Submissions by PenneyWyze
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am unsure if I can be labeled "poet, although I aspire to be. I would be truly honored to be among those considered poetic, but it would not have influence over my writing. I write to free myself of the pain, it is essential to my being.
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2022 8:32pm
6th Aug 2022 8:32pm
She's gone
This isn't a poem,
Only a sad reminder
The creator of these poems
Is now gone forever
She was doing so well
Avoiding her addictions
And like that she was gone
Without any predictions
Taken from us
A talent all so rare
The feeling in my heart
Nothing within compare
Words cannot describe
This feeling of loss
Not just for me
Much more than lots
Im nothing of a poet
Which her dear soul was
But I needed to try
To pay at any cost
The world has truly lost ...
Only a sad reminder
The creator of these poems
Is now gone forever
She was doing so well
Avoiding her addictions
And like that she was gone
Without any predictions
Taken from us
A talent all so rare
The feeling in my heart
Nothing within compare
Words cannot describe
This feeling of loss
Not just for me
Much more than lots
Im nothing of a poet
Which her dear soul was
But I needed to try
To pay at any cost
The world has truly lost ...
#kindness
#strength
#hope
#TimeHeals
#emotions
431 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Mar 2020 8:49am
31st Mar 2020 8:49am
Thou Shall Not Covet Thy Neighbor
Caught here, off guard. Amongst the reeds, once again.
My basket? It's of the finest weeds, my FRIEND.
Where is it pride ends, and shame takes it's commence?
I KNOW your grass is softer, just beyond your fence.
Surely, I alone, am cursed to suffer so,
And hardSHIPS? Captained (and crewed) by me, alone.
Stories....I've yet to entertain any other.
No need! I'm far worse off than you are, my BROTHER.
What do you mean? Saying that you have cried tears!
I've filled the oceans, TWICE, in all of my years.
What do you know of loss? Or of...
My basket? It's of the finest weeds, my FRIEND.
Where is it pride ends, and shame takes it's commence?
I KNOW your grass is softer, just beyond your fence.
Surely, I alone, am cursed to suffer so,
And hardSHIPS? Captained (and crewed) by me, alone.
Stories....I've yet to entertain any other.
No need! I'm far worse off than you are, my BROTHER.
What do you mean? Saying that you have cried tears!
I've filled the oceans, TWICE, in all of my years.
What do you know of loss? Or of...
#corruption
#humankind
#ignorance
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Feb 2020 11:15pm
18th Feb 2020 11:15pm
A Tale of Two Souls
Once (or twice) upon a time ago
there lived a sad, and lonely soul.
Far much worse than being alone,
forgotten, was the direction home.
It stood transfixed, full of fear.
A minute passed, or maybe a year.
Sadness overtook, such a feeling of woe.
A consumption that only seemed to grow.
Then, one day, the onset of confusion.
Had the soul been living a life of dillusion?
For, another chanced by, upon that road,
eyes wrapped in cloth, tapping a pole.
The first soul cried out,...
there lived a sad, and lonely soul.
Far much worse than being alone,
forgotten, was the direction home.
It stood transfixed, full of fear.
A minute passed, or maybe a year.
Sadness overtook, such a feeling of woe.
A consumption that only seemed to grow.
Then, one day, the onset of confusion.
Had the soul been living a life of dillusion?
For, another chanced by, upon that road,
eyes wrapped in cloth, tapping a pole.
The first soul cried out,...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#friendship
#wisdom
445 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2020 11:21pm
29th Jan 2020 11:21pm
The Ugly Truth
One valuable lesson I've learned in this life
That I wasn't taught and I never read
Is that monsters don't play only at night
And they hide underneath no one's bed
They're neither ugly nor are they hairy
They haven't got razor sharp teeth
The thing that makes them most scary
Is the fact that they look much like me
So should it ever come to pass
That you chance upon something at night
That is unable to remove its "mask"
While cowering back from the light
Do not allow yourself to run
Stand strong in the face of the beast ...
That I wasn't taught and I never read
Is that monsters don't play only at night
And they hide underneath no one's bed
They're neither ugly nor are they hairy
They haven't got razor sharp teeth
The thing that makes them most scary
Is the fact that they look much like me
So should it ever come to pass
That you chance upon something at night
That is unable to remove its "mask"
While cowering back from the light
Do not allow yourself to run
Stand strong in the face of the beast ...
#monsters
#humankind
448 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jan 2020 11:00pm
29th Jan 2020 11:00pm
The Storm
In an instant, I have lost myself
As disappointment slowly seeps in
The comfort I knew just moments ago
Is replaced with this sorrow again
No matter how often it's happened
How familiar these blues are to me
Or countless times, caught in a tailspin
The experience won't bring pain's ease
Doesn't the world ever grow tired
Of pushing my face in the dirt
In a blink, situations grow dire
Without water, I'm dying of thirst
How much more, I wonder, can I fall
I have stood up so many times
How often can someone lose it all ...
As disappointment slowly seeps in
The comfort I knew just moments ago
Is replaced with this sorrow again
No matter how often it's happened
How familiar these blues are to me
Or countless times, caught in a tailspin
The experience won't bring pain's ease
Doesn't the world ever grow tired
Of pushing my face in the dirt
In a blink, situations grow dire
Without water, I'm dying of thirst
How much more, I wonder, can I fall
I have stood up so many times
How often can someone lose it all ...
#sadness
#confusion
#FeelingLost #suffering
#FeelingLost #suffering
379 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2020 6:48am
23rd Jan 2020 6:48am
In a nutshell
Sight...
light...
delight..
fight...
insight...
...goodnight.
light...
delight..
fight...
insight...
...goodnight.
#LifeCycle
#SixWordStory
512 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2020 6:28am
23rd Jan 2020 6:28am
Preserverence
The first step is most difficult, and seems to take the most strength.
With every muscle wanting to revolt, turn quickly and run, fast away.
The second, it's said, it's much easier. Then the third, the fourth, as it goes.
Passing steps snuffing out your fears, until fear soon becomes just a ghost.
You'll find that you'll forget count, as the number of steps grows too great.
Your footsteps no longer making sound, as your feet and your shoes integrate.
Some people will walk for a thousand years. We're each on a journey, unique.
Stay the course, give no power...
With every muscle wanting to revolt, turn quickly and run, fast away.
The second, it's said, it's much easier. Then the third, the fourth, as it goes.
Passing steps snuffing out your fears, until fear soon becomes just a ghost.
You'll find that you'll forget count, as the number of steps grows too great.
Your footsteps no longer making sound, as your feet and your shoes integrate.
Some people will walk for a thousand years. We're each on a journey, unique.
Stay the course, give no power...
#strength
#courage
#morality
#wisdom
#determination
440 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2020 7:29am
15th Jan 2020 7:29am
Tomorrow ...
Today is like no other day,
for today has never been.
Today will pass, it can not stay,
and can never be again.
Can one measure the value of a minute,
or the price tag on an hour?
Will you fully throw yourself in it?
Will you give in to it's power?
Will you accept how small you are
in the grand scheme of all things?
What is it we are living for?
What is the sense of being?
For as today will surely pass,
soon so too shall we.
How does one leave a mark that lasts
on the face of...
for today has never been.
Today will pass, it can not stay,
and can never be again.
Can one measure the value of a minute,
or the price tag on an hour?
Will you fully throw yourself in it?
Will you give in to it's power?
Will you accept how small you are
in the grand scheme of all things?
What is it we are living for?
What is the sense of being?
For as today will surely pass,
soon so too shall we.
How does one leave a mark that lasts
on the face of...
#identity
#death
#acceptance #morality
#acceptance #morality
417 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2019 6:07pm
31st Dec 2019 6:07pm
Purgatory
The simplest things I've ever known
Like knowing which direction is home
Or how it feels to start the day
Without the bulk of the world in your weight
Or the magic instilled within a child
All worries would fade with only a smile
These things and so many more
From a life, so vague, I knew from before
A life where my soul did not have to bleed
A life not spent down on my knees
It was a much different version of me
One in which my spirit roamed free
The guilt and the pain that I now know
Not yet discovered by...
Like knowing which direction is home
Or how it feels to start the day
Without the bulk of the world in your weight
Or the magic instilled within a child
All worries would fade with only a smile
These things and so many more
From a life, so vague, I knew from before
A life where my soul did not have to bleed
A life not spent down on my knees
It was a much different version of me
One in which my spirit roamed free
The guilt and the pain that I now know
Not yet discovered by...
#sadness
#regret
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#suffering
484 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Dec 2019 2:05pm
4th Dec 2019 2:05pm
Poetic Purpose
Paper, so fragile, so delicate
Stronger than anyone I've met
Holding on to all my woes
As on and on and on I go
Pen so steadfast, so rigid
Attentively helping me spill my head
Ready for war, for love, for all
In precision, in chaos, the letters fall
One by one the words are slain
As they are conceived inside my brain
Given life through flowing ink
Eternally into the paper they sink
Thoughts of love, of lust, of woe
Through intricate layers, thoughts unfold
How many pens have I sacrificed
How many...
Stronger than anyone I've met
Holding on to all my woes
As on and on and on I go
Pen so steadfast, so rigid
Attentively helping me spill my head
Ready for war, for love, for all
In precision, in chaos, the letters fall
One by one the words are slain
As they are conceived inside my brain
Given life through flowing ink
Eternally into the paper they sink
Thoughts of love, of lust, of woe
Through intricate layers, thoughts unfold
How many pens have I sacrificed
How many...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#SelfReflection
441 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Oct 2019 3:29am
10th Oct 2019 3:29am
Plagued
I feel a plague of loneliness
from deep down in my soul.
It seems to want me to forget
so it can take control.
Each one of my memories
that I cherish from inside,
It hunts them down, making them bleed,
until each of them has died.
Inch by inch I feel it creeping
through all the parts of me.
Before long I will start believing
the lies that it's conceived.
Day by day, I feel it growing.
Who I once was begins to blur.
All the while my consciousness knowing
there's little hope for a cure.
I guess I will just...
from deep down in my soul.
It seems to want me to forget
so it can take control.
Each one of my memories
that I cherish from inside,
It hunts them down, making them bleed,
until each of them has died.
Inch by inch I feel it creeping
through all the parts of me.
Before long I will start believing
the lies that it's conceived.
Day by day, I feel it growing.
Who I once was begins to blur.
All the while my consciousness knowing
there's little hope for a cure.
I guess I will just...
#loneliness
#despair
#FeelingLost
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
568 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Oct 2019 3:21am
10th Oct 2019 3:21am
Treading Waters
Swimming in a sea of pain
Doing laps inside a brain
Corrupted by a loneliness
A soul has ever-long repressed
Every time I push through a wave
I consider that in which I gave
To a life of yesterday
With ghosts that linger as they prey
Upon the essence of my soul
Making it impossible to be whole
Here I float, in this abyss
Feeling the cold of the water’s caress
Alone and tossed upon this sea
A fucked up broken entity
Doing laps inside a brain
Corrupted by a loneliness
A soul has ever-long repressed
Every time I push through a wave
I consider that in which I gave
To a life of yesterday
With ghosts that linger as they prey
Upon the essence of my soul
Making it impossible to be whole
Here I float, in this abyss
Feeling the cold of the water’s caress
Alone and tossed upon this sea
A fucked up broken entity
#sadness
#loneliness
#despair
#suffering
#emptiness
435 reads
5 Comments
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