Submissions by Morganpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems over 40 years ago and have never stopped!
SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2020 2:58pm
15th Mar 2020 2:58pm
DEEPLY CONVERSE
I’m on the edge
I’ve been here before,
luckily for me
I have a door
to open and walk
through where I can find
a way to bring order
back into my mind.
For pages I’ll write
rhyming verse
with my inner
self deeply converse,
‘till we work out
what to do,
poetry always
gets me through.
Morganpoet
I’ve been here before,
luckily for me
I have a door
to open and walk
through where I can find
a way to bring order
back into my mind.
For pages I’ll write
rhyming verse
with my inner
self deeply converse,
‘till we work out
what to do,
poetry always
gets me through.
Morganpoet
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2020 10:30am
15th Mar 2020 10:30am
WHATEVER
So much has happened
throughout my years,
so many things are
contained in my tears.
My memories are full
of love and laughter,
a wish for happily
ever after,
but somehow reality
got in the way,
creating the sadness
that’s with me today.
It scares me to think
of how easily things go,
just when you think
something you know
is real and true,
will last forever,
you’re hit with the shock
and learn about never.
Never again will
it be the same,
now and forever
you’ll...
throughout my years,
so many things are
contained in my tears.
My memories are full
of love and laughter,
a wish for happily
ever after,
but somehow reality
got in the way,
creating the sadness
that’s with me today.
It scares me to think
of how easily things go,
just when you think
something you know
is real and true,
will last forever,
you’re hit with the shock
and learn about never.
Never again will
it be the same,
now and forever
you’ll...
#TruthOfLife
300 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Mar 2020 5:30am
15th Mar 2020 5:30am
THE MEN OF THE MILL
Late one night when all was still
a rumbling echoed from a distant hill,
it started out softly, a gentle hum,
a melodic, soothing, encouraging strum
waking the men of the mill.
They gathered together outside the door
not one of them there who could say for sure,
what could create such a rhythm so fine
without a word they formed a line
heading off through the forest to explore.
Captured by a mystical melody
each man climbed up in a tree
to where the sound filled the air,
it’s couldn’t be seen, only felt there ...
a rumbling echoed from a distant hill,
it started out softly, a gentle hum,
a melodic, soothing, encouraging strum
waking the men of the mill.
They gathered together outside the door
not one of them there who could say for sure,
what could create such a rhythm so fine
without a word they formed a line
heading off through the forest to explore.
Captured by a mystical melody
each man climbed up in a tree
to where the sound filled the air,
it’s couldn’t be seen, only felt there ...
#tradition
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4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2020 1:41am
15th Mar 2020 1:41am
THE BURNING DAYS
Its hard to see the mountains
through the smoky haze,
fire scent hangs in the air,
brings fear to the observing gaze.
Houses reduced to
blackened rubble,
strong hot winds
indicate more trouble.
Balls of flames
fly through the air,
treetops are burning
everywhere.
Highways closed,
water conserved,
development receives
what it deserves.
Trying to take over
the untameable land,
will humankind
ever understand,
Mother Natures’
indiscriminate...
through the smoky haze,
fire scent hangs in the air,
brings fear to the observing gaze.
Houses reduced to
blackened rubble,
strong hot winds
indicate more trouble.
Balls of flames
fly through the air,
treetops are burning
everywhere.
Highways closed,
water conserved,
development receives
what it deserves.
Trying to take over
the untameable land,
will humankind
ever understand,
Mother Natures’
indiscriminate...
#environment
#fire
284 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2020 9:12pm
14th Mar 2020 9:12pm
FIND THE POET
Find the poet
the one who’ll say,
“This is how it is,
I’ll show you a way
to condense emotions,
diverse and vast,
encompass the future,
consider the past.
I’ll take you
on a journey,
bring your mind
to mine, together
we may find,
something.
Not necessarily
the same thing,
but isn’t that what poetry
has the power to bring.
Exploration of thought,
feelings shared, explained,
nothing held back, refrained,
just real and raw.
Telling it like it is.
Showing the...
the one who’ll say,
“This is how it is,
I’ll show you a way
to condense emotions,
diverse and vast,
encompass the future,
consider the past.
I’ll take you
on a journey,
bring your mind
to mine, together
we may find,
something.
Not necessarily
the same thing,
but isn’t that what poetry
has the power to bring.
Exploration of thought,
feelings shared, explained,
nothing held back, refrained,
just real and raw.
Telling it like it is.
Showing the...
#WritingPoetry
276 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2020 1:27pm
14th Mar 2020 1:27pm
YOU CAN'T SEE HIM
(A Tribute to Burnum Burnum)
He lives in the sky
above the clouds
while his bones and skin
break down in the ground.
He used to be here
some saw his face,
were held in his arms
as they shared his space.
He was a father, a partner
a brother, a son,
he did so much of
what needed to be done.
Planting the flag beneath
the White Cliffs of Dover
let the world know
the battle wasn’t over.
The land is the Dreaming,
the Dreaming’s alive,
from the past to the future
the...
He lives in the sky
above the clouds
while his bones and skin
break down in the ground.
He used to be here
some saw his face,
were held in his arms
as they shared his space.
He was a father, a partner
a brother, a son,
he did so much of
what needed to be done.
Planting the flag beneath
the White Cliffs of Dover
let the world know
the battle wasn’t over.
The land is the Dreaming,
the Dreaming’s alive,
from the past to the future
the...
#spiritual
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2020 11:47am
14th Mar 2020 11:47am
EATING IN MY MIND
Come on, old people,
walk with me,
tell me what you know
about the sea.
The moonlight guides me
along the puddled path,
as I gaze into the
oceans' boundless bath.
A rain cleansed boulder,
a coastal midden,
windswept Banksias,
so much is hidden.
I sense an energy,
I'm taken back in time,
to a gathering of people,
eating in my mind.
Slowly I walk on,
A presence follows me,
through my feet on the ground,
through my eyes on the sea.
I hear the sound of crashing
waves rolling to the...
walk with me,
tell me what you know
about the sea.
The moonlight guides me
along the puddled path,
as I gaze into the
oceans' boundless bath.
A rain cleansed boulder,
a coastal midden,
windswept Banksias,
so much is hidden.
I sense an energy,
I'm taken back in time,
to a gathering of people,
eating in my mind.
Slowly I walk on,
A presence follows me,
through my feet on the ground,
through my eyes on the sea.
I hear the sound of crashing
waves rolling to the...
#inspirational
#historical
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1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2020 5:03am
14th Mar 2020 5:03am
IN THEIR PLACE
Perception, awareness,
I see it so clear,
I am the one
in control here.
My thoughts they
will lead me
throughout time and space
but I am the one to
put them in their place.
My ideas will take me
if I give them a chance,
with direction and focus,
the passion to enhance.
My feelings will guide me
as I journey along,
bringing me the insight
to tune into my song.
Morganpoet
I see it so clear,
I am the one
in control here.
My thoughts they
will lead me
throughout time and space
but I am the one to
put them in their place.
My ideas will take me
if I give them a chance,
with direction and focus,
the passion to enhance.
My feelings will guide me
as I journey along,
bringing me the insight
to tune into my song.
Morganpoet
#SelfReflection
292 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
14th Mar 2020 00:57am
14th Mar 2020 00:57am
THE OTHERWORLD
The Otherworld is where I go,
it’s where I get what
I need to know.
It lies behind an
invisible screen,
sometimes you may
see it in a dream,
but usually that time
just in-between, when
nothing is quite the
way it seems.
I guess I’ve been going there
all my life, you could
say it’s the place from
where I came, where I
was before my name
called me here.
Never one for letting go.
I brought with me
the need to know,
which I now must feed.
Morganpoet
it’s where I get what
I need to know.
It lies behind an
invisible screen,
sometimes you may
see it in a dream,
but usually that time
just in-between, when
nothing is quite the
way it seems.
I guess I’ve been going there
all my life, you could
say it’s the place from
where I came, where I
was before my name
called me here.
Never one for letting go.
I brought with me
the need to know,
which I now must feed.
Morganpoet
#learning
#tradition
287 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2020 3:21pm
13th Mar 2020 3:21pm
A SENSE OF KNOWING
Sitting in the cemetery,
a peaceful place
where bones and skin
rest in space.
Taking a moment
out of my day,
to pay tribute
to those who've
found their way
out of the world
we can touch and see,
into the realm
where spirits are free.
I think about
the sadness and grief,
so dependent upon
personal belief.
Plants and trees
thriving and growing,
I take with me
a sense of knowing.
Morganpoet
a peaceful place
where bones and skin
rest in space.
Taking a moment
out of my day,
to pay tribute
to those who've
found their way
out of the world
we can touch and see,
into the realm
where spirits are free.
I think about
the sadness and grief,
so dependent upon
personal belief.
Plants and trees
thriving and growing,
I take with me
a sense of knowing.
Morganpoet
#death
279 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
13th Mar 2020 3:00pm
13th Mar 2020 3:00pm
THE INVISIBLE SONG
Where have all
the pages gone
of endless silence
invisible song?
Down in the depths
of the deepest whole
lives an introverted
marsupial mole.
He ate the pages
when he was bored
the silence and song
he happily explored
until he found he had
something vital to say,
with courage he scampered
to the surface one day
shouting to the world
in his loudest voice,
“THE MOST IMPORTANT
THING IS CHOICE! ”
Morganpoet
the pages gone
of endless silence
invisible song?
Down in the depths
of the deepest whole
lives an introverted
marsupial mole.
He ate the pages
when he was bored
the silence and song
he happily explored
until he found he had
something vital to say,
with courage he scampered
to the surface one day
shouting to the world
in his loudest voice,
“THE MOST IMPORTANT
THING IS CHOICE! ”
Morganpoet
#choices
282 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2020 6:05am
13th Mar 2020 6:05am
TALK TO THE DEAD
She sat in the silence
of soundless sound,
which can only be
found deep underground.
She waited to hear
the Invisible Song,
needing it to make her
strong, it didn't take long.
She felt it first
on top of her head,
remembering what her mother
said, “talk to the dead”
She started to sing
in a voice quite low,
whispering words, symbolically
slow, “did you know?”
She stopped and listened
for an echo to return,
watching the flickering candle
burn, “there are things to learn” . ...
of soundless sound,
which can only be
found deep underground.
She waited to hear
the Invisible Song,
needing it to make her
strong, it didn't take long.
She felt it first
on top of her head,
remembering what her mother
said, “talk to the dead”
She started to sing
in a voice quite low,
whispering words, symbolically
slow, “did you know?”
She stopped and listened
for an echo to return,
watching the flickering candle
burn, “there are things to learn” . ...
#learning
#healing
277 reads
2 Comments
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