Submissions by Myst86
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2017 00:22am
14th Nov 2017 00:22am
Our Chanting Fingers
Our weaving wisps of light
slip through a wounded soul,
with salving lips and thread
the stitching words and seal.
Hungry for the dark and hope,
ink spills and spells a beating heart,
while thunder pounds a ribcage blue,
bruised, our salve, the herbal lead.
Hands worn, the knotted burls
weathered wood and strength.
Bone and sinew, melded steel,
welding heat, to cauterize a lesion.
Quills that bleed, on wings unfurled
mustered smoke reveals a huddled form.
Chants are imagery, that flourish
mid the...
slip through a wounded soul,
with salving lips and thread
the stitching words and seal.
Hungry for the dark and hope,
ink spills and spells a beating heart,
while thunder pounds a ribcage blue,
bruised, our salve, the herbal lead.
Hands worn, the knotted burls
weathered wood and strength.
Bone and sinew, melded steel,
welding heat, to cauterize a lesion.
Quills that bleed, on wings unfurled
mustered smoke reveals a huddled form.
Chants are imagery, that flourish
mid the...
#love
#lust
#FallingInLove
#hurt
#obsession
754 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Nov 2017 1:50am
13th Nov 2017 1:50am
Just.
have you ever seen the rain,
comin down on a sunny day?
when sunlight alights on a grin
whose tilting lips are dashed with tears
and the pain that twinges
seems to shake at fanciful rainbows
trembling behind dampened charcoal curtains
another application of eyeliner will do
doodles in a notebook become cartoon characters who
share their resemblance to a stick figure with a Cheshire grin
and the pencil that scrapes at the tension with harried strokes
is a chewed on toy that sadly doesn't belong to a dog. ...
comin down on a sunny day?
when sunlight alights on a grin
whose tilting lips are dashed with tears
and the pain that twinges
seems to shake at fanciful rainbows
trembling behind dampened charcoal curtains
another application of eyeliner will do
doodles in a notebook become cartoon characters who
share their resemblance to a stick figure with a Cheshire grin
and the pencil that scrapes at the tension with harried strokes
is a chewed on toy that sadly doesn't belong to a dog. ...
#PopCulture
762 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2017 1:43am
13th Nov 2017 1:43am
His Name Is Herald
Labored breathing
to hurried gasps,
extinguishing like a flame
devoid of oxygen.
Is there hope?
Can we revive the dying embers?
Speak--stay the worried whispers
that like invasive weeds creep their way
into our consciousness.
Combat the warring niggling devils
within mortality's cruel intentions.
Let words be our arrows--
our flaming tongues that find their mark!
As they leave the remnants of beauty and pain
in their wake.
Cover the soul as scallops of lace,
letters grouped in such delicate...
to hurried gasps,
extinguishing like a flame
devoid of oxygen.
Is there hope?
Can we revive the dying embers?
Speak--stay the worried whispers
that like invasive weeds creep their way
into our consciousness.
Combat the warring niggling devils
within mortality's cruel intentions.
Let words be our arrows--
our flaming tongues that find their mark!
As they leave the remnants of beauty and pain
in their wake.
Cover the soul as scallops of lace,
letters grouped in such delicate...
#dialogue
484 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Nov 2017 7:07am
12th Nov 2017 7:07am
Pinning a Tail on a Wisp
Our patient fingers spin and shuffle
laying waste to preconceived notions
that waiting is always still.
While I run the plow and stir the ground
with tilling phrases
my soul pauses
bracing its back against the white noise--the flurry of activity.
Bar an early exit
get lost in motion,
that when a breath
freezes
its landscape highlights
how patience waits
while its spinning feet
still make heavy footprints
on the face of life.
laying waste to preconceived notions
that waiting is always still.
While I run the plow and stir the ground
with tilling phrases
my soul pauses
bracing its back against the white noise--the flurry of activity.
Bar an early exit
get lost in motion,
that when a breath
freezes
its landscape highlights
how patience waits
while its spinning feet
still make heavy footprints
on the face of life.
#PopCulture
438 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2017 6:09am
12th Nov 2017 6:09am
A Crow Nests at Babel
Showmanship.
Show man ship...
view his awe.
Sailing over nervous lids
adrenaline at the back of a throat.
That wood hewn masterpiece,
the stuff of dreams.
Over a tempest’s face,
the darkness lies beneath
Nature’s restless soul.
Walk the planks,
such the path of the foolish.
Our Demi wants Moore,
The mooring anchors her
anxious breath.
Hail the fallen Trojan,
pitiful in his mortality.
The petty wars, the cost
so much in their delivery.
What is man that we..?
Poseidon...
Show man ship...
view his awe.
Sailing over nervous lids
adrenaline at the back of a throat.
That wood hewn masterpiece,
the stuff of dreams.
Over a tempest’s face,
the darkness lies beneath
Nature’s restless soul.
Walk the planks,
such the path of the foolish.
Our Demi wants Moore,
The mooring anchors her
anxious breath.
Hail the fallen Trojan,
pitiful in his mortality.
The petty wars, the cost
so much in their delivery.
What is man that we..?
Poseidon...
#nature
#mythology
#LifeCycle
#PopCulture
#heroic
356 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2017 9:45am
11th Nov 2017 9:45am
Cold Feet and Hot Cocoa
Running like young eyes
where falling mists have trailed sultry lips
over brimming fields of steepled flame,
tears of laughter transform translucent snapshots
frozen frames.
Flushed cheeks glow brilliantly against trampled strands,
a meadow's mane ruffled by anxious feet,
(combed through life and seasons reaping hand.)
Seeping earth, where soiled doves lay, skin pale
pricked by heavens torrential sighs.
Await my love.
See billowing clouds, as feathers filter light,
the winter steals a kiss, a promise.
The...
where falling mists have trailed sultry lips
over brimming fields of steepled flame,
tears of laughter transform translucent snapshots
frozen frames.
Flushed cheeks glow brilliantly against trampled strands,
a meadow's mane ruffled by anxious feet,
(combed through life and seasons reaping hand.)
Seeping earth, where soiled doves lay, skin pale
pricked by heavens torrential sighs.
Await my love.
See billowing clouds, as feathers filter light,
the winter steals a kiss, a promise.
The...
#love
#universe
#lover
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
439 reads
8 Comments
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