Submissions by NewBeginnings
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A nature enthusiast, and a connoisseur of art, science, and music. Poetry, as well as music, help me to organize my thoughts, and enable me to express myself in a more constructive and creative fashion.
Ashes to Ashes
Ashes to ashes
(visual entry)
(visual entry)
#dark
#forgiveness
#rebirth
#redemption
#MovingOn
1138 reads
13 Comments
A Matter of Time
(Picture poem*)
#depression
#motivational
#inspirational #SelfWorth
#inspirational #SelfWorth
1606 reads
10 Comments
A Matter of Perspective
(picture poem)
#identity
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
4297 reads
15 Comments
Behind the Scenes
Visual entry**
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #SelfReflection
#PowerOfWords #SelfReflection
1216 reads
10 Comments
Evergreen
(another visual poem)
#death
#trees
#aging
744 reads
6 Comments
Sidetracked
I traced the lines upon my face,
To the tracks inside my brain;
That take me to a special place,
Where I can feel no pain.
I board my train of thought,
That was long ago derailed,
To a place I long forgot—
On a ship that I once sailed.
And as I lifted up the veil,
To drive the nail in the coffin,
It softened up my gaze,
Which became so pale and hardened.
I smiled to myself
From inside of my secret garden;
And lied beneath my shell,
Until the sky no longer darkened.
I've found a sense of...
To the tracks inside my brain;
That take me to a special place,
Where I can feel no pain.
I board my train of thought,
That was long ago derailed,
To a place I long forgot—
On a ship that I once sailed.
And as I lifted up the veil,
To drive the nail in the coffin,
It softened up my gaze,
Which became so pale and hardened.
I smiled to myself
From inside of my secret garden;
And lied beneath my shell,
Until the sky no longer darkened.
I've found a sense of...
#memories
#MentalHealth
#nostalgia #healing
#nostalgia #healing
580 reads
7 Comments
Elegy
When death comes for me
Dress me elegantly
With a crown made of leaves
From green elephant trees
O’ plant me a seed
Sown so delicately
That it grows up to be
An umbrella for ye
And when you are grieved
Come sit under my leaves
Let them speak memories
On the eloquent breeze
Leave me your sorrow
Sing me sweet elegies
Let me borrow your fear
By the birds’ melodies
So, swallow your tears
Please don’t mourn much for me
For I’ll always be here
In the form of a tree
Dress me elegantly
With a crown made of leaves
From green elephant trees
O’ plant me a seed
Sown so delicately
That it grows up to be
An umbrella for ye
And when you are grieved
Come sit under my leaves
Let them speak memories
On the eloquent breeze
Leave me your sorrow
Sing me sweet elegies
Let me borrow your fear
By the birds’ melodies
So, swallow your tears
Please don’t mourn much for me
For I’ll always be here
In the form of a tree
#love
#grief
#death
#trees
#nature
2096 reads
11 Comments
On the Fly
(visual)
#birds
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
889 reads
14 Comments
Bloom
There’s nothing I’d like more
Than to peel back your delicate petals
One by one
As you open your tender heart to me
As a flower to the blazing sun
Have no fear—
Trouble me with your every tear
And I will hang on to every single drop
As if it were your last, my dear
I want to hear your deepest thoughts
And the parts of you that make you whole
To feel the drum of your beating heart
And see the secrets of your soul
Speak to me the essence of you
Of all the beautiful things you do
Sing me the sweetest...
Than to peel back your delicate petals
One by one
As you open your tender heart to me
As a flower to the blazing sun
Have no fear—
Trouble me with your every tear
And I will hang on to every single drop
As if it were your last, my dear
I want to hear your deepest thoughts
And the parts of you that make you whole
To feel the drum of your beating heart
And see the secrets of your soul
Speak to me the essence of you
Of all the beautiful things you do
Sing me the sweetest...
#love
#relationships
#romantic #lover
#romantic #lover
1351 reads
23 Comments
Metamorphosis
In the mirror of my mind,
It's becoming ever clearer;
As I reflect upon these thoughts,
Which I fought so hard to form:
My brain's a perfect storm—
When the rains comes rolling in,
The thunder and the lightning,
Are sometimes rather frightenin'.
But I will keep on fighting—
And I'm not giving in;
This storm will pass into the past,
And the sun will shine (its light) again.
From the ashes I will rise,
Like a pheonix, to the skies;
And best believe it when I say,
That I will seize the day.
...
It's becoming ever clearer;
As I reflect upon these thoughts,
Which I fought so hard to form:
My brain's a perfect storm—
When the rains comes rolling in,
The thunder and the lightning,
Are sometimes rather frightenin'.
But I will keep on fighting—
And I'm not giving in;
This storm will pass into the past,
And the sun will shine (its light) again.
From the ashes I will rise,
Like a pheonix, to the skies;
And best believe it when I say,
That I will seize the day.
...
#anxiety
#depression
#hope
#confessional
#SelfReflection
1199 reads
22 Comments
Glass House
I spend my days in a little glass house,
a stone's throw from catastrophe;
it's the only place I've ever known,
although, it never had to be.
See, the others, they have grown,
but I'm still drowning in the stagnancy,
of these feelings I can't control...
the protagonist in this tragedy.
Let's get to the root of the problem,
and carefully extract this cavity;
because it's becoming quite a pain,
the strain, of my situation's gravity.
I'm diving deeper into the wishing well—
this private hell, I made for me; ...
a stone's throw from catastrophe;
it's the only place I've ever known,
although, it never had to be.
See, the others, they have grown,
but I'm still drowning in the stagnancy,
of these feelings I can't control...
the protagonist in this tragedy.
Let's get to the root of the problem,
and carefully extract this cavity;
because it's becoming quite a pain,
the strain, of my situation's gravity.
I'm diving deeper into the wishing well—
this private hell, I made for me; ...
#anxiety
#depression
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
854 reads
12 Comments
Losing My Religion
I wish that I could write to you
of flowery fields and morning dew;
of lush, green grass and skies of blue,
that's usually what I try to do.
But on the forefront of my mind
is a forest of unkind—
that's crowding up the canopy,
and clouding up my sky.
For my sanity, I fight,
as I try to find a different way;
caught in a constant cognitive chase
to keep the dissonance at bay.
And I've been wishin' it away,
trying to cope with these...
of flowery fields and morning dew;
of lush, green grass and skies of blue,
that's usually what I try to do.
But on the forefront of my mind
is a forest of unkind—
that's crowding up the canopy,
and clouding up my sky.
For my sanity, I fight,
as I try to find a different way;
caught in a constant cognitive chase
to keep the dissonance at bay.
And I've been wishin' it away,
trying to cope with these...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
1030 reads
15 Comments
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