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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2020 8:48pm
18th Sep 2020 8:48pm
The Truth, Unmasked
This growing cult of ignorance,
is becoming difficult to ignore;
with an attitude of indifference,
always ready to start a war.
When science goes out the window,
and compassion is out the door;
we’re left somewhere in limbo,
where rationale is nevermore.
Since climate change is a “hoax,”
instead of acting in great imminence;
they laugh like it’s a joke,
steady clapping at their insolence.
In the midst of a pandemic—
When everything is a conspiracy,
rather than listen to the academics, ...
is becoming difficult to ignore;
with an attitude of indifference,
always ready to start a war.
When science goes out the window,
and compassion is out the door;
we’re left somewhere in limbo,
where rationale is nevermore.
Since climate change is a “hoax,”
instead of acting in great imminence;
they laugh like it’s a joke,
steady clapping at their insolence.
In the midst of a pandemic—
When everything is a conspiracy,
rather than listen to the academics, ...
#politics
#science
#environment
#frustration
#ignorance
876 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2020 9:34pm
16th Sep 2020 9:34pm
Colorblind
(Visual Entry)
#love
#brother
#friendship
#racism
#support
660 reads
20 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2020 9:24pm
12th Sep 2020 9:24pm
Weeping Willow
Visual Entry
#depression
#dark
#death
#trees
#flowers
1937 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2020 2:28am
8th Sep 2020 2:28am
The River Gorge
With the roar of a mighty lion
Ripping through her ebon bone,
You can hear the river cryin’
From great gorges etched in stone.
The scars upon her surface,
Carved by waters running red;
Through her scarlet epidermis,
By the mighty riverbed.
As harsh weather and erosion
Transform the rock back into sand;
With the sound of an explosion
By which many fishes swam.
Churning into motion, dust
From the rusty-colored land;
Returning to the ocean cusp,
From which it once began.
Ripping through her ebon bone,
You can hear the river cryin’
From great gorges etched in stone.
The scars upon her surface,
Carved by waters running red;
Through her scarlet epidermis,
By the mighty riverbed.
As harsh weather and erosion
Transform the rock back into sand;
With the sound of an explosion
By which many fishes swam.
Churning into motion, dust
From the rusty-colored land;
Returning to the ocean cusp,
From which it once began.
#river
#water
#lion
#nature
#fish
722 reads
25 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2020 9:00pm
3rd Sep 2020 9:00pm
Abducted
You invaded my space,
Taking over my world;
With astronomical impact,
You rocked me, girl.
You abducted my heart,
Probing into my brain;
And at the speed of light,
You drove me insane.
Taking over my world;
With astronomical impact,
You rocked me, girl.
You abducted my heart,
Probing into my brain;
And at the speed of light,
You drove me insane.
#love
#relationships
#universe #aliens
#universe #aliens
806 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2020 10:40pm
31st Aug 2020 10:40pm
No Reason
Everything is political—
In the absence of critical
Thinking, we’re sinking
To an all-time low.
This ships about to blow,
Diminished to smithereens,
To finish this bitter scene,
In the clinic of twitter memes.
Brainwashed by the media—
To never gaze at an encyclopedia;
We graze upon the book of face
As we laze into acedia.
Red, rife with opinions,
Led by lying little minions;
Where truth becomes diluted,
And the waters run polluted.
Deluded in our arrogance—
So...
In the absence of critical
Thinking, we’re sinking
To an all-time low.
This ships about to blow,
Diminished to smithereens,
To finish this bitter scene,
In the clinic of twitter memes.
Brainwashed by the media—
To never gaze at an encyclopedia;
We graze upon the book of face
As we laze into acedia.
Red, rife with opinions,
Led by lying little minions;
Where truth becomes diluted,
And the waters run polluted.
Deluded in our arrogance—
So...
#corruption
#politics
#shame
#consumerism
#ignorance
596 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Aug 2020 11:15pm
26th Aug 2020 11:15pm
Rose-colored Memories
A solemn silence fills the air.
Our lips are ever still—
The memories still linger there,
But the love has lost its thrill.
Once upon a love anew,
We glistened like a drop of dew;
A withered rose now lay askew,
Within the garden which it fondly grew.
I stare into a false reflection,
Mirrored softly on the wall—
In this cave of recollection,
My thoughts begin to crawl.
I saw the writing on the wall,
As I gazed into the crystal ball.
For it was written in our destiny,
This forbidden love will never be.
Our lips are ever still—
The memories still linger there,
But the love has lost its thrill.
Once upon a love anew,
We glistened like a drop of dew;
A withered rose now lay askew,
Within the garden which it fondly grew.
I stare into a false reflection,
Mirrored softly on the wall—
In this cave of recollection,
My thoughts begin to crawl.
I saw the writing on the wall,
As I gazed into the crystal ball.
For it was written in our destiny,
This forbidden love will never be.
#love
#fate
#memories
#ForbiddenLove
#bittersweet
700 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2020 11:30pm
30th Jul 2020 11:30pm
Neverland
I wish I could begin again,
I'd slither in and shed my skin,
to leave behind this withered shell—
but a remnant of my bitter sin.
To quell the pain of mortal man,
I'd sever ties with life's demands;
to embark upon a new endeavor,
and escape to Never-never Land.
If only I could start anew,
as a honeybee on a drop of dew,
sitting on a blade of grass—
I'd dip my feet into the blue.
Oh, and if I were a little bird—
I'd never speak another word;
I'd tweet the sweetest melody,
and fly so...
I'd slither in and shed my skin,
to leave behind this withered shell—
but a remnant of my bitter sin.
To quell the pain of mortal man,
I'd sever ties with life's demands;
to embark upon a new endeavor,
and escape to Never-never Land.
If only I could start anew,
as a honeybee on a drop of dew,
sitting on a blade of grass—
I'd dip my feet into the blue.
Oh, and if I were a little bird—
I'd never speak another word;
I'd tweet the sweetest melody,
and fly so...
#regret
#freedom
#redemption
#despair
#escape
859 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2020 4:47pm
28th Jul 2020 4:47pm
Forgotten
Metaphorically speaking,
This dusty faucet is leaking;
My nails have all rusted,
And the floorboards are creaking.
My pages are worn,
And there's a hole in the wall
Next to an old rocking chair
That rests in the hall.
In the seat of the chair,
Sits a velveteen bear;
His buttons are missing,
And he's losing his hair.
With a corduroy vest,
Sewn onto his chest,
And the faded blue jeans
In which he was dressed.
He's tattered and torn,
All alone and begotten.
In the home he was born, ...
This dusty faucet is leaking;
My nails have all rusted,
And the floorboards are creaking.
My pages are worn,
And there's a hole in the wall
Next to an old rocking chair
That rests in the hall.
In the seat of the chair,
Sits a velveteen bear;
His buttons are missing,
And he's losing his hair.
With a corduroy vest,
Sewn onto his chest,
And the faded blue jeans
In which he was dressed.
He's tattered and torn,
All alone and begotten.
In the home he was born, ...
#loneliness
#rejection
#death
#memories
#aging
941 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2020 11:28pm
23rd Jul 2020 11:28pm
Finding the Right Angle
Visual Entry
#rhyming
#learning
#minimalist
#metaphor
#emotions
778 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2020 10:06pm
22nd Jul 2020 10:06pm
Sands of Time
They say age is just a number—
But I'm beginning to feel encumbered.
In the absence of a sense of wonder,
I'm inching towards eternal slumber.
I grumble at the sound of thunder—
Will this oaken heart be torn asunder,
On the day the reaper pulls me under,
And biology reveals it's final blunder?
Will I plunder into the underworld,
When my fragile life becomes unfurled?
Or I, a ribbon in the sky,
In a place that's made of pearl?
As I grow older, the days grow colder,
A weighted world perched on my...
But I'm beginning to feel encumbered.
In the absence of a sense of wonder,
I'm inching towards eternal slumber.
I grumble at the sound of thunder—
Will this oaken heart be torn asunder,
On the day the reaper pulls me under,
And biology reveals it's final blunder?
Will I plunder into the underworld,
When my fragile life becomes unfurled?
Or I, a ribbon in the sky,
In a place that's made of pearl?
As I grow older, the days grow colder,
A weighted world perched on my...
#birth
#death
#aging
#apathy
#bittersweet
704 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Jul 2020 00:34am
20th Jul 2020 00:34am
Same Old Story
Visual Entry
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#minimalist
729 reads
10 Comments
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