Submissions by LongWinters
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I beat the drums of war, summoning the eternal battle within , the heart pulls with passion, while the mind stands resolute in reason, neither yielding nor retreating.
LOVE POEM
Published
Yesterday 5:37pm
Yesterday 5:37pm
Echoes from the abyss
My love is overbearing ..
My love is a ravenous fire..
My love is a fierce storm..
Here is your body , but will you surrender your soul?
Sleep with me , but will you share with me your dreams?
Can you bear the weight of my heart?
Will you yield to me your mind?..
Look me in the eyes , swear that you are mine.
My love is a ravenous fire..
My love is a fierce storm..
Here is your body , but will you surrender your soul?
Sleep with me , but will you share with me your dreams?
Can you bear the weight of my heart?
Will you yield to me your mind?..
Look me in the eyes , swear that you are mine.
#love
#obsession
#passion
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2015 10:35pm
10th Sep 2015 10:35pm
Emotional Braille
She exhales and outpours her wounded heart, into my solicitous ears..
Weary and fractured words from a tongue long bitten..
For emotional braille is all the language she ever evoked..
The only song her voice knew..
One that I could sing along to.
Weary and fractured words from a tongue long bitten..
For emotional braille is all the language she ever evoked..
The only song her voice knew..
One that I could sing along to.
728 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2014 2:50am
13th Oct 2014 2:50am
COURAGE
I never realy knew courage..
Till I had to stand on my own.
Till I had to drag myself through the most weakening paths to finally find Home.
Till I had to keep nurturing my Dreams in the midst of Reality's raging waves.
Till i had to forgive and love my most vicious offenders.
Till I had to blissfully dance in my shackles believing that my soul will forever be free.
Till i managed to see true beauty beyond all of the worlds troubles and imperfections.
Till I had to stand on my own.
Till I had to drag myself through the most weakening paths to finally find Home.
Till I had to keep nurturing my Dreams in the midst of Reality's raging waves.
Till i had to forgive and love my most vicious offenders.
Till I had to blissfully dance in my shackles believing that my soul will forever be free.
Till i managed to see true beauty beyond all of the worlds troubles and imperfections.
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2014 00:59am
2nd Sep 2014 00:59am
PERCEIVE ME AS THE VICTIM WITHIN THE VILLAIN
AND THE VILLAIN WITHIN THE VICTIM.
Tempted you with my vulnerability, desperateness, weakness and ignorance..
Awoke the cunning villainous monster that slumbers in you..
Taking refuge in your shadow..
Hypnotized by your hypocritical compassion.
Choking on my own breath as you haul me out of the light i belong.
No longer do i behold the sunrise with a cloudless conscience.
Swiftly decaying and fading in the darkness.
Viewing life from the side i never saw myself heading.
Through the weary eyes of a spider being strangled by its own web.
Through the window of the basement...
Awoke the cunning villainous monster that slumbers in you..
Taking refuge in your shadow..
Hypnotized by your hypocritical compassion.
Choking on my own breath as you haul me out of the light i belong.
No longer do i behold the sunrise with a cloudless conscience.
Swiftly decaying and fading in the darkness.
Viewing life from the side i never saw myself heading.
Through the weary eyes of a spider being strangled by its own web.
Through the window of the basement...
945 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2014 9:24pm
17th Aug 2014 9:24pm
HEAVEN LOVES ME.
In spite of every stone i cast at the peace in the skies..
And every step i take away from all the blessings in disguise..
Heaven never ceases to pour its grace upon me.
I turn away to embrace darkness..
Yet bright is the moon amidst my sombre clouds..
Secure is the bright halo upon my head..
For divinely gracious raindrops fall to efface my viciousness and enliven my thirsty soul..
And every step i take away from all the blessings in disguise..
Heaven never ceases to pour its grace upon me.
I turn away to embrace darkness..
Yet bright is the moon amidst my sombre clouds..
Secure is the bright halo upon my head..
For divinely gracious raindrops fall to efface my viciousness and enliven my thirsty soul..
973 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2014 9:07am
5th Aug 2014 9:07am
UNFRIENDLY FRIENDS
Abandoned promises..
Handshakes.. hugs and kisses ..
with hidden intentions.
Emotional faces with distinct
emotions.
Im wrapped in wet blankets..
Always quenching my sparkel.
Leaning on coldshoulders..
Walking with Shadows that forsake when darkness conquers.
Consequences of disguising
foes as friends.
Forsaken by my own choices..
A thousand friends a mistake
made.
Choose Quality over Quantity is a
lesson learned.
Handshakes.. hugs and kisses ..
with hidden intentions.
Emotional faces with distinct
emotions.
Im wrapped in wet blankets..
Always quenching my sparkel.
Leaning on coldshoulders..
Walking with Shadows that forsake when darkness conquers.
Consequences of disguising
foes as friends.
Forsaken by my own choices..
A thousand friends a mistake
made.
Choose Quality over Quantity is a
lesson learned.
873 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
20th Jul 2014 10:43am
20th Jul 2014 10:43am
MY INVISIBLE SCARS AND WOUNDS.
Sometimes all i hear is the echo of my odd thoughts and emotions yearning for liberation..
So I inscribe my unspoken woes on scrolls hidden in deserted dwellings.
With streaming tears as bitter as those of a mother mourning the son who died far from home.
I silently scream out to the sun, that never seems to wake as dreams get sabotaged at night,
And Spectral unsated promises keep offering Cold Comfort for the slave of winter.
Sometimes i stare in the mirror and perceive Life without life like i am peering in the womb of a barren woman.
See no sign of...
So I inscribe my unspoken woes on scrolls hidden in deserted dwellings.
With streaming tears as bitter as those of a mother mourning the son who died far from home.
I silently scream out to the sun, that never seems to wake as dreams get sabotaged at night,
And Spectral unsated promises keep offering Cold Comfort for the slave of winter.
Sometimes i stare in the mirror and perceive Life without life like i am peering in the womb of a barren woman.
See no sign of...
829 reads
7 Comments
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