Submissions by Obsidian-Wings (Alyson McLaughlin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I enjoy writing poetry and am humble in the knowledge that I will never be a poet. I am happy to read and admire the works of the great poets of my time and before me. I just hope that when I am older I will be able to look back on my poetry and smile.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2022 2:03pm
8th Feb 2022 2:03pm
Clouds
Drifting, floating, always morphing
As they sweep across the sky.
I watch as they change, ever contorting,
Admiring their beauty as they float gracefully by.
As they sweep across the sky.
I watch as they change, ever contorting,
Admiring their beauty as they float gracefully by.
#earth
#water
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2021 4:23pm
8th Sep 2021 4:23pm
Is it too soon?
I couldn’t keep it in
A feeling I had tucked away
Buried deep and out of sight
To be forgotten
I wanted to forget
So I could protect myself from the pain
But damn...That kiss...
It was the undoing
The walls I built
The walls I thought were miles thick
were blown away
In a tender moment
So quiet, so sweet.
But was it too early?
I didn’t know
But I couldn’t deny
the flood that gushed
That poured from my heart
And up from the depths it came
From the darkness where I buried it...
A feeling I had tucked away
Buried deep and out of sight
To be forgotten
I wanted to forget
So I could protect myself from the pain
But damn...That kiss...
It was the undoing
The walls I built
The walls I thought were miles thick
were blown away
In a tender moment
So quiet, so sweet.
But was it too early?
I didn’t know
But I couldn’t deny
the flood that gushed
That poured from my heart
And up from the depths it came
From the darkness where I buried it...
#love
#passion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th May 2021 2:05pm
4th May 2021 2:05pm
At This Tree
I stand at the roots
Of my childhood tree
And wonder what the fruits
Of my future will be.
Will I travel the earth
And roam through the land
To see mourning and mirth
And wonders made by His hand.
Or will I stay here
At my birthplace
With my family quite near
And the common friendly face.
Will I find love’
And eventually marry?
Or will I end up alone
With no choice but to tarry.
Will I be a success
In the world of man
Or will I digress
To follow a simple life plan.
...
Of my childhood tree
And wonder what the fruits
Of my future will be.
Will I travel the earth
And roam through the land
To see mourning and mirth
And wonders made by His hand.
Or will I stay here
At my birthplace
With my family quite near
And the common friendly face.
Will I find love’
And eventually marry?
Or will I end up alone
With no choice but to tarry.
Will I be a success
In the world of man
Or will I digress
To follow a simple life plan.
...
#love
#strength
#hope
#inspirational
#admiration
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th May 2021 2:04pm
4th May 2021 2:04pm
Sweet Dreams
Hush my child
And drift to sleep
For in fields of gold
You soon may leap.
Where the sky is blue,
There will be you.
Braiding daisy chains
By a still lagoon.
Your crown and golden hair
Will be blowing in the wind
And your worries whisked away
To where the winds begin
So rest your head my little one
For your mind holds all the keys
To open doors to endless worlds
And to rest in sugar’d peace.
And drift to sleep
For in fields of gold
You soon may leap.
Where the sky is blue,
There will be you.
Braiding daisy chains
By a still lagoon.
Your crown and golden hair
Will be blowing in the wind
And your worries whisked away
To where the winds begin
So rest your head my little one
For your mind holds all the keys
To open doors to endless worlds
And to rest in sugar’d peace.
#happiness
#nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th May 2021 1:46am
4th May 2021 1:46am
Books of Old
Musty, dusty
Yellowed and browned
Curiosity bubbles
As soon as we’re found.
Some covers hang
Like doors that are broken,
Others are tossed away
Their titles unspoken.
We don’t choose our fate
Of treasure or trash.
Please don’t choose too quickly,
We’ll think you to be rash.
One large troupe, together we are,
With stories ranging far and wide.
Some times we’re lost amid the dust,
We truly do not wish to hide.
Together we are, the books of old
Amid the dust you’ll find us
Inside...
Yellowed and browned
Curiosity bubbles
As soon as we’re found.
Some covers hang
Like doors that are broken,
Others are tossed away
Their titles unspoken.
We don’t choose our fate
Of treasure or trash.
Please don’t choose too quickly,
We’ll think you to be rash.
One large troupe, together we are,
With stories ranging far and wide.
Some times we’re lost amid the dust,
We truly do not wish to hide.
Together we are, the books of old
Amid the dust you’ll find us
Inside...
#admiration
#emotions
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th May 2021 1:35am
4th May 2021 1:35am
I Wish Against The Tides
I want to hold your hand
As we walk down the lane
It would be so grand
If we kissed in the rain.
Let's go see a moving picture
And escape life’s monotony.
Escape through a fissure
We’ve made with each other’s company.
We could go to the park
And play hide-and-seek.
And before it gets dark,
We’ll watch the sun hide its cheek.
We could go for a drive
To no specific destination
Talk over things we contrive
Enjoying pleasant conversation(s).
I could ramble for hours on the things we could do, ...
As we walk down the lane
It would be so grand
If we kissed in the rain.
Let's go see a moving picture
And escape life’s monotony.
Escape through a fissure
We’ve made with each other’s company.
We could go to the park
And play hide-and-seek.
And before it gets dark,
We’ll watch the sun hide its cheek.
We could go for a drive
To no specific destination
Talk over things we contrive
Enjoying pleasant conversation(s).
I could ramble for hours on the things we could do, ...
#sadness
#love
#heartbroken #pandemic
#heartbroken #pandemic
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Oct 2019 5:12pm
21st Oct 2019 5:12pm
From Spring to Fall
From Spring to Fall
(free lance poem)
As I observe the seasons pass
and blossom as I grow old.
I have come to see the world as more than a mass,
an orb with countless mysteries untold.
The world goes around in a graceful swing,
and the sun breaks the horizon another day.
The sparrow wakes and begins to sing
the heartfelt song of early May.
I think about the seasons' passing
and have come to conclude,
That spring is like an inhalation
and the fall is like an exhalation.
the spring...
(free lance poem)
As I observe the seasons pass
and blossom as I grow old.
I have come to see the world as more than a mass,
an orb with countless mysteries untold.
The world goes around in a graceful swing,
and the sun breaks the horizon another day.
The sparrow wakes and begins to sing
the heartfelt song of early May.
I think about the seasons' passing
and have come to conclude,
That spring is like an inhalation
and the fall is like an exhalation.
the spring...
#happiness
#hope
#motivational
#nature
#admiration
487 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2019 3:23pm
23rd Sep 2019 3:23pm
Blackbird Flight
Black Bird, black Bird,
Sitting on the sill
what is your purpose here?
Do tell me if you will.
I myself, am but girl
with future like a butterfly
that's waiting to unfurl its wings
and fly into the crystal sky.
Black bird, black bird,
lucky as you are
Given obsidian wings of flight
to carry you here or someplace far.
Oh, what would i give
for wings such as those
that could carry me places
of which no one knows.
But I am just a girl, you see
with scars beyond repair ...
Sitting on the sill
what is your purpose here?
Do tell me if you will.
I myself, am but girl
with future like a butterfly
that's waiting to unfurl its wings
and fly into the crystal sky.
Black bird, black bird,
lucky as you are
Given obsidian wings of flight
to carry you here or someplace far.
Oh, what would i give
for wings such as those
that could carry me places
of which no one knows.
But I am just a girl, you see
with scars beyond repair ...
#SelfReflection
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