Submissions by NYTESHAYDE
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 1:15pm
26th Feb 2014 1:15pm
weapon of choice
WEAPON OF CHOICE
she, full of emotions,
flow freely from her weapon of choice
with clear and sincere words, her pen does write
But in her mind stands a figure that breaks her chain of thought.
He enters her thoughts and sullies her privacy,
to find that she is dominated by an authentic passion for life,
which flows in her veins mixed with blood and grit, giving strength to her soul.
He has so much power over her mind. It comes from her hell of days gone by.
Sometimes feeling that she is dying alive, and her only hope is death.
She calls the...
she, full of emotions,
flow freely from her weapon of choice
with clear and sincere words, her pen does write
But in her mind stands a figure that breaks her chain of thought.
He enters her thoughts and sullies her privacy,
to find that she is dominated by an authentic passion for life,
which flows in her veins mixed with blood and grit, giving strength to her soul.
He has so much power over her mind. It comes from her hell of days gone by.
Sometimes feeling that she is dying alive, and her only hope is death.
She calls the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 1:05pm
26th Feb 2014 1:05pm
JUST A SECOND
Just a second, is all it takes and everything around you can change, The ground you find solid enough to stand upon may melt away like liquid glass.
you may lose everything you had, standing devastated.
We humans keep planning things our entire life even when we are not sure enough of having one single next breath.
We fight for things, we kill, commit suicide;
A share of property or a handful of printed paper;
on petty issues we argue,
for small things we stay angry for days,
for unfulfilled desires,
we protest. In the race of amassing wealth
we even...
you may lose everything you had, standing devastated.
We humans keep planning things our entire life even when we are not sure enough of having one single next breath.
We fight for things, we kill, commit suicide;
A share of property or a handful of printed paper;
on petty issues we argue,
for small things we stay angry for days,
for unfulfilled desires,
we protest. In the race of amassing wealth
we even...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2014 12:50pm
20th Feb 2014 12:50pm
A poets pen
A poets pen
The pen is a powerful tool, linked with a powerful mind,
a zest for life, only to be found on paper so white
with the power of a pen, it brings such beauty and pain,
In the form of poetry, big or small, your dreams your hopes,
are there for all to see.
No holds barred sometimes, and hard to take
but nether the less its there right in your face
Imagination holds no bounds,
to have a talent that is second to none,
time will come, when my pen does run dry,
until then I will share far and beyond the pages of Facebook
and make sure...
The pen is a powerful tool, linked with a powerful mind,
a zest for life, only to be found on paper so white
with the power of a pen, it brings such beauty and pain,
In the form of poetry, big or small, your dreams your hopes,
are there for all to see.
No holds barred sometimes, and hard to take
but nether the less its there right in your face
Imagination holds no bounds,
to have a talent that is second to none,
time will come, when my pen does run dry,
until then I will share far and beyond the pages of Facebook
and make sure...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 7:59pm
17th Feb 2014 7:59pm
SWEAT
In the small of my back
sits a drop of sweat,
nothing special you may say
no alluring feature does it have:
but so musty, tempting, wet.
Resting in a lake enclosed by land
surrounding beads threatening to break,
but with a light caress of a hand
the bead does not join the band.
Drifts across the rise of my hips,
tickles, whispers, nibbles my skin,
goose bumps rise to meet your lips;
shivers, quivers, echo from deep within.
With the arch of my back the journey begins,
this perfect drop flows over flesh
completely...
sits a drop of sweat,
nothing special you may say
no alluring feature does it have:
but so musty, tempting, wet.
Resting in a lake enclosed by land
surrounding beads threatening to break,
but with a light caress of a hand
the bead does not join the band.
Drifts across the rise of my hips,
tickles, whispers, nibbles my skin,
goose bumps rise to meet your lips;
shivers, quivers, echo from deep within.
With the arch of my back the journey begins,
this perfect drop flows over flesh
completely...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 7:46pm
17th Feb 2014 7:46pm
DESERT'S ON YOU
I want you on your back if you don't mind
nows the time for me to tease, If you got the time.
so lie flat on your back, so I can trace this berry from head to toe
tease your lips, over and around your nipples, dipping
into your bellybutton, followed
by my mouth and little pink tongue, sucking up the juices. of berries so sweet.
Down, to where you in all your glory lie.
This little red berry makin swirls of pleasure wrap themselves
around your tender head,
juice dripping into your hole,
I let my tongue first relieve the pressure, then
use my...
nows the time for me to tease, If you got the time.
so lie flat on your back, so I can trace this berry from head to toe
tease your lips, over and around your nipples, dipping
into your bellybutton, followed
by my mouth and little pink tongue, sucking up the juices. of berries so sweet.
Down, to where you in all your glory lie.
This little red berry makin swirls of pleasure wrap themselves
around your tender head,
juice dripping into your hole,
I let my tongue first relieve the pressure, then
use my...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2014 4:51pm
11th Feb 2014 4:51pm
My Son, My Little Soldier
There he stands,so handsome and tall.
Uniformed ironed, shoes polished shine.
Proud to call this soldier mine.
Of to war he goes, not toy soldiers anymore.
King and country he must fight, my heart may stop this very night.
My baby born, is still to young, to carry a gun.
Please bring him home, please to my arms, where he does belong.
this game is no longer fun, damn this shit is real.
Letter comes telegram style, delivered by hand no less.
grief is etched upon the wretch with the letter in his hand.
My Son, my boy, my soldier born, will no longer...
Uniformed ironed, shoes polished shine.
Proud to call this soldier mine.
Of to war he goes, not toy soldiers anymore.
King and country he must fight, my heart may stop this very night.
My baby born, is still to young, to carry a gun.
Please bring him home, please to my arms, where he does belong.
this game is no longer fun, damn this shit is real.
Letter comes telegram style, delivered by hand no less.
grief is etched upon the wretch with the letter in his hand.
My Son, my boy, my soldier born, will no longer...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 3:52pm
10th Feb 2014 3:52pm
ME
I’m trying to find something to base my life upon,
Something in this strange world that goes on and on.
As the years go by and time fades away,
What used to be "good days" are now filled with dismay.
Tomorrow comes, and then again, it goes,
And my ambition to become something more, grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
The life I want now, gets closer each day.
All I've ever wanted was something to live for,
I don’t want to be this little person anymore.
I’ve been basing my life upon what others wicked evil deeds did to me,...
Something in this strange world that goes on and on.
As the years go by and time fades away,
What used to be "good days" are now filled with dismay.
Tomorrow comes, and then again, it goes,
And my ambition to become something more, grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
The life I want now, gets closer each day.
All I've ever wanted was something to live for,
I don’t want to be this little person anymore.
I’ve been basing my life upon what others wicked evil deeds did to me,...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 3:49pm
10th Feb 2014 3:49pm
LOSS OF ME
Loss
I have never felt this way before,
Completely and utterly empty,
I feel like my heart has been torn to shreds,
Leaving nothing but broken shards just like a hurricane does,
This pain, is a pain that has been torturing me,
It has been taking over my body for the past few years,
Slowly stripping the life out of me,
Leaving nothing but a dark empty shell,
I never imagined it could hurt so much to have someone hate me like this,
Especially since I don't even know you,
I am not a role model for anyone,
And it rips me apart to know...
I have never felt this way before,
Completely and utterly empty,
I feel like my heart has been torn to shreds,
Leaving nothing but broken shards just like a hurricane does,
This pain, is a pain that has been torturing me,
It has been taking over my body for the past few years,
Slowly stripping the life out of me,
Leaving nothing but a dark empty shell,
I never imagined it could hurt so much to have someone hate me like this,
Especially since I don't even know you,
I am not a role model for anyone,
And it rips me apart to know...
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 6:49pm
7th Feb 2014 6:49pm
FATHER DEAR FATHER
Father, dear Father
Can you see the monster you made?
Hidden in human skin
blinded by a foolish sense of reality
How could you do those evil, evil deeds?
Father, dear Father
Why can I only see the times of blood, pains and tears ?
Caused by the demon disguised as my kinsmen?
An empty shell resides in place of my heart
Caused by emotional pain and punishment by your hand
How could you be blind from your evil, nasty ways?
Father, dear Father
I am too sensitive to the world
I overreact to little things
I am a loner in this world...
Can you see the monster you made?
Hidden in human skin
blinded by a foolish sense of reality
How could you do those evil, evil deeds?
Father, dear Father
Why can I only see the times of blood, pains and tears ?
Caused by the demon disguised as my kinsmen?
An empty shell resides in place of my heart
Caused by emotional pain and punishment by your hand
How could you be blind from your evil, nasty ways?
Father, dear Father
I am too sensitive to the world
I overreact to little things
I am a loner in this world...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2014 4:40pm
25th Jan 2014 4:40pm
OBLIVION
OBLIVION
What you seek you will find, drink it down my friend, and peace you long for will be thynn
seven circles of hell to pass through first,
I promise you my friend oblivion is at the end, pasts forgotten, future none, just the present with an empty glass.
so fill it up and drink it down, life's so grand, sing your heart out.
Shine like a fresh morning spring, fill your glass go on I know you want to.
Oblivion is what you seek,
Oblivion is what you'll find,
But read the small print ,
and keep it in mind.
come fill your glass, half is gone...
What you seek you will find, drink it down my friend, and peace you long for will be thynn
seven circles of hell to pass through first,
I promise you my friend oblivion is at the end, pasts forgotten, future none, just the present with an empty glass.
so fill it up and drink it down, life's so grand, sing your heart out.
Shine like a fresh morning spring, fill your glass go on I know you want to.
Oblivion is what you seek,
Oblivion is what you'll find,
But read the small print ,
and keep it in mind.
come fill your glass, half is gone...
835 reads
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