Submissions by PhilipWardlow (Ravenprince)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I want to show aspects of myself and observations of others and life that I hope entertains you whether sexually,intellectually,or artistically
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 00:26am
30th Apr 2012 00:26am
The Me you See
The me you see, is just a pale umbra of whom I’m supposed to be.
I’m just a toad at the wall who can’t make the jump up,
I try and I try and I just bounce off.
It’s a cliff so sheer and high that it’s a trick to defy the eye.
But what I really don’t know is that I’m just a toad in the road
and it’s just a small curb on a street I’ve come up against.
I tell myself one more jump…kerplunk!
My little toad head hurts like hell from all the bashing
against the wall it’s felt.
If I can just find a crack and crawl in and wind my way up.
...
I’m just a toad at the wall who can’t make the jump up,
I try and I try and I just bounce off.
It’s a cliff so sheer and high that it’s a trick to defy the eye.
But what I really don’t know is that I’m just a toad in the road
and it’s just a small curb on a street I’ve come up against.
I tell myself one more jump…kerplunk!
My little toad head hurts like hell from all the bashing
against the wall it’s felt.
If I can just find a crack and crawl in and wind my way up.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 4:17pm
29th Apr 2012 4:17pm
Thieve's Heart
They sneak up on you.
They smile, they laugh, they
stare at you with eyes so deep you get lost
for a moment with just an innocent glance.
They steal your heart and
your left defenseless as they
pick your many pockets.
Am I the only one that sees them
for what they truly are?
Thieves.
When they first approach they’re
hidden sincerity disarms you and
reveals their true nature.
You can’t help but hand over everything that you
have, anything they want you give so no one
gets hurt.
Put it all in the...
They smile, they laugh, they
stare at you with eyes so deep you get lost
for a moment with just an innocent glance.
They steal your heart and
your left defenseless as they
pick your many pockets.
Am I the only one that sees them
for what they truly are?
Thieves.
When they first approach they’re
hidden sincerity disarms you and
reveals their true nature.
You can’t help but hand over everything that you
have, anything they want you give so no one
gets hurt.
Put it all in the...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th Apr 2012 3:59pm
29th Apr 2012 3:59pm
Letting Go
I’m gonna let go, but I don’t know where I’m gonna fall to?” asked the dirty faced little boy who hung limply from a clothesline in the pitch blackness over a deserted alley some four stories high.
“That’s right Michael” said the other much older boy who hung out the window with one hand in a tight knuckled grip on the window sill and the other on the clothesline from which Michael hung. “You gotta drop straight down and let us see what you’re made of. We’ve all had to do it, you won’t be the first,” the boy said in a matter fact tone.
Michael looked up from where...
“That’s right Michael” said the other much older boy who hung out the window with one hand in a tight knuckled grip on the window sill and the other on the clothesline from which Michael hung. “You gotta drop straight down and let us see what you’re made of. We’ve all had to do it, you won’t be the first,” the boy said in a matter fact tone.
Michael looked up from where...
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 6:28pm
28th Apr 2012 6:28pm
The Crow Waits
I see it on high sitting in a tree, a Crow
amongst the sparse fall leaves that yet
hang to the branches, even though winter
fast approaches, no one told them it seems
that they are dead and should already be on
their way.
The crow with its pitted black eyes knows
me it seems, for it calls my name across
the wind while I languish on the ground in
my own blood which spills from my body and
forms around me like a macabre picture frame.
Funny thing, how the crow knows my
name, a simple carrion bird waiting for this
warrior’s death so...
amongst the sparse fall leaves that yet
hang to the branches, even though winter
fast approaches, no one told them it seems
that they are dead and should already be on
their way.
The crow with its pitted black eyes knows
me it seems, for it calls my name across
the wind while I languish on the ground in
my own blood which spills from my body and
forms around me like a macabre picture frame.
Funny thing, how the crow knows my
name, a simple carrion bird waiting for this
warrior’s death so...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 6:12pm
28th Apr 2012 6:12pm
Little Time
Stop, please cease and desist.
Don’t fatigue me with humor
from an encrypted list
That only you have the key to
and do not wish to share
as you give me yet another vacant stare.
Egotism seems to be your religion,
a character flaw so ingrained into you
that it’s exclusive to everything you do.
Vindictiveness is your fallback,
a solitary friend who knows you well
as you sit there alone in your man made cell.
Even if you were to apologize
for your misbegotten callous deeds,
your lack of sincerity would be ill received....
Don’t fatigue me with humor
from an encrypted list
That only you have the key to
and do not wish to share
as you give me yet another vacant stare.
Egotism seems to be your religion,
a character flaw so ingrained into you
that it’s exclusive to everything you do.
Vindictiveness is your fallback,
a solitary friend who knows you well
as you sit there alone in your man made cell.
Even if you were to apologize
for your misbegotten callous deeds,
your lack of sincerity would be ill received....
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 3:04am
28th Apr 2012 3:04am
THis Lonely Shore
She beckons to me
out of the ocean’s blue;
a siren’s call which
wafts on waves to my
ear as I slumber in my bed.
I find my feet buried in wet sand
up to my ankles as I stand at
the shore looking outward at the
dark horizon.
Not asleep, yet not awake.
Waiting…My mind in twilight
She calls to me every night
and comes to kiss me at the shore.
I can feel her ardor rise with
mine as we embrace and there is
no other time or place but this
small space on this lonely shore.
Why does she call me every night?...
out of the ocean’s blue;
a siren’s call which
wafts on waves to my
ear as I slumber in my bed.
I find my feet buried in wet sand
up to my ankles as I stand at
the shore looking outward at the
dark horizon.
Not asleep, yet not awake.
Waiting…My mind in twilight
She calls to me every night
and comes to kiss me at the shore.
I can feel her ardor rise with
mine as we embrace and there is
no other time or place but this
small space on this lonely shore.
Why does she call me every night?...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 2:58am
28th Apr 2012 2:58am
Hiddin Within
He watches her. She watches him.
The dog , he watches nothing.
There eyes can’t hide what lies beneath
A tilt of the head, a downcast look tells
Me all I need to know about their inner
Lives.
They hate. They love. They lust. They laugh at
Life
Is there sadness behind that smile they
Give.
Some hide from each other.
Some hide from themselves.
Some hide because they can.
I wish I could see all the dreams buried
Deep within their heads.
Dreams which they’ve never fed.
Maybe a doctor, a lawyer, or...
The dog , he watches nothing.
There eyes can’t hide what lies beneath
A tilt of the head, a downcast look tells
Me all I need to know about their inner
Lives.
They hate. They love. They lust. They laugh at
Life
Is there sadness behind that smile they
Give.
Some hide from each other.
Some hide from themselves.
Some hide because they can.
I wish I could see all the dreams buried
Deep within their heads.
Dreams which they’ve never fed.
Maybe a doctor, a lawyer, or...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Apr 2012 1:21am
27th Apr 2012 1:21am
Zombie
If Zombies could talk they would
probably sound just like you.
You’re just a walking stick of bones
with a speech impediment.
Dull and lifeless,
it seems you don't have a clue.
You shamble around in a daze,
seemingly half crazed, while spittle
forms around you in a pool.
Your brain must be brimming with
maggots all the way to the core.
Hey, your ears are bleeding profusely,
and here I thought I was just being ignored.
Wait here, I've got something for you that might
clear that up.....
Steady, Steady, don't move,...
probably sound just like you.
You’re just a walking stick of bones
with a speech impediment.
Dull and lifeless,
it seems you don't have a clue.
You shamble around in a daze,
seemingly half crazed, while spittle
forms around you in a pool.
Your brain must be brimming with
maggots all the way to the core.
Hey, your ears are bleeding profusely,
and here I thought I was just being ignored.
Wait here, I've got something for you that might
clear that up.....
Steady, Steady, don't move,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Apr 2012 1:18am
27th Apr 2012 1:18am
Haikus of Desire
This Dance
Music plays softly
Your hips held in my strong hands
Wet lips part to kiss.
Your eyes
Your eyes undress me
Pupils dilate and drink me in
I will have you soon.
Layers
Clothes are in the way
I need to see beneath them
Skin, curves and wetness
That Body
Your ass is a prize
Breasts need no introduction
Let me slip inside.
Music plays softly
Your hips held in my strong hands
Wet lips part to kiss.
Your eyes
Your eyes undress me
Pupils dilate and drink me in
I will have you soon.
Layers
Clothes are in the way
I need to see beneath them
Skin, curves and wetness
That Body
Your ass is a prize
Breasts need no introduction
Let me slip inside.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2012 00:37am
26th Apr 2012 00:37am
At my Side
I carry this sword at my side.
It shines bright in the morning light
it reflects.
I have made it so,
for ne’er will you see it pitted or dull
while it lays in my hands.
Ne’er will you not see the blade as
keen of edge as when it was first cast
that fateful day from the folded metal within.
I count it a true companion for you will
ever see it at my side.
More faithful than the rest ever have been
from days forever gone and treacherous roads long
ago tread.
Ours is a pact forged of conflict,
Where we have both...
It shines bright in the morning light
it reflects.
I have made it so,
for ne’er will you see it pitted or dull
while it lays in my hands.
Ne’er will you not see the blade as
keen of edge as when it was first cast
that fateful day from the folded metal within.
I count it a true companion for you will
ever see it at my side.
More faithful than the rest ever have been
from days forever gone and treacherous roads long
ago tread.
Ours is a pact forged of conflict,
Where we have both...
649 reads
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