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
26th Feb 2025 6:05am
26th Feb 2025 6:05am
Oh Love
Oh Love, thou art a storm! A black-winged angel descending, a fire in the belly of the night
Did not the stars shudder when first they beheld thee? Did not the seas rise in wild revolt?
The hand that reaches, the hand that strikes both are thine, both bear the mark of thy cruel ecstasy.
I saw thee in the lover’s eye, burning like a sun that knows no mercy,
I saw thee in the trembling hands of those who long but dare not touch,
And lo! Their fingers, turned to dust before their eyes could meet,
Their lips, swollen with words unsaid, aching, aching,...
Did not the stars shudder when first they beheld thee? Did not the seas rise in wild revolt?
The hand that reaches, the hand that strikes both are thine, both bear the mark of thy cruel ecstasy.
I saw thee in the lover’s eye, burning like a sun that knows no mercy,
I saw thee in the trembling hands of those who long but dare not touch,
And lo! Their fingers, turned to dust before their eyes could meet,
Their lips, swollen with words unsaid, aching, aching,...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
Shattered Visions
Oh the Innocence
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2025 5:13pm
20th Feb 2025 5:13pm
Wanderers on the Edge
Fingertip reaches—glass-fractured sky,
but the world keeps turning, indifferent, blind.
We watch, we wait, we sift through the ashes—
searching for warmth in a fire long gone.
Ghosts of wanting drift through the ebb,
feet sinking in time’s marrow-thick river.
Clawing at the hilltop, slipping, gasping—
but do we climb or just fall slower?
Love hums then shatters,
echoes down corridors we dare not tread.
The oaken river swallows its dead,
birds fall southward, wings brittle with regret.
Winter comes for all—darkness...
but the world keeps turning, indifferent, blind.
We watch, we wait, we sift through the ashes—
searching for warmth in a fire long gone.
Ghosts of wanting drift through the ebb,
feet sinking in time’s marrow-thick river.
Clawing at the hilltop, slipping, gasping—
but do we climb or just fall slower?
Love hums then shatters,
echoes down corridors we dare not tread.
The oaken river swallows its dead,
birds fall southward, wings brittle with regret.
Winter comes for all—darkness...
#emotions
#LifeStruggles
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2025 12:54pm
19th Feb 2025 12:54pm
Dream-Seeking Under Moonlight
Dreaming under clouds,
moonlight shines upon the fields,
truth is foretold now.
Beast upon the moor,
softly speaks the song of wind,
dream is given gift.
Healing in thy dream,
stone-laid path is long and hard,
light embraces thee.
Fate is under night,
dream-traveling mind is glad,
bright rest in gold shines.
Thou hast named the dream,
wind-blown was my spoken word,
moon now seeks for thee.
moonlight shines upon the fields,
truth is foretold now.
Beast upon the moor,
softly speaks the song of wind,
dream is given gift.
Healing in thy dream,
stone-laid path is long and hard,
light embraces thee.
Fate is under night,
dream-traveling mind is glad,
bright rest in gold shines.
Thou hast named the dream,
wind-blown was my spoken word,
moon now seeks for thee.
#dreams
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 4:15pm
18th Feb 2025 4:15pm
Wax-Dripped Memory
Bone-silted river bleeds backward,
tide-swallowed and unspooled,
coffin-seamed decades slouch against a cindered skyline—
time, a lichen-laced beast, starved-thin and echo-lost,
chewing the wax-dripped minutes that slip like marrow through dusk.
Iron-tasting hours blister against frost-scabbed bones,
flesh-stitched days unravel, splinter-throated and root-bound,
where clock-hands wilt, tendon-thin and grave-damp,
melting into brine-brittle pools beneath sun-scoured echoes.
Fog-clot visions smear across the moth-blurred dawn,
where...
tide-swallowed and unspooled,
coffin-seamed decades slouch against a cindered skyline—
time, a lichen-laced beast, starved-thin and echo-lost,
chewing the wax-dripped minutes that slip like marrow through dusk.
Iron-tasting hours blister against frost-scabbed bones,
flesh-stitched days unravel, splinter-throated and root-bound,
where clock-hands wilt, tendon-thin and grave-damp,
melting into brine-brittle pools beneath sun-scoured echoes.
Fog-clot visions smear across the moth-blurred dawn,
where...
#memories
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
A World in Chains
How do you uncage a mind—
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
#art
#scary
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 1:13am
18th Feb 2025 1:13am
The World Has Gone Mad
They chatter and bicker, they shriek and they wail,
preach heaven through headlines, through panic for sale.
They conjure up villains, then rewrite the plot,
twist facts into fiction, then swear it’s not.
They march for their causes with signs in their hands,
then torch every city to make their demands.
They scream for their freedoms while begging for chains,
then ask why their suffering circles the drain.
They live in delusion, in comfort they choke,
addicted to outrage, enslaved to the joke.
They click and they swipe, they consume and...
preach heaven through headlines, through panic for sale.
They conjure up villains, then rewrite the plot,
twist facts into fiction, then swear it’s not.
They march for their causes with signs in their hands,
then torch every city to make their demands.
They scream for their freedoms while begging for chains,
then ask why their suffering circles the drain.
They live in delusion, in comfort they choke,
addicted to outrage, enslaved to the joke.
They click and they swipe, they consume and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 00:31am
18th Feb 2025 00:31am
Woven Whispers
Solitary spark,
Threaded through fate’s silent loom,
Veiled in silver dusk.
Held in fleeting dream,
Breath and hunger gild its chains,
Flesh, a borrowed home.
Gossamer unwinds,
Light unlaces night’s embrace,
Echoes drift like mist.
Nothing fades, but folds,
Rivers cradle their own gaze,
Waves return to sea.
Form, a fleeting name,
Time’s light touch reshapes and molds,
Yet I still remain.
This is how it is and how it has always been - Always ...
Threaded through fate’s silent loom,
Veiled in silver dusk.
Held in fleeting dream,
Breath and hunger gild its chains,
Flesh, a borrowed home.
Gossamer unwinds,
Light unlaces night’s embrace,
Echoes drift like mist.
Nothing fades, but folds,
Rivers cradle their own gaze,
Waves return to sea.
Form, a fleeting name,
Time’s light touch reshapes and molds,
Yet I still remain.
This is how it is and how it has always been - Always ...
#LifeCycle
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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
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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
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