My silent tears
Crying through a shell.
That I alone
Cannot hold the waters to me.
They are forever within my grasp,
Out of my capability.
The Sea can only scold motherly,
And expect more.
The Shore can only try harder,
To hold upon it the world.
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2013 9:11pm
5th Aug 2013 9:11pm
Hands Out
Sometimes, I cannot keep my hands open.
For my hands will splinter,
As life is thrown at me.
It's heavy dose of reality,
Of pain.
Other days I am eager,
Happy to have willed my palms out.
Catching the sun,
The joy,
And the love.
For my hands will splinter,
As life is thrown at me.
It's heavy dose of reality,
Of pain.
Other days I am eager,
Happy to have willed my palms out.
Catching the sun,
The joy,
And the love.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2013 10:28pm
25th Jul 2013 10:28pm
Paint
I am always most satisfied,
When my head is full of cotton.
The blood pounds,
My brain itches,
With thoughts I've long forgotten.
Even so, my hand still moves.
Duty bound by my will.
Eager to spill the paint,
Upon a sheet of white.
I wonder if the image before me,
Was the image inside my head.
Even so, it must have been.
For I would not be aching like so.
My arms are rainbows,
My face a smudge,
My legs a silly mess.
Standing back, I'm filled with pride.
As if I had put unto it,
My very brief and...
When my head is full of cotton.
The blood pounds,
My brain itches,
With thoughts I've long forgotten.
Even so, my hand still moves.
Duty bound by my will.
Eager to spill the paint,
Upon a sheet of white.
I wonder if the image before me,
Was the image inside my head.
Even so, it must have been.
For I would not be aching like so.
My arms are rainbows,
My face a smudge,
My legs a silly mess.
Standing back, I'm filled with pride.
As if I had put unto it,
My very brief and...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 10:08pm
23rd Jul 2013 10:08pm
What Does He See?
A little tree can only grow,
Reaching for a dream.
Branches out and wide,
Embracing all he sees.
Longing to be,
With fingers to the brink,
Apart of the world he sees.
To be taller than that!
Over the edge of the forest,
He dreams of a world unseen.
So he stretches and reaches,
Until dreams become goals.
Goals become ambition.
Ambition into reality.
Reality to completion.
What does he see up there?
Reaching for a dream.
Branches out and wide,
Embracing all he sees.
Longing to be,
With fingers to the brink,
Apart of the world he sees.
To be taller than that!
Over the edge of the forest,
He dreams of a world unseen.
So he stretches and reaches,
Until dreams become goals.
Goals become ambition.
Ambition into reality.
Reality to completion.
What does he see up there?
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 3:34am
23rd Jul 2013 3:34am
The Rose Garden
I'm a flower in his garden.
He the green thumb.
Words so tender along my petals,
Enclosed tightly from him.
As we like to tease-
A rose cannot bloom,
Without absolute trust.
I am so embarrassed that I glow pink,
Before I must bloom to red.
His hands so large with gentle fingers,
Take away my thorns.
He does not yank, he gentle takes,
What he feels does not belong
All the while,
Encouraging me to grow.
My most vulnerable side,
I've finally presented him,
His hands are never harsh, but firm,
And gentle hold me as...
He the green thumb.
Words so tender along my petals,
Enclosed tightly from him.
As we like to tease-
A rose cannot bloom,
Without absolute trust.
I am so embarrassed that I glow pink,
Before I must bloom to red.
His hands so large with gentle fingers,
Take away my thorns.
He does not yank, he gentle takes,
What he feels does not belong
All the while,
Encouraging me to grow.
My most vulnerable side,
I've finally presented him,
His hands are never harsh, but firm,
And gentle hold me as...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 3:33am
23rd Jul 2013 3:33am
Running From Confession
I'm always running, running fast,
You've destroyed to much to turn back.
And I have let you touch my soul,
My heart is yours,
Forever yours to hold.
Why do you chase me down?
When the few nights I admit my love,
Has turn to lust.
Beneath sheets of white, in a world,
A secret mind, no one sees.
Was it not enough?
Your words have taken a deadly shape,
And they are tearing me apart
By teeth and nail.
They are ripping from me all I protect,
Leaving me vulnerable,
Without my bravado.
What more should I do?
The...
You've destroyed to much to turn back.
And I have let you touch my soul,
My heart is yours,
Forever yours to hold.
Why do you chase me down?
When the few nights I admit my love,
Has turn to lust.
Beneath sheets of white, in a world,
A secret mind, no one sees.
Was it not enough?
Your words have taken a deadly shape,
And they are tearing me apart
By teeth and nail.
They are ripping from me all I protect,
Leaving me vulnerable,
Without my bravado.
What more should I do?
The...
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