Submissions by PeaceFlpw (Peace Flow)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"broken" "poet"
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jul 2017 12:20pm
15th Jul 2017 12:20pm
N/A
if love were phone minutes;
we'd be more way out of, than in it;
so many devices; very less time;
born for a connection beyond a wifi;
I feel your emotions as if,
they were mine more or less;
I wish we could push for each other,
like a pregnancy gives birth;
that's the closest thing to unconditional,
I could possibly imagine;
a one in the same, that never...
we'd be more way out of, than in it;
so many devices; very less time;
born for a connection beyond a wifi;
I feel your emotions as if,
they were mine more or less;
I wish we could push for each other,
like a pregnancy gives birth;
that's the closest thing to unconditional,
I could possibly imagine;
a one in the same, that never...
564 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jul 2017 00:28am
15th Jul 2017 00:28am
Ceiling
while sinking downward on one's back,
one becomes a "ceiling fan";
spinning, everywhere and no where;
eyes beg to close, after "being fixed" so long....
one becomes a "ceiling fan";
spinning, everywhere and no where;
eyes beg to close, after "being fixed" so long....
547 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2017 6:39am
10th Jul 2017 6:39am
rolling stones
see; when they called you yo yo;
it seemed like just some ol lingo;
so; it was anything but a string,
attached to subliminal object-tives;
strung along for an up and down
simulation;
without the string attached,
the roller coaster begins;
like a "loose end"
like a spinning "wheel of fortune",
in the scheme of things;
wouldn't one say,
"yo yo is a hobby, not me....?"...
it seemed like just some ol lingo;
so; it was anything but a string,
attached to subliminal object-tives;
strung along for an up and down
simulation;
without the string attached,
the roller coaster begins;
like a "loose end"
like a spinning "wheel of fortune",
in the scheme of things;
wouldn't one say,
"yo yo is a hobby, not me....?"...
562 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2017 4:45am
6th Jul 2017 4:45am
Meeting of the minds
one's never been much for intellectual ejaculation;
moreso crafty with resourcefulness;
though one holds great appreciation,
for how most sport the gift;
one's like the lone ranger in a wild west;
with a bullet or two preserved; wearing no vest;
one's like the sinner minus the profess;
or a hippie, with no green and less protest;
perhaps just an "average joe"
that aught to...
moreso crafty with resourcefulness;
though one holds great appreciation,
for how most sport the gift;
one's like the lone ranger in a wild west;
with a bullet or two preserved; wearing no vest;
one's like the sinner minus the profess;
or a hippie, with no green and less protest;
perhaps just an "average joe"
that aught to...
659 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2017 7:06am
5th Jul 2017 7:06am
Celebrity crush
would be grand to be seen,
as more than just an unknown fan;
your eyes perceives a view of;
innocence, friendliness,
with a pinch of many gifts;
which keeps you relevant;
the ideal girl next door, that settled down;
married to a lucky friend known from way back when;
your worth not determined by your work, ...
as more than just an unknown fan;
your eyes perceives a view of;
innocence, friendliness,
with a pinch of many gifts;
which keeps you relevant;
the ideal girl next door, that settled down;
married to a lucky friend known from way back when;
your worth not determined by your work, ...
587 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2017 1:59am
5th Jul 2017 1:59am
Sync-turary
the ball is always rolling;
one foot in front of the.... back-
pedals held the most steady;
hardly ready, yet;
through each solo step;
much to it, towards the duet;
still that sauce with spaghetti legs,
rocking to the beat of one's mind;
like a jackal on its back...
one foot in front of the.... back-
pedals held the most steady;
hardly ready, yet;
through each solo step;
much to it, towards the duet;
still that sauce with spaghetti legs,
rocking to the beat of one's mind;
like a jackal on its back...
567 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2017 8:18am
3rd Jul 2017 8:18am
Critcal Condition....
when nothing seems to fit one well,
like a diver's bad parachute;
a peaceful song may play, in the mind;
along to a twisted once upon a time;
when news are old; ground breaking is like,
just more bones under the table;
in need of a hand; no applause for a cause;
perhaps just someone who feels you with a passion, ...
like a diver's bad parachute;
a peaceful song may play, in the mind;
along to a twisted once upon a time;
when news are old; ground breaking is like,
just more bones under the table;
in need of a hand; no applause for a cause;
perhaps just someone who feels you with a passion, ...
575 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Jun 2017 10:13am
27th Jun 2017 10:13am
Mushy
fair exchange; one's ear tugs,
for her stomach rubs;
that alone is fair enough;
mushing through the wounds;
locked eyes that sees each fragment;
embracing each others' left overs;
everything is everything;
they both knew could never be enough....
for her stomach rubs;
that alone is fair enough;
mushing through the wounds;
locked eyes that sees each fragment;
embracing each others' left overs;
everything is everything;
they both knew could never be enough....
630 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Jun 2017 7:31am
26th Jun 2017 7:31am
bad reception(lonely road runner)
what if one's just a "back out",
like a disastrous dead lift?;
what if one's just a mile away,
from one less walky talky?;
lost signal; bad reception;
brought here on whos purpose?;
blown; on the way out, like short circuits;
anticipating a joy, that may never show up
to a dance that could only be dreamt to be beautiful....
...
like a disastrous dead lift?;
what if one's just a mile away,
from one less walky talky?;
lost signal; bad reception;
brought here on whos purpose?;
blown; on the way out, like short circuits;
anticipating a joy, that may never show up
to a dance that could only be dreamt to be beautiful....
...
652 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jun 2017 10:16pm
24th Jun 2017 10:16pm
a talk with... God
Never really knew how to speak to you;
always holding your image in
a subconscious blimish;
through eyes of a mortal mind; at least;
you're viewed as unfinished business;
You've been like a pop quiz with questions seemingly endless;
while on going answers rest behind counters, holding limits;
though I remember the preachers' question," could I get a witness?"
hypothetically one...
always holding your image in
a subconscious blimish;
through eyes of a mortal mind; at least;
you're viewed as unfinished business;
You've been like a pop quiz with questions seemingly endless;
while on going answers rest behind counters, holding limits;
though I remember the preachers' question," could I get a witness?"
hypothetically one...
624 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2017 11:08pm
23rd Jun 2017 11:08pm
Floating
just here;
just here;
very disrupted;
finding everyday discussion,
in a way; disgusting;
just here;
just here;
a ghost that dreads,
the living; just here;
an empty boat;
amongst a large body;
just here; I coast;
far off in a distance;
sea sick; vomiting thoughts of despair;
...
just here;
very disrupted;
finding everyday discussion,
in a way; disgusting;
just here;
just here;
a ghost that dreads,
the living; just here;
an empty boat;
amongst a large body;
just here; I coast;
far off in a distance;
sea sick; vomiting thoughts of despair;
...
555 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2017 11:23pm
20th Jun 2017 11:23pm
Human
they say energy never dies;
although the caved in body and mind does;
formulating thoughts from a collection of many;
originality one believes is nothing more,
than verses that go back and forth;
to bring an organic verse to life;
being human is truly...remarkable;
like birds chirping to the sounds of clipped wings(ex:robin williams)
gas me up to fly like a peter pan in a fairy tale land;
...
although the caved in body and mind does;
formulating thoughts from a collection of many;
originality one believes is nothing more,
than verses that go back and forth;
to bring an organic verse to life;
being human is truly...remarkable;
like birds chirping to the sounds of clipped wings(ex:robin williams)
gas me up to fly like a peter pan in a fairy tale land;
...
649 reads
1 Comment
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