Submissions by Northern1
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing since i was a kid. i use different styles and enjoy playing with form and rhythm.
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 5:32pm
19th Apr 2016 5:32pm
Taboo
Should walk around with my mouth taped
just give me half a chance and i squeal
told acquaintances that i had been raped
and now i know how lepers must feel
It's not contagious, did nothing wrong
but that's just how it sometimes goes
here's the deal, i won't sing you my song
and you will tell me none of your woes
just give me half a chance and i squeal
told acquaintances that i had been raped
and now i know how lepers must feel
It's not contagious, did nothing wrong
but that's just how it sometimes goes
here's the deal, i won't sing you my song
and you will tell me none of your woes
753 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 3:13am
19th Apr 2016 3:13am
Done
For three weeks now i only frown, you did me
my life has turned upside down
today i am trying hard to cope, you did me
sometimes i think of giving up hope
canīt understand or comprehend, you did me
why i am going around the bend
it wasn't like i would have said no, you did me
why couldn't we just take it slow
i think about you every day, you did me
i wish there was some other way
i am so confused and empty inside, you did me
if i see you come i will run and hide
and the next time that i meet a man, you did me
i will suspect that he has a...
my life has turned upside down
today i am trying hard to cope, you did me
sometimes i think of giving up hope
canīt understand or comprehend, you did me
why i am going around the bend
it wasn't like i would have said no, you did me
why couldn't we just take it slow
i think about you every day, you did me
i wish there was some other way
i am so confused and empty inside, you did me
if i see you come i will run and hide
and the next time that i meet a man, you did me
i will suspect that he has a...
682 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 6:39pm
18th Apr 2016 6:39pm
Quest
What do i yearn for how do i dream
a familiar setting in a far away scene
find my peace in a presence for real
to cast away armor instinctively feel
How will i get there i ask yet i know
without me there is nowhere to go
i pray and i wonder i want it so much
smiles in the mirror a delicate touch
When it will happen what will remain
the pain of rebirth sans the refrain
'tis sweet to my essence i do not fear
oh now i can feel it move ever so near
a familiar setting in a far away scene
find my peace in a presence for real
to cast away armor instinctively feel
How will i get there i ask yet i know
without me there is nowhere to go
i pray and i wonder i want it so much
smiles in the mirror a delicate touch
When it will happen what will remain
the pain of rebirth sans the refrain
'tis sweet to my essence i do not fear
oh now i can feel it move ever so near
668 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 4:44pm
18th Apr 2016 4:44pm
Rattling Your Cage
The dispersed energy at the outer core of your disposable omnipresence
left a hollow void of concentric microcosms twittering on the edge
of a rehearsal reversal of inclination as they hovered in matter limbo on
the preordained metaphysical oblong position and thus combined
with a potent inertia exerted by the stupendous galactic viola ensured a near
total obliteration of your vacuous innuendo
With all this going on it was understandable that your
former beloved affliction got side railed into obscurity
and left bedazzled by the eyebrows of oblivious...
left a hollow void of concentric microcosms twittering on the edge
of a rehearsal reversal of inclination as they hovered in matter limbo on
the preordained metaphysical oblong position and thus combined
with a potent inertia exerted by the stupendous galactic viola ensured a near
total obliteration of your vacuous innuendo
With all this going on it was understandable that your
former beloved affliction got side railed into obscurity
and left bedazzled by the eyebrows of oblivious...
777 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 10:05am
18th Apr 2016 10:05am
My Piglets Are Furry
My piglets are furry, what can i do?
They hang by my side and flop in my stew
i used to get irate, but now iīm aware
that my steakīs in the oven and i donīt much care
Itīs a trashy compartment, a foaming wild boar
and all i can do is lay back and snore
because it hit me with silence and jumped on my spleen
and itīs a bloody miracle that i ended up mean
In the vastness of vacuum there floated a word
one never before spoken or easily heard
It amounted to nothing the toil and the smiles
and all i could do was to go on for miles
As...
They hang by my side and flop in my stew
i used to get irate, but now iīm aware
that my steakīs in the oven and i donīt much care
Itīs a trashy compartment, a foaming wild boar
and all i can do is lay back and snore
because it hit me with silence and jumped on my spleen
and itīs a bloody miracle that i ended up mean
In the vastness of vacuum there floated a word
one never before spoken or easily heard
It amounted to nothing the toil and the smiles
and all i could do was to go on for miles
As...
703 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 8:09am
18th Apr 2016 8:09am
Hero
I showed her a place in my arms,
there was clicking, a duet, alarms
A man stood by and gazed
his eyes moody and hazed
Nor noticing wanton agenda
ultimately woulda dependa
Never denied him then when
always would wonder when then
Deception and toil and grief
did harden this bedspread thief
A spiteful look, a verbal assault
nothing wasted or at fault
Vengeance lured itīs ugly head
in the morning it was dead
A settlement, a lamented affair
nothing crossed out or fair
A perpetual somber...
there was clicking, a duet, alarms
A man stood by and gazed
his eyes moody and hazed
Nor noticing wanton agenda
ultimately woulda dependa
Never denied him then when
always would wonder when then
Deception and toil and grief
did harden this bedspread thief
A spiteful look, a verbal assault
nothing wasted or at fault
Vengeance lured itīs ugly head
in the morning it was dead
A settlement, a lamented affair
nothing crossed out or fair
A perpetual somber...
747 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2016 9:39pm
17th Apr 2016 9:39pm
Poet
So what is a poem and what has it got
and who is the poet and who is not
would life be as wondrous and profound
if the poet and poem were nowhere around
Is the poet perhaps such an enigma
for he cares not for fame or stigma
sees how he pleases writes what he can
is that what we look for in such a man
Regardless he writes for what it's worth
ponders a meaning a length and a girth
we read it and wonder what he's saying
all the while it's him we're obeying
For life is a maze and we seek a way
that's how the poem helps pass the...
and who is the poet and who is not
would life be as wondrous and profound
if the poet and poem were nowhere around
Is the poet perhaps such an enigma
for he cares not for fame or stigma
sees how he pleases writes what he can
is that what we look for in such a man
Regardless he writes for what it's worth
ponders a meaning a length and a girth
we read it and wonder what he's saying
all the while it's him we're obeying
For life is a maze and we seek a way
that's how the poem helps pass the...
709 reads
11 Comments
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