Submissions by LennyBlue
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Diagnosed
SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
I’m Going To Die of Lung Cancer
Woke up dreams in my head
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctor Dubins table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely. ...
#abuse
#cancer
#death
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
44 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2020 3:23pm
14th Sep 2020 3:23pm
Death Is Easy
I googled my mind
but then it cRASheD,
deleted words ,
unabashed.
I sp0ke some words
but it came out wrong ,
It sounded like , a , broken , song.
An alphabet where "Z" comes first ,
with some numbers throw in with every verse.
Doctors ask
"what's my name, who's the president"
Is this a game?
Images in the mirror fill me with fear,
Why do I walk around with no underwear?
A well written poem lies on an old table,
A document of proof that you were once stable.
The long goodbye couldn't come sooner,
You got...
but then it cRASheD,
deleted words ,
unabashed.
I sp0ke some words
but it came out wrong ,
It sounded like , a , broken , song.
An alphabet where "Z" comes first ,
with some numbers throw in with every verse.
Doctors ask
"what's my name, who's the president"
Is this a game?
Images in the mirror fill me with fear,
Why do I walk around with no underwear?
A well written poem lies on an old table,
A document of proof that you were once stable.
The long goodbye couldn't come sooner,
You got...
#sadness
#mother
#family
#illness
#MentalHealth
290 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2020 3:14pm
14th Sep 2020 3:14pm
Unlisted Number
Don’t follow me like you know me,
You don’t and never will.
Big disrupter of all good things,
I’ll fight you with all my might.
Soft peddles of my gardens growths needs me for the prize,
It’s cycle is short,we are not alike
Hanging around like your on a mission,
I know your there
It’s too soon it’s not fair
If a prayer each day can keep you away
Pack up your shit not today
Not sure how you got my name
My number is unlisted
Your losing this game
I’ve made it through another day.
You don’t and never will.
Big disrupter of all good things,
I’ll fight you with all my might.
Soft peddles of my gardens growths needs me for the prize,
It’s cycle is short,we are not alike
Hanging around like your on a mission,
I know your there
It’s too soon it’s not fair
If a prayer each day can keep you away
Pack up your shit not today
Not sure how you got my name
My number is unlisted
Your losing this game
I’ve made it through another day.
#cancer
394 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
23rd Nov 2019 11:44pm
23rd Nov 2019 11:44pm
A Tear and a Smile
The Friday before I died,
I listened to some Beethoven,
sent a letter to my ex and cleaned the garage.
It rained that night.
Two hours before I died, I played with my dog, sent a check to St Jude, and watched the news.
When I died tonight, I thought about my life and smiled.
I listened to some Beethoven,
sent a letter to my ex and cleaned the garage.
It rained that night.
Two hours before I died, I played with my dog, sent a check to St Jude, and watched the news.
When I died tonight, I thought about my life and smiled.
#happiness
#death
#LifeCycle
375 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Nov 2019 12:06pm
9th Nov 2019 12:06pm
Coitus Interruptist
The warm gentle drops showers her body,
The wetness slopes off her breast like a skier on a mountain,
Her eyes closed, she feels each drop massaging her body, tingling, refreshing almost caressing.
Uninvited, he quietly enters her space. Embracing her from behind his arms like a serpent, wrapped around her soft moist body.
His morning erection still awaken,slides between her legs as if to know what to do.
Softly kissing her long neck, small nibbles of her flesh, hands cupping her majestic breast.
She turns towards him embracing harder , deep warm kisses ...
The wetness slopes off her breast like a skier on a mountain,
Her eyes closed, she feels each drop massaging her body, tingling, refreshing almost caressing.
Uninvited, he quietly enters her space. Embracing her from behind his arms like a serpent, wrapped around her soft moist body.
His morning erection still awaken,slides between her legs as if to know what to do.
Softly kissing her long neck, small nibbles of her flesh, hands cupping her majestic breast.
She turns towards him embracing harder , deep warm kisses ...
#love
#children
#parent
873 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2019 11:33am
2nd Sep 2019 11:33am
The Light Of Day
I don't need help rising,
Always bright and hot
Hidden at times.
Depending on where you are
I will show you the light
I'll greet you at every morning
And brighten your day.
If you miss me it's not my fault
Some hide me to make it grey.
Children bask in my glory
And play all day,
while the flowers and trees
need my rays.
I'm high above the ground
for every eye to see,
Shining ocean to ocean
Blanketing with purpose
just because I'm me.
Always bright and hot
Hidden at times.
Depending on where you are
I will show you the light
I'll greet you at every morning
And brighten your day.
If you miss me it's not my fault
Some hide me to make it grey.
Children bask in my glory
And play all day,
while the flowers and trees
need my rays.
I'm high above the ground
for every eye to see,
Shining ocean to ocean
Blanketing with purpose
just because I'm me.
#sun
#nature
#gratitude
412 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2019 10:29am
30th Aug 2019 10:29am
The Dream
Blanketed with an image deep behind my eyes,
Lying on firm mattress a black and white surprise
She planted soft kisses on my forehead before i woke
Her face clear as day , i thought it was a joke
I’ll take this moment even thought shes not there
To remember the love she gave me ,
to remember how she cared.
But if only it was real and a moment in real time
I miss my momma dearly
Sleeping is sublime.
Lying on firm mattress a black and white surprise
She planted soft kisses on my forehead before i woke
Her face clear as day , i thought it was a joke
I’ll take this moment even thought shes not there
To remember the love she gave me ,
to remember how she cared.
But if only it was real and a moment in real time
I miss my momma dearly
Sleeping is sublime.
#love
#mother
#dreams #IMissYou
#dreams #IMissYou
571 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2019 10:42pm
26th Aug 2019 10:42pm
One Sunday Morning
Morning perspiration trickles off the leaves,
The early birds head bobbing in the grass.
Another light of the day to see, clear, quiet, calm, alone.
Sitting on my deck, coffee in hand, warm fuel to begin.
A cool circulation of air dances on my face, each breath
refreshing,
No worries, no thoughts , no cell just me.
Happy to be alive and thankful.
Appreciate the simplicity of nature and all its beauty.
Tomorrow we can die.
The early birds head bobbing in the grass.
Another light of the day to see, clear, quiet, calm, alone.
Sitting on my deck, coffee in hand, warm fuel to begin.
A cool circulation of air dances on my face, each breath
refreshing,
No worries, no thoughts , no cell just me.
Happy to be alive and thankful.
Appreciate the simplicity of nature and all its beauty.
Tomorrow we can die.
#happiness
427 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2019 5:27pm
21st Jul 2019 5:27pm
Death Of An Organ
Perfect little blob, designed by anonymous.
Cleaning toxins we ingest, working for free
Redish brown at birth, healthy, clean and strong
Until you decided to eat 34 aspirin for escape.
Now you turned me yellow,
bursting with angry streams of veins that can explode.
Scars that can never heal, worn like a medal you earned,
now disfigured your natural state.
My little brother , what have you done?
Your iron level is through the roof, this was one big goof.
Sometimes in life we make one really bad decision,
Changing the course of...
Cleaning toxins we ingest, working for free
Redish brown at birth, healthy, clean and strong
Until you decided to eat 34 aspirin for escape.
Now you turned me yellow,
bursting with angry streams of veins that can explode.
Scars that can never heal, worn like a medal you earned,
now disfigured your natural state.
My little brother , what have you done?
Your iron level is through the roof, this was one big goof.
Sometimes in life we make one really bad decision,
Changing the course of...
#sadness
#brother
#family
#LifeStruggles
#illness
468 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jul 2019 2:06pm
20th Jul 2019 2:06pm
Awaken
Your quiet innocence never grew up, a dormant seed untouched .
Deep nerves inside your folds await a firework of life, capable of awakening every cell inside.
Smells never smelt will be born while moist wetness will flow like an untamed stream.
Inflamed , engorged will be on the menu, a feast for me too.
No one ever treated you as human banquet, the time is right
and I am here.
Let my dreams come true.
Lay back and enjoy the night,
Your wait is over my dear.
Deep nerves inside your folds await a firework of life, capable of awakening every cell inside.
Smells never smelt will be born while moist wetness will flow like an untamed stream.
Inflamed , engorged will be on the menu, a feast for me too.
No one ever treated you as human banquet, the time is right
and I am here.
Let my dreams come true.
Lay back and enjoy the night,
Your wait is over my dear.
#romantic
492 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jun 2019 5:04pm
5th Jun 2019 5:04pm
The Depth Of My Lover
Soft gates of pleasure,
Unfolds exposing the moist desire
Embers of a fire ,Sweet rivers of Eden
Ready for her lovers touch
or able flick of a tongue
He stares at her every quiver
every moan gets a passing grade
No finer taste has touched his tongue
The scent of his women turns him on
His throbbing steel like erection
unable to be contained
peeks out of his Calvin's,
a groundhog observing a view.
Knowing fingers reach her breast
Circling, pinching with a slight caress
She lets out a scream and he emerges...
Unfolds exposing the moist desire
Embers of a fire ,Sweet rivers of Eden
Ready for her lovers touch
or able flick of a tongue
He stares at her every quiver
every moan gets a passing grade
No finer taste has touched his tongue
The scent of his women turns him on
His throbbing steel like erection
unable to be contained
peeks out of his Calvin's,
a groundhog observing a view.
Knowing fingers reach her breast
Circling, pinching with a slight caress
She lets out a scream and he emerges...
#sex
#food
#lover
575 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 11:19pm
1st Jun 2019 11:19pm
George Costanza's Dream
An Architect of words
Some to delight Some to disturb
Building all the time
A 24/7 mind
Delicately placing syllables
Laying them down,concrete of a builder.
Constant orgasmic sentences
erupt and seep out,
Only to be wiped out with the stroke of a button.
The ones that stick, like your man
paste
create a new life , breathing , needing , feeding your pleasure of ego and self.
Frost must have felt the coldness
of That Snowy Night
All words came out right,
I can only dream of a construction so solid, ...
Some to delight Some to disturb
Building all the time
A 24/7 mind
Delicately placing syllables
Laying them down,concrete of a builder.
Constant orgasmic sentences
erupt and seep out,
Only to be wiped out with the stroke of a button.
The ones that stick, like your man
paste
create a new life , breathing , needing , feeding your pleasure of ego and self.
Frost must have felt the coldness
of That Snowy Night
All words came out right,
I can only dream of a construction so solid, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
389 reads
2 Comments
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