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
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 11:19pm
7th Dec 2024 11:19pm
Just Wait
#hurt
#LifeCycle
#love #TimeHeals
#love #TimeHeals
78 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 5:17am
7th Dec 2024 5:17am
It's Not Gold
#hurt
#love
68 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 9:22pm
6th Dec 2024 9:22pm
Broken Pieces ...
#breakup
#heartbroken
#hurt #relationships
#hurt #relationships
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 9:09pm
6th Dec 2024 9:09pm
A Clovers View...
I am alone and just one, a clover low, upon this quiet plain,
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
#beauty
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor #nature
#metaphor #nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 10:09pm
5th Dec 2024 10:09pm
Eclipsed by Time - Tanka
Falling leaves whisper,
echoes of what once had been,
a fleeting embrace,
life’s sorrow, infinite tides,
softly drown the light of youth
echoes of what once had been,
a fleeting embrace,
life’s sorrow, infinite tides,
softly drown the light of youth
#LifeCycle
#memories
#nostalgia #sadness
#nostalgia #sadness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 1:56am
5th Dec 2024 1:56am
Broken Record
#hurt
#love
#lyrics
#music
#WritingPoetry
60 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
5th Dec 2024 00:48am
5th Dec 2024 00:48am
"The Machine" Short Audio Version
#lyrics
#philosophical
46 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Dec 2024 3:06pm
4th Dec 2024 3:06pm
Then You Were Gone
#lyrics
69 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2024 7:06pm
3rd Dec 2024 7:06pm
Our Simple Gratification...
Our Simple Gratification...
We crave the quick...
a spark,
a fragment,
a line.
Depth feels distant,
too heavy to hold.
Poetry shrinks
to fit the scroll.
A whisper of meaning,
half-formed,
assumed profound.
The page waits,
but we turn to screens.
Books linger unread,
their weight
a burden we refuse.
Why read
when the world sings
in flashes and noise?
Why think
when quick answers
quell the ache?
Effort feels cruel—
to linger, ...
We crave the quick...
a spark,
a fragment,
a line.
Depth feels distant,
too heavy to hold.
Poetry shrinks
to fit the scroll.
A whisper of meaning,
half-formed,
assumed profound.
The page waits,
but we turn to screens.
Books linger unread,
their weight
a burden we refuse.
Why read
when the world sings
in flashes and noise?
Why think
when quick answers
quell the ache?
Effort feels cruel—
to linger, ...
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2024 11:54am
3rd Dec 2024 11:54am
Emanations of the Mind...
Often I get lost in my thought,
In those recesses of my intellect,
where ambivalence interlaces with the glimmering of discernment,
I traverse looking for the ineffable,
the elusive sagacity spoken softly in the stillness of quiet reflection.
Emerging from the profound depths of contemplation,
a sudden effulgence of clarity,
as comprehension unfurls like the delicate tendrils of an ethereal bloom,
grasping, attaining, a verity both fragile and steadfast.
I wander through the consecrated halls of philosophy and education,
where...
In those recesses of my intellect,
where ambivalence interlaces with the glimmering of discernment,
I traverse looking for the ineffable,
the elusive sagacity spoken softly in the stillness of quiet reflection.
Emerging from the profound depths of contemplation,
a sudden effulgence of clarity,
as comprehension unfurls like the delicate tendrils of an ethereal bloom,
grasping, attaining, a verity both fragile and steadfast.
I wander through the consecrated halls of philosophy and education,
where...
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
#wisdom
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2024 5:29am
3rd Dec 2024 5:29am
The Machine ...
What is the machine, but the child of our hand,
born not of nature’s womb, but of thought’s long labor,
growing like a child, then like a beast
its bones steel, its flesh metal,
its heartbeat the rhythmic clank of gears?
Is it a thing we made,
or is it something we are becoming?
You, standing as a tourist from the stars,
gaze upon the machine as if it is life’s second birth,
a marvel spun from human hands
that neither heaven nor earth can claim,
the thing we say we create,
though we may not know how.
Tell me, visitor from...
born not of nature’s womb, but of thought’s long labor,
growing like a child, then like a beast
its bones steel, its flesh metal,
its heartbeat the rhythmic clank of gears?
Is it a thing we made,
or is it something we are becoming?
You, standing as a tourist from the stars,
gaze upon the machine as if it is life’s second birth,
a marvel spun from human hands
that neither heaven nor earth can claim,
the thing we say we create,
though we may not know how.
Tell me, visitor from...
#LifeChangingMoment
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2024 9:30pm
2nd Dec 2024 9:30pm
The Shapes in Shadows
They hand us molds at birth
boxes carved from iron opinions,
sharp edges pressing into soft skin.
Be this, not that, they say,
their voices a choir of echoes,
ancient as caves and just as cold.
You are not a person,
but a sketch in charcoal,
dark lines smudged by lazy hands.
Your laughter?
Filed under too loud, too shrill, too weak.
Your silence?
A void they fill with their fears.
They say your gender is a blueprint,
your race, a map of limits.
"Walk this way, think this way,
and don't you dare...
boxes carved from iron opinions,
sharp edges pressing into soft skin.
Be this, not that, they say,
their voices a choir of echoes,
ancient as caves and just as cold.
You are not a person,
but a sketch in charcoal,
dark lines smudged by lazy hands.
Your laughter?
Filed under too loud, too shrill, too weak.
Your silence?
A void they fill with their fears.
They say your gender is a blueprint,
your race, a map of limits.
"Walk this way, think this way,
and don't you dare...
#happiness
#inspirational
#kindness #motivational
#kindness #motivational
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