Submissions by Morganpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poems over 40 years ago and have never stopped!
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2020 3:22pm
14th Apr 2020 3:22pm
A PEACEFUL MIND
Slow down, slow down,
you move too fast,
how long do you think
this pace can last?
Can’t stop thinking
so much to do,
a mind in chaos
is controlling you.
Can’t sit still or
stay in one place,
why are you sprinting
in a marathon race?
It will take time,
but in the end you’ll find,
you get much more done
with a peaceful mind.
Morganpoet
you move too fast,
how long do you think
this pace can last?
Can’t stop thinking
so much to do,
a mind in chaos
is controlling you.
Can’t sit still or
stay in one place,
why are you sprinting
in a marathon race?
It will take time,
but in the end you’ll find,
you get much more done
with a peaceful mind.
Morganpoet
#MentalHealth
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Apr 2020 2:46pm
14th Apr 2020 2:46pm
WHATEVER WAY
On the edge,
balancing between
either side.
I could just dribble
out pages of lines
that meant not much,
try to convince you
that I’m tuning into
my poetic source, or
I could take a
moment to contemplate,
to be inspired,
naturally create
something out of
nothing.
I could then sit
here and say,
see!
For a while I think
I’ll just balance here,
in between real and unreal,
expressing how I feel
whatever way.
Open spaces
encompassing vastness, ...
balancing between
either side.
I could just dribble
out pages of lines
that meant not much,
try to convince you
that I’m tuning into
my poetic source, or
I could take a
moment to contemplate,
to be inspired,
naturally create
something out of
nothing.
I could then sit
here and say,
see!
For a while I think
I’ll just balance here,
in between real and unreal,
expressing how I feel
whatever way.
Open spaces
encompassing vastness, ...
#WritingPoetry
#culture
374 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2020 6:46am
14th Apr 2020 6:46am
I SAW MY SADNESS
My sadness
it touched me
through blowing leaves
in a gaze.
My sadness
it took me
back though time
in the haze.
My sadness
I saw it
as I looked
to the sky.
The sadness
of a little girl
who’s Daddy
just died.
My sadness
consumed me
until I couldn’t move
My Sadness
releasing itself
through my mood.
So I smiled though
my sadness,
the reflection soon showed
My sadness
is lessened with
each...
it touched me
through blowing leaves
in a gaze.
My sadness
it took me
back though time
in the haze.
My sadness
I saw it
as I looked
to the sky.
The sadness
of a little girl
who’s Daddy
just died.
My sadness
consumed me
until I couldn’t move
My Sadness
releasing itself
through my mood.
So I smiled though
my sadness,
the reflection soon showed
My sadness
is lessened with
each...
#sadness
#acceptance
396 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2020 6:43am
14th Apr 2020 6:43am
MY SADNESS
My sadness is so deep,
if it was water I’d drown,
in the mountainous swell
of waves crashing down.
My sadness keeps growing
like lantana in the wild,
destroying the bush,
my inner child.
My sadness needs comfort
a kind, caring friend
who’ll listen and guide,
help me comprehend
That my sadness will come,
my sadness will go,
but forever my sadness
is with me, I know.
Morganpoet
if it was water I’d drown,
in the mountainous swell
of waves crashing down.
My sadness keeps growing
like lantana in the wild,
destroying the bush,
my inner child.
My sadness needs comfort
a kind, caring friend
who’ll listen and guide,
help me comprehend
That my sadness will come,
my sadness will go,
but forever my sadness
is with me, I know.
Morganpoet
#sadness
346 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
13th Apr 2020 3:56pm
13th Apr 2020 3:56pm
A PURGE
Being in a timeless space,
tranced out in a
creative place,
where imagination
is given time to play,
where emotions
are given time to say
how they feel.
A time when the self
is actually real,
when the artist
digs down deep,
exposes things
usually found
in sleep.
Brings them out
into the light of day
to have a look,
after a purge,
opening the book
to see what came out.
Being able to look within,
without all the other shit
that usually goes with it.
All the...
tranced out in a
creative place,
where imagination
is given time to play,
where emotions
are given time to say
how they feel.
A time when the self
is actually real,
when the artist
digs down deep,
exposes things
usually found
in sleep.
Brings them out
into the light of day
to have a look,
after a purge,
opening the book
to see what came out.
Being able to look within,
without all the other shit
that usually goes with it.
All the...
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
286 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2020 1:47pm
13th Apr 2020 1:47pm
ALTITUDE OF MIND
Drifting like a cloud
across the sky,
aware that down below
the shadows fall,
blown away to reveal
a clearer view.
Floating like a leaf
through the breeze,
disconnected, free
from the rustling,
settling on sandy soil
to decompose.
Standing like the tallest
tree, deeply rooted
reaching to the sky,
spreading out from
a solid trunk,
growing.
Morganpoet
across the sky,
aware that down below
the shadows fall,
blown away to reveal
a clearer view.
Floating like a leaf
through the breeze,
disconnected, free
from the rustling,
settling on sandy soil
to decompose.
Standing like the tallest
tree, deeply rooted
reaching to the sky,
spreading out from
a solid trunk,
growing.
Morganpoet
#MentalHealth
390 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2020 4:03pm
11th Apr 2020 4:03pm
SEE WHAT'S THERE
I see you,
you see me,
but what is it
we really see?
The outer shell?
The inner core?
How often do
we truly explore
who we are,
let alone another?
We distance ourselves.
We distance others.
Still I look at you,
see you look at me,
when we connect
it’s easy to see,
we have something
special to share,
so let’s gaze at each other
and see what’s there.
Morganpoet
you see me,
but what is it
we really see?
The outer shell?
The inner core?
How often do
we truly explore
who we are,
let alone another?
We distance ourselves.
We distance others.
Still I look at you,
see you look at me,
when we connect
it’s easy to see,
we have something
special to share,
so let’s gaze at each other
and see what’s there.
Morganpoet
#relationships
317 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2020 3:42pm
11th Apr 2020 3:42pm
BROADWAY TO SURRY HILLS
The dark leafy street
holds a suspended silence
frequently pierced by
fenced off barking dogs,
drawing attention
to passing males.
Squatting in the breeze
on his bus stop branch,
gazing thru territorial
space to exposed granite,
where books nestle in
a purple blanket.
Crossed legged beside an
open door, neck scarfed,
an empty by his knee,
dancing notes escaping from
weathered wood, casting a web
over thousands of passers-by.
Like the teenage boy in an
orange...
holds a suspended silence
frequently pierced by
fenced off barking dogs,
drawing attention
to passing males.
Squatting in the breeze
on his bus stop branch,
gazing thru territorial
space to exposed granite,
where books nestle in
a purple blanket.
Crossed legged beside an
open door, neck scarfed,
an empty by his knee,
dancing notes escaping from
weathered wood, casting a web
over thousands of passers-by.
Like the teenage boy in an
orange...
#city
#homelessness
313 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2020 5:09pm
10th Apr 2020 5:09pm
CROSS REFERENCING
To talk in the early hours
about the fall of the
Roman Empire,
or how the Duke of
Normandy tricked Harold,
this is what has put a
smile on my face
for a whole day.
Knowing how much
my son and I can
share, how much he
teaches and helps
me to see the
things I'd neglected
to learn in my youth,
the history of mankind
analysed to find a
truth that is balanced.
Bias considered, revealing
facts common to various
sources, we cross
reference each other
and it fills me
with...
about the fall of the
Roman Empire,
or how the Duke of
Normandy tricked Harold,
this is what has put a
smile on my face
for a whole day.
Knowing how much
my son and I can
share, how much he
teaches and helps
me to see the
things I'd neglected
to learn in my youth,
the history of mankind
analysed to find a
truth that is balanced.
Bias considered, revealing
facts common to various
sources, we cross
reference each other
and it fills me
with...
#learning
#son
320 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2020 12:41pm
10th Apr 2020 12:41pm
BROKEN
Somehow we all
get broken
along the way,
something happens
to change everything
in one day,
from then on
it's never the same.
You find yourself
wondering how
your life would
have been if
that day had
been different.
Over the years
you accept it,
move on and
grow, but still
deep inside
you there is a
knowing of those
broken parts,
those days when
everything changed.
Morganpoet
get broken
along the way,
something happens
to change everything
in one day,
from then on
it's never the same.
You find yourself
wondering how
your life would
have been if
that day had
been different.
Over the years
you accept it,
move on and
grow, but still
deep inside
you there is a
knowing of those
broken parts,
those days when
everything changed.
Morganpoet
#LifeChangingMoment
291 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2020 3:23pm
7th Apr 2020 3:23pm
EXPRESS TO THIRROUL
Xanthorrhoea flower stalks
stand camouflaged amongst
bare branches and dead trees,
while Gymea Lilies release
their blood red claws
amongst burnt bark,
blown by cyclone winds.
Dusty and dry, the
undulating treetops
cry out for rain,
gullies of tree ferns
scattered with white
Pittosporum, spread
amongst the gums of
Helensburgh,
thickly forested slopes,
occasional cabbage palms
heavy with fruit,
new fronds glistening
in the end of winters’ sun.
Lantana buffers the
railway line out of...
stand camouflaged amongst
bare branches and dead trees,
while Gymea Lilies release
their blood red claws
amongst burnt bark,
blown by cyclone winds.
Dusty and dry, the
undulating treetops
cry out for rain,
gullies of tree ferns
scattered with white
Pittosporum, spread
amongst the gums of
Helensburgh,
thickly forested slopes,
occasional cabbage palms
heavy with fruit,
new fronds glistening
in the end of winters’ sun.
Lantana buffers the
railway line out of...
#forest
#travel
#trains
328 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
7th Apr 2020 12:46pm
7th Apr 2020 12:46pm
OPEN THE DOOR
Do you see the ship
on the horizon?
Can you hear the men
upon the deck?
Now watch the mist
slowly surround them
as they disappear,
there is no wreck.
They set off early
to meet the sunrise,
they sang the songs
to bring the mist.
The time had come
to make the journey,
an impossible
urge to resist.
The ones who waited
on the shoreline
watched their visions
all throughout the day,
knowing the ones
who had crossed over
would send a message,
a sign to say.
They...
on the horizon?
Can you hear the men
upon the deck?
Now watch the mist
slowly surround them
as they disappear,
there is no wreck.
They set off early
to meet the sunrise,
they sang the songs
to bring the mist.
The time had come
to make the journey,
an impossible
urge to resist.
The ones who waited
on the shoreline
watched their visions
all throughout the day,
knowing the ones
who had crossed over
would send a message,
a sign to say.
They...
#culture
307 reads
2 Comments
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