Submissions by Lee_ndough
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I gow by the name of 'Sluggish' _ started writing from a small age .. And as I grew _ the skill logged in I grew aswell. .Though there is always room for improvement
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 10:56am
3rd Mar 2014 10:56am
Silent treat
Weakness aint' my strength
but I still hide the emotions felt within
Sometimes I just wish...but life aint a fairytale
At a certain stage one needs to get real before reality gets to them
We charge..."If only,I should've, I could've, I would've"
But these words that epitomizes a catastrophe
Means one is a little bit far too little too late
To late to make a change
'Coz even if you were just an inch away
...... You still didn't make it there
Its a goal set
And a target missed
Though tis never too late to console a soul
...
but I still hide the emotions felt within
Sometimes I just wish...but life aint a fairytale
At a certain stage one needs to get real before reality gets to them
We charge..."If only,I should've, I could've, I would've"
But these words that epitomizes a catastrophe
Means one is a little bit far too little too late
To late to make a change
'Coz even if you were just an inch away
...... You still didn't make it there
Its a goal set
And a target missed
Though tis never too late to console a soul
...
871 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 3:29pm
28th Feb 2014 3:29pm
Emotional Creature
I'm a woman, trust me I'm no doll
To get to the highest mountain I stumble and fall
I shed a tear and bear for all
Though stronger is gravity
I shall not in dust roll
For with dignity
I standeth tall
There's a refuge in I er' being home canest call
Tis warm, tender and sometimes sore to the touch
As I gather all my feelings that wanders around in a single hutch
As they are the last in my bizarre collection of memories, unwillingly I clutch
Men are illiterate to females
As they cannot read a single thought they produce
I'm...
To get to the highest mountain I stumble and fall
I shed a tear and bear for all
Though stronger is gravity
I shall not in dust roll
For with dignity
I standeth tall
There's a refuge in I er' being home canest call
Tis warm, tender and sometimes sore to the touch
As I gather all my feelings that wanders around in a single hutch
As they are the last in my bizarre collection of memories, unwillingly I clutch
Men are illiterate to females
As they cannot read a single thought they produce
I'm...
858 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 2:03pm
26th Feb 2014 2:03pm
sending signals
Drown deep into my diminutive eyes
For they shall tell you no lies
They foretell the "truth" that 'lies'
In my soul
Conveyed by a feeling that never dies
Down my city centre between my plentiful thighs
Seeketh the key that ye hold to unlock paradise
With our heart beats and pulses on the rise
Sending signals with the beating device
With the sharp edge that solidifies
Our thoughts into one, sending incomplete signals
To the point that we both surmise
For they shall tell you no lies
They foretell the "truth" that 'lies'
In my soul
Conveyed by a feeling that never dies
Down my city centre between my plentiful thighs
Seeketh the key that ye hold to unlock paradise
With our heart beats and pulses on the rise
Sending signals with the beating device
With the sharp edge that solidifies
Our thoughts into one, sending incomplete signals
To the point that we both surmise
868 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Feb 2014 1:27pm
21st Feb 2014 1:27pm
Exposure (Why)
Sometimes I wonder why, why "why" exists
A placid phrase one uses daily
To make way of revealing the truth
Why is merely a word
But it alters the simplicity of a raw statement
To form an atrocious question
To a complexity of answers
"Why" on its own makes a complete sentence
It is the least one can ask
Inversely the more abrasive responses in return
We tend to question rhetorical queries
"Why this?... Why that?"
Tis frailty that lies within the mental screen of beings
To dig a hole greater than their sizes...
A placid phrase one uses daily
To make way of revealing the truth
Why is merely a word
But it alters the simplicity of a raw statement
To form an atrocious question
To a complexity of answers
"Why" on its own makes a complete sentence
It is the least one can ask
Inversely the more abrasive responses in return
We tend to question rhetorical queries
"Why this?... Why that?"
Tis frailty that lies within the mental screen of beings
To dig a hole greater than their sizes...
790 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2014 10:28am
18th Feb 2014 10:28am
Poverty
I have filled my cask to the brim
As it overflows
Those that are still to come don't have a home
I kneel down on top of my childrens' tears
As I drown helplessly in my own
How long should I blubber?
Fore' the weeps arouses to the heavens
I implore to thee
Please... Do hear my cries
I kneel down and give thanks to the Lord
For the cup of water we share
"Thank you Lord for feeding our thirst"
But what about our Hunger?
How long should I sob?
Fore' the heavens enlightens my wings
So I could flee away from hunger
...
As it overflows
Those that are still to come don't have a home
I kneel down on top of my childrens' tears
As I drown helplessly in my own
How long should I blubber?
Fore' the weeps arouses to the heavens
I implore to thee
Please... Do hear my cries
I kneel down and give thanks to the Lord
For the cup of water we share
"Thank you Lord for feeding our thirst"
But what about our Hunger?
How long should I sob?
Fore' the heavens enlightens my wings
So I could flee away from hunger
...
1074 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2014 7:58am
12th Feb 2014 7:58am
I love, You love (she loves, he loves)
The sense of inhaling you fusion flamed fragrance draws I close to thine
The minute I pass my fingers through your muscles inflicts shivers down my spine
And when I drown deep into the curtains of your pupil bringest my soul closer to yours
The sense of resting on your 'pillow' fancies paradise on my mental screen
You keep me warm when winds are shaken by the turning wheels of the storm
Yet thee tends to cuddle though we around flames that arouses
The scales weighs not less...
...Neither more on isometrical trays
For I love thee not
For thee loves I...
The minute I pass my fingers through your muscles inflicts shivers down my spine
And when I drown deep into the curtains of your pupil bringest my soul closer to yours
The sense of resting on your 'pillow' fancies paradise on my mental screen
You keep me warm when winds are shaken by the turning wheels of the storm
Yet thee tends to cuddle though we around flames that arouses
The scales weighs not less...
...Neither more on isometrical trays
For I love thee not
For thee loves I...
713 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 3:30pm
10th Feb 2014 3:30pm
Know my name
I'm deadly, harmful and contagious
I battle all my days to be underneath the spotlight
One to be world known likely like the Antagonist
That spreadeth waggishly on er' corner of the Earth
Like butter perfected on bread crums
I waiteth like man waiting for galloping trains
To be diagnosed in er'population
My name is HIV
Humans I hate
They trouble their souls to hinder my paths
Condoms and PEPs used against I as weapons
As I grow resistant free to their weapons
I Shall return with more strength
And terminate their breathing souls...
I battle all my days to be underneath the spotlight
One to be world known likely like the Antagonist
That spreadeth waggishly on er' corner of the Earth
Like butter perfected on bread crums
I waiteth like man waiting for galloping trains
To be diagnosed in er'population
My name is HIV
Humans I hate
They trouble their souls to hinder my paths
Condoms and PEPs used against I as weapons
As I grow resistant free to their weapons
I Shall return with more strength
And terminate their breathing souls...
596 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2014 3:28pm
8th Feb 2014 3:28pm
Independence (allow me my heart)
Gone are the days where I depended on thee
No longer retained
Tis' gone with the wind
With my selfless character
I allowed you to blindfold me
Retarded was I...
Master, you are that held my voice
I've been holding my breath in between my lungs
Allow me my heart
Allow me to exhale
I've engulfed and immersed my transparent soul
Unto your wicked diluted soul
Resemblance of gold but black on the inside
Pure imitation of Hitlers' soul
I've yearned all days of sorrow
To set my soul free from yours
Allow me my heart
Allow me to...
No longer retained
Tis' gone with the wind
With my selfless character
I allowed you to blindfold me
Retarded was I...
Master, you are that held my voice
I've been holding my breath in between my lungs
Allow me my heart
Allow me to exhale
I've engulfed and immersed my transparent soul
Unto your wicked diluted soul
Resemblance of gold but black on the inside
Pure imitation of Hitlers' soul
I've yearned all days of sorrow
To set my soul free from yours
Allow me my heart
Allow me to...
588 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 8:12pm
7th Feb 2014 8:12pm
Infertility (I wander)
My inability to conceive
A woman with continuous tears
That floweth down my cheeks
I watched attentively as blood raced down my thighs
As the 'blurry' image laid 'clearly' on my retina
Dismayed, I laid there immobilized
I inquired rhetorical queries directed to the one above
Did thee impose a penalty on I
I wander..!
I felt the feeling of despair in the tip of my hinders
As I watered the soul of a stiff psyche
The weaketh hydrogen bonds of affection breaketh loose
For my dear soul to part ways with hers
Hath I done thee wrong?
I...
A woman with continuous tears
That floweth down my cheeks
I watched attentively as blood raced down my thighs
As the 'blurry' image laid 'clearly' on my retina
Dismayed, I laid there immobilized
I inquired rhetorical queries directed to the one above
Did thee impose a penalty on I
I wander..!
I felt the feeling of despair in the tip of my hinders
As I watered the soul of a stiff psyche
The weaketh hydrogen bonds of affection breaketh loose
For my dear soul to part ways with hers
Hath I done thee wrong?
I...
590 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 1:56pm
6th Feb 2014 1:56pm
Oh mother, dear mother
Oh mother, dear mother.
Sometimes I think thou breathest to despise me.
With my soul dragging its feet thRough the surface of my skin.
For it feels heavy as love hath been outweighed by hatred indeed.
Oh mother, dear motheR.
Thou blood that flowest and clots through my veins boil.
Tis like poison awaiting to be fumed.
Excreted like anxiety.
I shall donate your blood to the desperate and let alone my body live with water instead.
Oh mother, dear mother.
As I charge these words to thee.
I 'watch' the hands of the clock flip anticlockwise...
Sometimes I think thou breathest to despise me.
With my soul dragging its feet thRough the surface of my skin.
For it feels heavy as love hath been outweighed by hatred indeed.
Oh mother, dear motheR.
Thou blood that flowest and clots through my veins boil.
Tis like poison awaiting to be fumed.
Excreted like anxiety.
I shall donate your blood to the desperate and let alone my body live with water instead.
Oh mother, dear mother.
As I charge these words to thee.
I 'watch' the hands of the clock flip anticlockwise...
613 reads
9 Comments
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