Submissions by MalcolmG (Malcolm Gladwin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm certainly complex filled with layers , introverted extrovert or whichever way pleases , I like authentic and original thoughts , don't care how messy it is as Iong as provokes me to consider things I wouldn't usually, somewhat of spontaneous writer
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2025 12:50pm
16th Feb 2025 12:50pm
Porcelain Dreams
Empty days drift in a world made of smoke and disguise,
Made-up lies, a life of despise while she hides.
A castle of echoes, a throne built on fantasy,
Her lack of reality—this is her majesty.
A queen in her kingdom of neon-lit haze,
Words set relationships ablaze,
Pretending to raise while seeking pity then praise.
Where nothing is real, yet she basks in the sunlight, acts brave.
She dances with thoughts of grand junction, whispers her name—total dysfunction.
Plays puppets with fate in her self-written game.
Muppets...
Made-up lies, a life of despise while she hides.
A castle of echoes, a throne built on fantasy,
Her lack of reality—this is her majesty.
A queen in her kingdom of neon-lit haze,
Words set relationships ablaze,
Pretending to raise while seeking pity then praise.
Where nothing is real, yet she basks in the sunlight, acts brave.
She dances with thoughts of grand junction, whispers her name—total dysfunction.
Plays puppets with fate in her self-written game.
Muppets...
#motivational
#obsession
#wisdom
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Feb 2025 12:47pm
15th Feb 2025 12:47pm
The Crow and the Raven
Silence dusk hums, echoing light,
Blackened roots drink falling stars.
Sifting Hollow winds carve breathless verses,
Drifting feathers trace lost names.
Trust unspools in silver spirals,
Dusk and dawn in fibres unseen.
Unseen, fibres in dawn and dusk,
Spirals silver in unspools trust
Names lost trace feathers drifting,
Verses breathless carve winds hollow sifting.
Stars falling drink roots blackened,
Light echoing hums, silence.
Verses return where whispers lie silent,
Time bends beneath the breath of...
Blackened roots drink falling stars.
Sifting Hollow winds carve breathless verses,
Drifting feathers trace lost names.
Trust unspools in silver spirals,
Dusk and dawn in fibres unseen.
Unseen, fibres in dawn and dusk,
Spirals silver in unspools trust
Names lost trace feathers drifting,
Verses breathless carve winds hollow sifting.
Stars falling drink roots blackened,
Light echoing hums, silence.
Verses return where whispers lie silent,
Time bends beneath the breath of...
#unicorns
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2025 1:22pm
12th Feb 2025 1:22pm
A Careful Reflection...
When looking at each moment in life ,
I am thankful for every breath, every ache, every fall,
For hands that shake, for lips that bleed, for eyes that burn,
For voices screaming, whispers breaking, silence speaking loud,
For love that scars, for hate that fuels, for pain that shapes,
For nights alone, for days unknown, for fear’s embrace,
For light, for dark, for shadows waiting,
For rage, for peace,
For fire,
For life.
Life is
A storm,
A fleeting touch,
A whispered name,
A war of longing,
A wound that heals, ...
I am thankful for every breath, every ache, every fall,
For hands that shake, for lips that bleed, for eyes that burn,
For voices screaming, whispers breaking, silence speaking loud,
For love that scars, for hate that fuels, for pain that shapes,
For nights alone, for days unknown, for fear’s embrace,
For light, for dark, for shadows waiting,
For rage, for peace,
For fire,
For life.
Life is
A storm,
A fleeting touch,
A whispered name,
A war of longing,
A wound that heals, ...
#LifeChangingMoment
60 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2025 11:06pm
10th Feb 2025 11:06pm
The Hollow Bloom
The echo hums where silence breeds, detaching, fading, dissipating,
A river flows, yet never stays, refracting, bending, disappearing,
Its current carves through stone unseen, eroding, shaping, liberating.
The self dissolves, a mist in shade, unraveling, shifting, elevating,
What binds the form but empty seeds? Decaying, blooming, vanishing,
A breath that speaks, yet none remain, unknowing, drifting, meditating.
A lotus drowns where mirrors break, reflecting, shattering, recomposing,
The dream of self, a whispered veil elapsing, wilting,...
A river flows, yet never stays, refracting, bending, disappearing,
Its current carves through stone unseen, eroding, shaping, liberating.
The self dissolves, a mist in shade, unraveling, shifting, elevating,
What binds the form but empty seeds? Decaying, blooming, vanishing,
A breath that speaks, yet none remain, unknowing, drifting, meditating.
A lotus drowns where mirrors break, reflecting, shattering, recomposing,
The dream of self, a whispered veil elapsing, wilting,...
#philosophical
44 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2025 2:51am
9th Feb 2025 2:51am
Silence and Storm
Hear me not, yet feel my breath,
A susurrus etched in ebon shale.
What lingers whispers not of death,
But wraith-song borne on ashen gale.
The oculus is veiled in dust,
The portal gapes, the vow untrue.
Where halls resound with vacant trust,
The dawn distorts, the dusk imbues.
Their sigil scorned, their tale unscrolled,
Yet dunes consume the steps they laid.
The firmament withdraws its hold,
The zephyrs parch, the rivers fade.
Those who wander, sight unblessed,
Shall tread where embered tongues entwine.
No...
A susurrus etched in ebon shale.
What lingers whispers not of death,
But wraith-song borne on ashen gale.
The oculus is veiled in dust,
The portal gapes, the vow untrue.
Where halls resound with vacant trust,
The dawn distorts, the dusk imbues.
Their sigil scorned, their tale unscrolled,
Yet dunes consume the steps they laid.
The firmament withdraws its hold,
The zephyrs parch, the rivers fade.
Those who wander, sight unblessed,
Shall tread where embered tongues entwine.
No...
#mythology
69 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2025 3:41pm
6th Feb 2025 3:41pm
Random Thoughts
Winds howl through my ears
empty voices, empty rules,
dust beneath my feet.
Stars burn, mountains fall,
yet still they beg me to care.
I just light my smoke.
empty voices, empty rules,
dust beneath my feet.
Stars burn, mountains fall,
yet still they beg me to care.
I just light my smoke.
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2025 7:23pm
5th Feb 2025 7:23pm
The Last (Or Less)
If you knew the hourglass had cracked,
and every grain was sliding fast,
would you sit and watch it empty,
or flip it over, make time last?
Would you call the ones who left you,
just to mend what once was torn?
Or leave the past like shattered mirrors,
reflecting ghosts that feel unborn?
Would you chase the distant skyline,
feet on fire, lungs alive?
Or breathe in slow, just hold the moment,
watch the sun dissolve and thrive?
Would you stand upon a mountain,
feel the earth beneath your weight?
Or walk the...
and every grain was sliding fast,
would you sit and watch it empty,
or flip it over, make time last?
Would you call the ones who left you,
just to mend what once was torn?
Or leave the past like shattered mirrors,
reflecting ghosts that feel unborn?
Would you chase the distant skyline,
feet on fire, lungs alive?
Or breathe in slow, just hold the moment,
watch the sun dissolve and thrive?
Would you stand upon a mountain,
feel the earth beneath your weight?
Or walk the...
#TruthOfLife
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2025 7:18pm
5th Feb 2025 7:18pm
Art for Art’s Sake
I do not write to carve my name in stone,
nor sing for echoes in a crowded hall.
I let the melodies guide me alone,
not chasing gold—just heeding music’s call.
The rise and fall, the pulse, the breath, the sound,
the way a chord can lift or break a heart,
the way a note can wrap the soul around—
that’s why I sing, that’s why I play my part.
I paint not to be Michelangelo,
nor sculpt a legacy in strokes and hue.
I love the way the colors ebb and flow,
how crimson bleeds into the ocean blue.
The way the brush moves freely on the...
nor sing for echoes in a crowded hall.
I let the melodies guide me alone,
not chasing gold—just heeding music’s call.
The rise and fall, the pulse, the breath, the sound,
the way a chord can lift or break a heart,
the way a note can wrap the soul around—
that’s why I sing, that’s why I play my part.
I paint not to be Michelangelo,
nor sculpt a legacy in strokes and hue.
I love the way the colors ebb and flow,
how crimson bleeds into the ocean blue.
The way the brush moves freely on the...
#art
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2025 2:56pm
4th Feb 2025 2:56pm
Poetry SNOBS ...
Ink must flow in lines,
metered, measured, high-minded
else it is not art.
They sneer at free verse,
counting feet like prison bars,
locking out the wild.
Rhyme too clean? Too trite.
Rhyme too loose? Unrefined slop.
Gold melts in their hands.
Ancient names they quote,
wielding rules like brittle swords
paper cuts still sting.
Silence when they read,
hushed as if the gods had penned
what they claim to own.
Yet wind speaks in gusts,
rivers carve new paths through stone ...
metered, measured, high-minded
else it is not art.
They sneer at free verse,
counting feet like prison bars,
locking out the wild.
Rhyme too clean? Too trite.
Rhyme too loose? Unrefined slop.
Gold melts in their hands.
Ancient names they quote,
wielding rules like brittle swords
paper cuts still sting.
Silence when they read,
hushed as if the gods had penned
what they claim to own.
Yet wind speaks in gusts,
rivers carve new paths through stone ...
#LifeAsAWriter
67 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2025 2:47pm
4th Feb 2025 2:47pm
Small Amusements
"Raindrop Derby"
Raindrops race downhill,
children cheer for streams of fate
small joys shape the world.
"The Ant Parade"
Ants march in a line,
tiny wars on pavement cracks
a boy laughs, enthralled.
"Coin Waltz"
Spinning a coin fast,
hypnotized by its waltzing
all else fades away.
Raindrops race downhill,
children cheer for streams of fate
small joys shape the world.
"The Ant Parade"
Ants march in a line,
tiny wars on pavement cracks
a boy laughs, enthralled.
"Coin Waltz"
Spinning a coin fast,
hypnotized by its waltzing
all else fades away.
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2025 6:45pm
3rd Feb 2025 6:45pm
WAR WITH MYSELF
Shadows keep creeping in deep,
Battling demons,
misleading my reason,
they scream in the dark when I sleep
Drowning in echoes,
the voices are vicious,
they slither,
they tighten,
they reap,
Falling in cycles,
I struggle for silence, the war in my mind cuts too deep
Trapped in a cage of regret
Chained to the burdens I never forget
Poisonous venom,
it runs through my veins,
Lies in my ear keep appearing, they steer me, they whisper, they pull and restrain
War with myself, and I’m caught in the fire, still...
Battling demons,
misleading my reason,
they scream in the dark when I sleep
Drowning in echoes,
the voices are vicious,
they slither,
they tighten,
they reap,
Falling in cycles,
I struggle for silence, the war in my mind cuts too deep
Trapped in a cage of regret
Chained to the burdens I never forget
Poisonous venom,
it runs through my veins,
Lies in my ear keep appearing, they steer me, they whisper, they pull and restrain
War with myself, and I’m caught in the fire, still...
#myself
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2025 4:25am
1st Feb 2025 4:25am
The Hollow Chalice
The Hollow Chalice echoes roam
The river flows, but I am bone,
A vessel cracked, alone, alone.
I search the skies, but find no dome
The stars are ash, and ash is home.
The sickle swings but strikes no fruit,
The root is dust, the seed is mute.
You walk the earth with silver boot,
Yet tread on thorns, yet taste the soot.
To love and die, to die and love,
Is it not the same, to writhe and shove?
In death’s embrace, we mourn the dove
A coldness hums, the song above.
The mirror cracks, the face is gone,
The...
The river flows, but I am bone,
A vessel cracked, alone, alone.
I search the skies, but find no dome
The stars are ash, and ash is home.
The sickle swings but strikes no fruit,
The root is dust, the seed is mute.
You walk the earth with silver boot,
Yet tread on thorns, yet taste the soot.
To love and die, to die and love,
Is it not the same, to writhe and shove?
In death’s embrace, we mourn the dove
A coldness hums, the song above.
The mirror cracks, the face is gone,
The...
#hypocrisy
#TruthOfLife
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