Submissions by MaddyMouse
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2014 9:31pm
5th Oct 2014 9:31pm
Mirror, mirror
(Written for the mirror, mirror competition)
Mirror, mirror.
On the wall.
Who is the fairest of them of all?
It's not me.
That much I know.
But the pretty girls?
Why, they just put on a show.
Surgery and make up,
these things aren't fair.
Against natural beauty,
they simply can't compare.
And yet,
society says otherwise.
Beauty is perfection,
not the girl who cries,
from wishing she could see,
the girl in the mirror,
she desperately wants to be.
And so to be her,
she...
Mirror, mirror.
On the wall.
Who is the fairest of them of all?
It's not me.
That much I know.
But the pretty girls?
Why, they just put on a show.
Surgery and make up,
these things aren't fair.
Against natural beauty,
they simply can't compare.
And yet,
society says otherwise.
Beauty is perfection,
not the girl who cries,
from wishing she could see,
the girl in the mirror,
she desperately wants to be.
And so to be her,
she...
532 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Oct 2014 00:40am
5th Oct 2014 00:40am
A little girl's poetry
You say my poems are good,
I'm afraid you've misunderstood.
I don't write for you.
I don't even write for me.
I write for poet inside to be set free.
There once was a little girl,
who was told she good.
But life then destroyed it,
as suspected it would.
This little girl.
She once believed.
Believed that poems could set your soul free,
and you could be, how you truly wanted to be.
That little girl,
used to be me.
I'm afraid you've misunderstood.
I don't write for you.
I don't even write for me.
I write for poet inside to be set free.
There once was a little girl,
who was told she good.
But life then destroyed it,
as suspected it would.
This little girl.
She once believed.
Believed that poems could set your soul free,
and you could be, how you truly wanted to be.
That little girl,
used to be me.
540 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2014 11:10pm
4th Oct 2014 11:10pm
The real me
You think you see the real me,
you don't.
You don't have clue.
And yet,
you appear so transparent.
I see right through you.
We play this silly game,
that we're so close;
heart to heart,
souls entwined,
when we haven't even reached the start.
I'm not just some insecure little girl,
and i'm not just frigid or scared.
There's more to it,
it runs deeper.
It a shame that nobody cares.
you don't.
You don't have clue.
And yet,
you appear so transparent.
I see right through you.
We play this silly game,
that we're so close;
heart to heart,
souls entwined,
when we haven't even reached the start.
I'm not just some insecure little girl,
and i'm not just frigid or scared.
There's more to it,
it runs deeper.
It a shame that nobody cares.
637 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2014 00:01am
30th Sep 2014 00:01am
Love unspoken
This is for my boyfriend, who I don't show as much love to as he deserves.
I'm sorry I don't treat you right,
the way you deserve to be.
I apologise for not being a cutie.
Outspoken? That's not me.
But I promise, you're my heart and soul,
that I desperately want you to see.
I find these things difficult to say;
so let's try poetry.
It really pains my heart,
you don't know how much to me you mean.
It really is a struggle,
to show how happy I have been.
I keep talking about myself,
but this poem is about you.
You're...
I'm sorry I don't treat you right,
the way you deserve to be.
I apologise for not being a cutie.
Outspoken? That's not me.
But I promise, you're my heart and soul,
that I desperately want you to see.
I find these things difficult to say;
so let's try poetry.
It really pains my heart,
you don't know how much to me you mean.
It really is a struggle,
to show how happy I have been.
I keep talking about myself,
but this poem is about you.
You're...
614 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2014 11:53pm
29th Sep 2014 11:53pm
Muse
I'll paint you like a picture,
stroke after gentle stroke.
I'll sing you like an anthem,
with a choirboy's voice yet unbroke.
I'll turn you like a dancer,
whose moves flow effortlessly.
For you are my muse,
the heart of this melody.
stroke after gentle stroke.
I'll sing you like an anthem,
with a choirboy's voice yet unbroke.
I'll turn you like a dancer,
whose moves flow effortlessly.
For you are my muse,
the heart of this melody.
642 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 9:53pm
15th Oct 2013 9:53pm
Flight
Skim the clouds
Brush the trees
Shrouded by blue
Invisible
Higher and higher
Glide
The higher still
Unseen
Unheard
Undisturbed
Floating
Free
Brush the trees
Shrouded by blue
Invisible
Higher and higher
Glide
The higher still
Unseen
Unheard
Undisturbed
Floating
Free
869 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 00:19am
12th Aug 2012 00:19am
The Battlefield
By the way I wrote this when I was like 8.
Here I am on the battlefield,
Stepping stones all around,
The enemy ready to fight,
Then men fall slowly to the ground.
I look right,
But not a man in sight.
I get brother lead,
To hit someone in the head.
And sister steel,
To stab someone in the heel.
I hear the boom of guns,
And the plop of gas shells,
Dropping slowly behind.
It begins to rain on the battlefield,
And the ground becomes sticky and wet.
The gas shells drop behind me,
And men act like blind puppy pets....
Here I am on the battlefield,
Stepping stones all around,
The enemy ready to fight,
Then men fall slowly to the ground.
I look right,
But not a man in sight.
I get brother lead,
To hit someone in the head.
And sister steel,
To stab someone in the heel.
I hear the boom of guns,
And the plop of gas shells,
Dropping slowly behind.
It begins to rain on the battlefield,
And the ground becomes sticky and wet.
The gas shells drop behind me,
And men act like blind puppy pets....
693 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2012 00:08am
8th Aug 2012 00:08am
Courage
What's courage?
Bravery?
Heroic?
The action hero in the movie
who faces but,
a few bumps in the road?
Or is it,
the addict,
who admits they have a problem?
The soldier,
who puts his life on the for his country?
The seriously ill child,
who faces daily pain,
but still smiles?
Bravery?
Heroic?
The action hero in the movie
who faces but,
a few bumps in the road?
Or is it,
the addict,
who admits they have a problem?
The soldier,
who puts his life on the for his country?
The seriously ill child,
who faces daily pain,
but still smiles?
606 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Aug 2012 10:01pm
7th Aug 2012 10:01pm
Protecting Myself
The light,
shines through
every crack and crevice.
Stronger,more intense.
Then the wall gives way and tumbles.
Down.
Yet the darkness evades.
And I invited it.
Because I can't get hurt.
Not again.
shines through
every crack and crevice.
Stronger,more intense.
Then the wall gives way and tumbles.
Down.
Yet the darkness evades.
And I invited it.
Because I can't get hurt.
Not again.
668 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2012 10:51am
7th Aug 2012 10:51am
Wolf
A beast
A protector
A scavenger
A provider
A scruff
A beauty
An attacker
A victim
A creator
A destroyer
There are two sides,
to every story.
A protector
A scavenger
A provider
A scruff
A beauty
An attacker
A victim
A creator
A destroyer
There are two sides,
to every story.
696 reads
6 Comments
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