Submissions by LeesAngel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The sweet remain Of an Angel slained
ANGER POEM
Published
8th Mar 2012 9:30pm
8th Mar 2012 9:30pm
Joseph
All those times you turned to me
You needed me, and you let yourself
You relied so much on my guidance
I did everything in my power
I brought you up the best I could
Mum wasn’t well with troubles of her own
She’d sit, cry and refuse to eat
I’d try and persuade her as she’d cower
But you never knew all of this
I tried so hard to make sure of it
You never saw her locked away
You too had so much to manage
I’d be the one you’d come to every time
Crying and scared, so you’d stay with me a while
Then I’d sit late at night at the side of...
You needed me, and you let yourself
You relied so much on my guidance
I did everything in my power
I brought you up the best I could
Mum wasn’t well with troubles of her own
She’d sit, cry and refuse to eat
I’d try and persuade her as she’d cower
But you never knew all of this
I tried so hard to make sure of it
You never saw her locked away
You too had so much to manage
I’d be the one you’d come to every time
Crying and scared, so you’d stay with me a while
Then I’d sit late at night at the side of...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Mar 2012 9:13pm
4th Mar 2012 9:13pm
Their Favourite Place
This was for the 'Tragedy Strikes' Competition
Every day she thinks of him,
While putting the kids to bed.
Every night he daydreams of her,
While his nightshift routine was read.
Every time she cooks and cleans,
She smiles at the thought of his touch.
Every time he washes the car,
He grins thinking how she’d laugh so much.
Every time she tends the garden,
She remembers their very first date.
Every time he drinks from his coffee,
He remembers that time he was late.
Late for their meeting at their favourite place,
At...
Every day she thinks of him,
While putting the kids to bed.
Every night he daydreams of her,
While his nightshift routine was read.
Every time she cooks and cleans,
She smiles at the thought of his touch.
Every time he washes the car,
He grins thinking how she’d laugh so much.
Every time she tends the garden,
She remembers their very first date.
Every time he drinks from his coffee,
He remembers that time he was late.
Late for their meeting at their favourite place,
At...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2012 5:45pm
3rd Mar 2012 5:45pm
Returns
This was for the 'Trade You My Soul' Competition
He walks head down through the woods,
It began here a long time ago.
He returns so often and doesn't know why,
The atmosphere lingers like an echo.
A cigarette in hand, he reminisces,
Of each woman so unique and profound.
He takes a drag, and sees the etches,
On the trees to which each woman was bound.
He blows out the smoke, and sees the stains,
Of the blood of the most recent of pursuits.
He flicks the butt, and recalls the cries,
As he'd punish and persecute.
He...
He walks head down through the woods,
It began here a long time ago.
He returns so often and doesn't know why,
The atmosphere lingers like an echo.
A cigarette in hand, he reminisces,
Of each woman so unique and profound.
He takes a drag, and sees the etches,
On the trees to which each woman was bound.
He blows out the smoke, and sees the stains,
Of the blood of the most recent of pursuits.
He flicks the butt, and recalls the cries,
As he'd punish and persecute.
He...
845 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Mar 2012 8:57pm
1st Mar 2012 8:57pm
Trance
I lay throughout the night
In a reverie that I create
I wander through my thoughts
One by one they violate
The blade it seems to come to me
Without too much uncertainty
The walls shake around me
As I silently present what is pain to me
The blades power dominates but relieves
And drains the agony from inside
The tears fall so willingly
But the calm is the want that guides
In a reverie that I create
I wander through my thoughts
One by one they violate
The blade it seems to come to me
Without too much uncertainty
The walls shake around me
As I silently present what is pain to me
The blades power dominates but relieves
And drains the agony from inside
The tears fall so willingly
But the calm is the want that guides
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Feb 2012 9:06pm
29th Feb 2012 9:06pm
Loneliness
To be able to talk to a listening ear,
about my loneliness
Would then suggest I wasn't actually alone
But loneliness is delicate
Only something distinctive and special
can relinquish that feeling of being lonely
No matter how much that listening ear
tries to invite me in from being alone outside
If it's not exactly what's needed
to remedy the heartache of loneliness
The door stays shut
And so, loneliness is a vicious circle
Created only by myself
about my loneliness
Would then suggest I wasn't actually alone
But loneliness is delicate
Only something distinctive and special
can relinquish that feeling of being lonely
No matter how much that listening ear
tries to invite me in from being alone outside
If it's not exactly what's needed
to remedy the heartache of loneliness
The door stays shut
And so, loneliness is a vicious circle
Created only by myself
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Feb 2012 5:22pm
27th Feb 2012 5:22pm
Naive
Tell me what I know
I've lost way way of late
Tell me and I'll believe
Tell me anything to believe.
Tell me what to say
I don't seem to care much tonight
Tell me and I'll go along
Tell me how to right my wrong.
Tell me what to think
I've found it hard to be myself
Tell me and I'll act right
Tell me how to fix this plight.
I've lost way way of late
Tell me and I'll believe
Tell me anything to believe.
Tell me what to say
I don't seem to care much tonight
Tell me and I'll go along
Tell me how to right my wrong.
Tell me what to think
I've found it hard to be myself
Tell me and I'll act right
Tell me how to fix this plight.
821 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Feb 2012 4:57pm
27th Feb 2012 4:57pm
No More
A synthetic means to an end,
Forgotten promises are only broken ones.
Porcelain smiles burn through hopes,
Killing something I loved once.
I treck over wastage, strewn and laid,
I never expected such ignorance.
To them it's not a second, third, forth, fifth,
Long ago, I was once told of my pertinence.
No more.
Forgotten promises are only broken ones.
Porcelain smiles burn through hopes,
Killing something I loved once.
I treck over wastage, strewn and laid,
I never expected such ignorance.
To them it's not a second, third, forth, fifth,
Long ago, I was once told of my pertinence.
No more.
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 10:40pm
23rd Feb 2012 10:40pm
Oh sweet Angel
Oh sweet Angel,
What have you done?
You crawl away
And hide your gun.
You shut the door
And lock your spirit.
I question your heart
And the hatred within it.
Tell me now,
The desire didn’t speak?
Or did discipline fail
And devastation wreak?
What have you done?
You crawl away
And hide your gun.
You shut the door
And lock your spirit.
I question your heart
And the hatred within it.
Tell me now,
The desire didn’t speak?
Or did discipline fail
And devastation wreak?
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 10:05pm
23rd Feb 2012 10:05pm
The Veil
For everyone to know, would be a more painful thing
The hidden struggle of distress
For so long now, this has taken me over
Disheartening my every part
I take a back seat, waiting for that time to come
When my whole world can start afresh
To take control is unbeknown
Never have I learned the art
The hidden struggle of distress
For so long now, this has taken me over
Disheartening my every part
I take a back seat, waiting for that time to come
When my whole world can start afresh
To take control is unbeknown
Never have I learned the art
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Feb 2012 00:31am
14th Feb 2012 00:31am
Live My Death
The smell of a rose cannot be as blossomed,
as the essence of a beggar man's word.
The chocolate off a child cannot taste as sweet,
as the rumours everyone's heard.
The sound of a murderer's cry is more tuned,
than the music of a song bird.
But now from this, I'm let be,
I can live my death, so calm and free.
as the essence of a beggar man's word.
The chocolate off a child cannot taste as sweet,
as the rumours everyone's heard.
The sound of a murderer's cry is more tuned,
than the music of a song bird.
But now from this, I'm let be,
I can live my death, so calm and free.
811 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 9:41pm
13th Feb 2012 9:41pm
Bleeding
You can tell alot about a soul from how it bleeds.
More from the way it shares the distress;
from the way it sweetens the pain;
and from the way it keeps it safe.
But the most from it's eyes when it studies it alone.
More from the way it shares the distress;
from the way it sweetens the pain;
and from the way it keeps it safe.
But the most from it's eyes when it studies it alone.
763 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2012 11:06pm
10th Feb 2012 11:06pm
What we're told
Never question what was said.
The expected choice of path to tread.
Heed what is known and what is read.
To make for an apt and clear head.
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The expected choice of path to tread.
Heed what is known and what is read.
To make for an apt and clear head.
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699 reads
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