Submissions by PeterAWW
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2020 4:21pm
13th Jan 2020 4:21pm
Shed Tears as Torn Petals
Love must have a way for us
In its seeming abyss.
We are a wilderness apart
Standing as stone statues
Carved by ravenous hands,
Full of lust in how they trembled,
And why do I feel you weep?
Like the rain against my windowpane,
I hear you cry along with the wind.
Your repeated sighs,
Makes me question why.
It makes me question your current state,
And how much is piled atop your plate.
Love is a statue,
And we are frozen.
Take us apart,
Oh Lord, take us apart.
Revive us,
Oh Lord, revive us, ...
In its seeming abyss.
We are a wilderness apart
Standing as stone statues
Carved by ravenous hands,
Full of lust in how they trembled,
And why do I feel you weep?
Like the rain against my windowpane,
I hear you cry along with the wind.
Your repeated sighs,
Makes me question why.
It makes me question your current state,
And how much is piled atop your plate.
Love is a statue,
And we are frozen.
Take us apart,
Oh Lord, take us apart.
Revive us,
Oh Lord, revive us, ...
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2020 4:18pm
13th Jan 2020 4:18pm
As I Sculpted the Desert over your Form
Within every bird, there is a song.
But, yours seems to be missing.
Figment of my little imagination, and I am deluded,
But, the waves crest as your breasts,
And the tides recede along your abdomen,
So I go, to place my hands like the sculptor’s way
To make sure a woman need not feel dismay.
Your song shall be saved
By my glorious appetite.
I go to make that desert, to set that dryness
Upon thy empty form.
Because, you deserve the hoarseness of a voice
Deserved, after every pain I’ve swallowed,
So you shall, too.
...
But, yours seems to be missing.
Figment of my little imagination, and I am deluded,
But, the waves crest as your breasts,
And the tides recede along your abdomen,
So I go, to place my hands like the sculptor’s way
To make sure a woman need not feel dismay.
Your song shall be saved
By my glorious appetite.
I go to make that desert, to set that dryness
Upon thy empty form.
Because, you deserve the hoarseness of a voice
Deserved, after every pain I’ve swallowed,
So you shall, too.
...
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2020 11:59pm
12th Jan 2020 11:59pm
As My Arms now Hold a Ghost
What is this
Between elongated limbs?
What is this short figure, that does no longer kiss?
It merely stares.
I carved a portrait, from dust,
And made a heart flutter, with rust,
And, with a face I’ve come to love,
Here it is, never knowing what’s above.
It peers at me
In arms as cold as its gaze.
It does not move,
But, weeps a solitary tear to its cheek.
One little detail, as that tear
Comes off as a dewdrop upon the grass blade,
Rolling away to soak away,
As I aim to chase it.
Your rain ...
Between elongated limbs?
What is this short figure, that does no longer kiss?
It merely stares.
I carved a portrait, from dust,
And made a heart flutter, with rust,
And, with a face I’ve come to love,
Here it is, never knowing what’s above.
It peers at me
In arms as cold as its gaze.
It does not move,
But, weeps a solitary tear to its cheek.
One little detail, as that tear
Comes off as a dewdrop upon the grass blade,
Rolling away to soak away,
As I aim to chase it.
Your rain ...
#love
#depression
#grief
#death
#denial
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2020 11:57pm
12th Jan 2020 11:57pm
The Tomb of your Heart
The arriving time
To see my fortune set in line,
Set upon the traveled road
Placed with the stones once cast at my limbs,
And I walk over them.
I see your searing pain, at the end of this long path
That does not twist,
For I’ve no other feeling
For this lonely world,
Where only the sigh of the wind, guides me.
There is beauty,
And here is beauty
Upon your folded gown, that I carry in naked arms.
You once wept into the fabric,
And slept, a thousand-and-one times, beneath me.
I walk towards a tomb. ...
To see my fortune set in line,
Set upon the traveled road
Placed with the stones once cast at my limbs,
And I walk over them.
I see your searing pain, at the end of this long path
That does not twist,
For I’ve no other feeling
For this lonely world,
Where only the sigh of the wind, guides me.
There is beauty,
And here is beauty
Upon your folded gown, that I carry in naked arms.
You once wept into the fabric,
And slept, a thousand-and-one times, beneath me.
I walk towards a tomb. ...
#love
#grief
#death
#travel
#hurt
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2020 2:51am
2nd Jan 2020 2:51am
When you Cried Little Sinister Tears
When you cried aloud to the deepest blue
Of my mind.
When you had noticed what is truly wrong
With my kind,
I gave you greater sight to the cruelest sea
That runs over my skin, the blood of my debris.
The blood from my skin roars fervently.
Can you see?
Can you tell
Exactly what had formed our graces, in matrimony?
Holiness is a spell, that we are not for
Under sun or moon,
That both would not be worthy enough to burn
Our horrors away.
I have faced you, in your terrible time.
I once kissed you, across...
Of my mind.
When you had noticed what is truly wrong
With my kind,
I gave you greater sight to the cruelest sea
That runs over my skin, the blood of my debris.
The blood from my skin roars fervently.
Can you see?
Can you tell
Exactly what had formed our graces, in matrimony?
Holiness is a spell, that we are not for
Under sun or moon,
That both would not be worthy enough to burn
Our horrors away.
I have faced you, in your terrible time.
I once kissed you, across...
#sadness
#love
#romantic
#emotional
#hurt
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Dec 2019 7:02pm
27th Dec 2019 7:02pm
Worth all the Tears
As life would be, thrown in my direction
With all the smallest jingles from bells against it,
And the scenario builds itself
Upon the rottenness of my withering shoulders,
For my life is a crusade,
A great race
Across this treasured desert,
Upon this harlot’s cross,
Where she’d die for the nighttime,
Where she’d die for the bedtime,
Where she’ll kiss, through a cloud above my brow.
I am grieving
A newest moment,
Where death has crawled itself, to my feet,
To my mind, to my eyes,
As tears are all there’s left to...
With all the smallest jingles from bells against it,
And the scenario builds itself
Upon the rottenness of my withering shoulders,
For my life is a crusade,
A great race
Across this treasured desert,
Upon this harlot’s cross,
Where she’d die for the nighttime,
Where she’d die for the bedtime,
Where she’ll kiss, through a cloud above my brow.
I am grieving
A newest moment,
Where death has crawled itself, to my feet,
To my mind, to my eyes,
As tears are all there’s left to...
#love
#depression
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2019 10:11pm
11th Dec 2019 10:11pm
The Part of Love that Remains
An empty home is a tragedy
To what has revealed itself, upon a day in destiny.
We are two petals over curves,
And over our memories,
Where salvation lies buried, awaiting,
The new snows to descend, upon the beautiful other.
The little face you show, revealing perplexity.
The tears you rain from two eyes, crystalline, in form.
Every piece of dread that was for a past,
Is now a part of love, that remains.
Because, I wished for something that would sway me,
Entice me,
Soothe me,
Into new heights.
I had not asked for the...
To what has revealed itself, upon a day in destiny.
We are two petals over curves,
And over our memories,
Where salvation lies buried, awaiting,
The new snows to descend, upon the beautiful other.
The little face you show, revealing perplexity.
The tears you rain from two eyes, crystalline, in form.
Every piece of dread that was for a past,
Is now a part of love, that remains.
Because, I wished for something that would sway me,
Entice me,
Soothe me,
Into new heights.
I had not asked for the...
#love
#regret
#grief
#death
#passion
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2019 10:07pm
11th Dec 2019 10:07pm
A Ruler among Lifelessness
Awakened, he was, by the final sigh,
Pleading to the wind, as a miserable goodbye.
One lucid dream, transfers to the next realm,
And whatever love was taken
In her enclosed arms,
To that Heaven, beyond,
Where life shifts and stirs about
In the frozen open.
Death has a face for two kisses,
One for either hand, shielding the cheeks
In what crystal tears declined from her streaming eyes,
For his tongue to taste their current.
Newest kisses on her facade,
A blank one,
A white one,
And a one that...
Pleading to the wind, as a miserable goodbye.
One lucid dream, transfers to the next realm,
And whatever love was taken
In her enclosed arms,
To that Heaven, beyond,
Where life shifts and stirs about
In the frozen open.
Death has a face for two kisses,
One for either hand, shielding the cheeks
In what crystal tears declined from her streaming eyes,
For his tongue to taste their current.
Newest kisses on her facade,
A blank one,
A white one,
And a one that...
#love
#regret
#grief
#death
#passion
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Dec 2019 4:57pm
9th Dec 2019 4:57pm
Your Form like the Crawling Sea
A mind made with shelves, adorned in the books
That read the past with much awareness,
And a heart that recedes with the tide
Of a bloody sea.
No fault could ever welcome itself
Into your open arms,
For you possess a form,
That outdoes even the sea with its many currents,
And many curves,
From cresting waves.
I am in love with a woman I have envisioned
To be my partner in life.
Her form, though, is a sight of great admiration,
With beauty to each mark,
And with a belly that exhales the breath to sing,
Resonating...
That read the past with much awareness,
And a heart that recedes with the tide
Of a bloody sea.
No fault could ever welcome itself
Into your open arms,
For you possess a form,
That outdoes even the sea with its many currents,
And many curves,
From cresting waves.
I am in love with a woman I have envisioned
To be my partner in life.
Her form, though, is a sight of great admiration,
With beauty to each mark,
And with a belly that exhales the breath to sing,
Resonating...
#love
#lust
#erotic
#beauty
#lover
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2019 11:17pm
5th Dec 2019 11:17pm
My Love, My Enemy
My love,
My beauty,
My once-held power.
Upon your hair, there are ornaments of ice,
While there is pain upon my mind.
There are great statues in the wilderness
For us both to see.
Their splendor has been an easy achievement,
To fill the void, of an artist,
Of one forgotten creator.
I once created, what has collapsed.
What has been called “beautiful”,
Is only now a failure.
Are you in grief, as much as I am?
The little temptations of my mind,
To return to your arms,
But only be held in your ice, ...
My beauty,
My once-held power.
Upon your hair, there are ornaments of ice,
While there is pain upon my mind.
There are great statues in the wilderness
For us both to see.
Their splendor has been an easy achievement,
To fill the void, of an artist,
Of one forgotten creator.
I once created, what has collapsed.
What has been called “beautiful”,
Is only now a failure.
Are you in grief, as much as I am?
The little temptations of my mind,
To return to your arms,
But only be held in your ice, ...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#relationships
#breakup
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2019 11:08pm
5th Dec 2019 11:08pm
The Death that Obeys our Hearts
Upon highest waters,
Where the currents match our tears,
We were once in arms, tragic and long
Like the moon with its great form,
Bleeding newness into night,
So that the sun may greet the pale
With its roaring hues.
All I feel,
Is this fiery pain,
While a grave sleeps beside me,
It had started before me,
And now slumbers, continuously.
Every gray field
Of any lonely winter,
Makes music upon my old and worn soul.
Women and their hair, like spider’s nests,
Men and their ambitions, to Hell and back, ...
Where the currents match our tears,
We were once in arms, tragic and long
Like the moon with its great form,
Bleeding newness into night,
So that the sun may greet the pale
With its roaring hues.
All I feel,
Is this fiery pain,
While a grave sleeps beside me,
It had started before me,
And now slumbers, continuously.
Every gray field
Of any lonely winter,
Makes music upon my old and worn soul.
Women and their hair, like spider’s nests,
Men and their ambitions, to Hell and back, ...
#sadness
#love
#grief
#romantic
#beauty
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2019 2:26pm
27th Nov 2019 2:26pm
A Man Lone in Love
Beauty recedes
As the ocean and its fluids
Upon stark shores,
Masking us in its amassing plenty.
I still hold your hand,
Despite my eyes upon this dark ocean.
Each recession,
Each regression,
Is like swallowing another tear.
And each wave against my feet,
Is like one drop upon my knees,
During when I am curled up against defeat.
Love should hold hands with love,
Beauty should be the fragrance of this sea.
And yet, I stand firm to believe,
With sadness upon my worn face,
That I’ve left anything noting...
As the ocean and its fluids
Upon stark shores,
Masking us in its amassing plenty.
I still hold your hand,
Despite my eyes upon this dark ocean.
Each recession,
Each regression,
Is like swallowing another tear.
And each wave against my feet,
Is like one drop upon my knees,
During when I am curled up against defeat.
Love should hold hands with love,
Beauty should be the fragrance of this sea.
And yet, I stand firm to believe,
With sadness upon my worn face,
That I’ve left anything noting...
#love
#women
#men
#romantic
#sea
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