Submissions by Metropolis
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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DARK POEM
Published
Yesterday 11:26pm
Yesterday 11:26pm
A Dark Rerun
he painted red white
but blue caused anxiety
blue brought out
the dark mood
his paint brush
avoided it when possible
it caused recollection
of her/
of grief and pain
_
the tree's still there
with leaves of memory
the rope hung limp
and quiet
before being removed
it held death
_
he was the youth
that caused her worry
that day
she wore blue
she went mental
now so is he ...
but blue caused anxiety
blue brought out
the dark mood
his paint brush
avoided it when possible
it caused recollection
of her/
of grief and pain
_
the tree's still there
with leaves of memory
the rope hung limp
and quiet
before being removed
it held death
_
he was the youth
that caused her worry
that day
she wore blue
she went mental
now so is he ...
#dark
#death
23 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2025 2:31am
25th Feb 2025 2:31am
Morning Moon
I saw the moon last night,
full face, festive and glowing.
When the sun rose,
it was as if he had
just changed bar stools.
He looked weary,
pale, and hungover.
Overall, he looked
bewildered.
When I stepped outside this
afternoon,
he'd wandered off
probably to bed.
Possibly dreaming of wolves,
howling in the night.
full face, festive and glowing.
When the sun rose,
it was as if he had
just changed bar stools.
He looked weary,
pale, and hungover.
Overall, he looked
bewildered.
When I stepped outside this
afternoon,
he'd wandered off
probably to bed.
Possibly dreaming of wolves,
howling in the night.
#moon
#morning
#night
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 7:50pm
24th Feb 2025 7:50pm
Monarch
Her footprints marked
the dried mud that morning.
Each depression resembled
fossils created before death.
When we were young,
I remember she caught a frog under a log,
held him for a while in
her cupped hands,
then stooped down in the grass as
we watched him leap away.
We communicated some nights with
flashlights from
our bedroom windows.
And one day, she started to climb
up the water tower, saying jokingly
she was a butterfly, before I coaxed...
the dried mud that morning.
Each depression resembled
fossils created before death.
When we were young,
I remember she caught a frog under a log,
held him for a while in
her cupped hands,
then stooped down in the grass as
we watched him leap away.
We communicated some nights with
flashlights from
our bedroom windows.
And one day, she started to climb
up the water tower, saying jokingly
she was a butterfly, before I coaxed...
#grief
#heartbroken
53 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2025 7:01pm
22nd Feb 2025 7:01pm
Bullshit
I don't fall prey to bullshit
I don't like fakers and frauds
When you know they're using A.I.
It's their lies that come out flawed.
Pictures can often deceive.
Compliments often betray.
It's easy to fool a fool.
When you steal their hearts away.
I don't like fakers and frauds
When you know they're using A.I.
It's their lies that come out flawed.
Pictures can often deceive.
Compliments often betray.
It's easy to fool a fool.
When you steal their hearts away.
#deception
78 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2025 2:45am
4th Feb 2025 2:45am
I am many ghosts
I am many ghosts:
A toddler discovering the world,
A teenager who grew dark and moody,
A young man with a crush on the girl down the street,
A father who worried about his children and bills.
I've experienced storms,
been demonized — and celebrated,
and had years most joyful.
Gone through many birthdays,
disappointments,
loves, and deaths;
at times, yearning for a do-over.
Through the years,
my past lives have sneaked away,
but they still reside inside,...
A toddler discovering the world,
A teenager who grew dark and moody,
A young man with a crush on the girl down the street,
A father who worried about his children and bills.
I've experienced storms,
been demonized — and celebrated,
and had years most joyful.
Gone through many birthdays,
disappointments,
loves, and deaths;
at times, yearning for a do-over.
Through the years,
my past lives have sneaked away,
but they still reside inside,...
#LifeCycle
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Feb 2025 2:34am
1st Feb 2025 2:34am
Persian, lilac moan.
While rain tapped against the window,
he meditated on the previous year,
and the geisha woman.
In a hanamachi in Kyoto,
he witnessed her.
She danced in a way
that prompted his sinful nature.
Things a geisha would never even think of doing in public.
But then, her eyes...
The way she glanced at him sent shivers down his spine.
Her graceful moves were as elegant as falling leaves.
As delicate as cherry blossoms in spring.
She wore the colors of Asagao,...
he meditated on the previous year,
and the geisha woman.
In a hanamachi in Kyoto,
he witnessed her.
She danced in a way
that prompted his sinful nature.
Things a geisha would never even think of doing in public.
But then, her eyes...
The way she glanced at him sent shivers down his spine.
Her graceful moves were as elegant as falling leaves.
As delicate as cherry blossoms in spring.
She wore the colors of Asagao,...
#erotic
#lust
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jan 2025 6:10pm
25th Jan 2025 6:10pm
My Spanish Seductora
I shall always remember
sweet Sophia from Spain,
in a backless, red dress that fit so tight.
In an erotic fandango, with passion intertwined,
on that romantic, rainy night,
over me, she swayed in a
seductive lover's dance.
Now, with the falling of
a warm, salvaje rain,
over me, my umbrella
entwines with the wind,
up and down, side to side,
bringing back the memory
of that rainy night
with Sophia.
sweet Sophia from Spain,
in a backless, red dress that fit so tight.
In an erotic fandango, with passion intertwined,
on that romantic, rainy night,
over me, she swayed in a
seductive lover's dance.
Now, with the falling of
a warm, salvaje rain,
over me, my umbrella
entwines with the wind,
up and down, side to side,
bringing back the memory
of that rainy night
with Sophia.
#erotic
#rain
#sex
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jan 2025 7:21pm
24th Jan 2025 7:21pm
A plea to the erotic writer.
Resist the urge to revise the words
that describe her slipping her jeans back on.
Keep her nude, bringing to light
her long, curly hair sprawled across her creamy skin.
Let her idle away time on her bed, legs spread, skin pale.
If she were to moan from self-pleasure, allow it.
Let her lie on cotton duvet covers by the window,
where the horny sun stares wide-eyed,
full of heat and perspiration.
And if you could, write me into the scene.
I wish to join her until the sun goes down.
that describe her slipping her jeans back on.
Keep her nude, bringing to light
her long, curly hair sprawled across her creamy skin.
Let her idle away time on her bed, legs spread, skin pale.
If she were to moan from self-pleasure, allow it.
Let her lie on cotton duvet covers by the window,
where the horny sun stares wide-eyed,
full of heat and perspiration.
And if you could, write me into the scene.
I wish to join her until the sun goes down.
#erotic
#sex
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2025 00:33am
20th Jan 2025 00:33am
Railroad watch
My father gave me a railroad watch,
and every now and then, in bed,
I open its face and sadly gaze
at another hour slipped away.
Another day older,
another page turned—
a calendar on the wall confirms
there's a station in life, I think we know.
But with more to say,
a train's on its way,
where time rebukes our further stay.
and every now and then, in bed,
I open its face and sadly gaze
at another hour slipped away.
Another day older,
another page turned—
a calendar on the wall confirms
there's a station in life, I think we know.
But with more to say,
a train's on its way,
where time rebukes our further stay.
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2025 12:53pm
18th Jan 2025 12:53pm
Fantasies are False
A new love
can be like flimsy paper;
any errant wind is liable to take it away.
In romance, security is an illusion.
Red flags are like little surprises.
We screw up when we ignore them.
Fantasies blind us to reality.
Even a lover's friends can be red flags.
Lessons are often learned with a heavy heart,
if at all.
Be realistic:
no one is perfect.
If being alone is better—
…is wiser—
so be it.
---------
But why am I telling you all this.
You already...
can be like flimsy paper;
any errant wind is liable to take it away.
In romance, security is an illusion.
Red flags are like little surprises.
We screw up when we ignore them.
Fantasies blind us to reality.
Even a lover's friends can be red flags.
Lessons are often learned with a heavy heart,
if at all.
Be realistic:
no one is perfect.
If being alone is better—
…is wiser—
so be it.
---------
But why am I telling you all this.
You already...
#love
#sex
80 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2025 10:40pm
17th Jan 2025 10:40pm
Until Tomorrow
Your eyes are like
marbles in a
blue velvet dye
where shadows and storms
retreat when you smile,
and sleep
in its discernment
is mankind's blessing
despite vague dreams
that keep you guessing.
A night's intermezzo
is a pause from the day,
when the mind turns slowly
on joys or dismay.
Your eyes are like marbles
in a blue velvet dye.
I know 'cause I've seen
where your beauty lies.
marbles in a
blue velvet dye
where shadows and storms
retreat when you smile,
and sleep
in its discernment
is mankind's blessing
despite vague dreams
that keep you guessing.
A night's intermezzo
is a pause from the day,
when the mind turns slowly
on joys or dismay.
Your eyes are like marbles
in a blue velvet dye.
I know 'cause I've seen
where your beauty lies.
#admiration
#love
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