Submissions by Pinkrayven518
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is PinkRayven and I live by the words of Hemingway: "It's easy to write...Just sit at the typewriter and bleed."
DARK POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 3:34pm
30th Sep 2015 3:34pm
Dark Rider
The moon shone bright o’re the barren land.
The wind through the trees like Death’s cold hand.
Galloping hoof beats sound through the night,
but, my friend, there is not a horse in sight.
Echoing loudly down cobblestone streets,
Hide now, dear children, lest Death you will meet.
Run to your houses and climb ‘neath your beds!
Hallow’s Eve is for pagans that worship the dead!
Put a mark on the door, leave a gift on the ledge,
and make sure that your soul, to the Lord, you must pledge.
Who is it that rides on the dark, wind’s cold breath? ...
The wind through the trees like Death’s cold hand.
Galloping hoof beats sound through the night,
but, my friend, there is not a horse in sight.
Echoing loudly down cobblestone streets,
Hide now, dear children, lest Death you will meet.
Run to your houses and climb ‘neath your beds!
Hallow’s Eve is for pagans that worship the dead!
Put a mark on the door, leave a gift on the ledge,
and make sure that your soul, to the Lord, you must pledge.
Who is it that rides on the dark, wind’s cold breath? ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Sep 2015 9:18pm
29th Sep 2015 9:18pm
Mindsnap
I stand ant hill small
beneath the shattered American dream,
while schemes of mad men fill their pockets,
(with my soul.)
Endless coffee shops and sidewalk satire,
I stand guarded against lidded, lying eyes,
obvious intentions, sugar coated smiles.
(You could at least pretend.)
A portrait in prose, single tear obliterating happiness.
Mind left behind in shackled sadness, sleep is never.
Bending backward, breaking, mind snap.
(Or was that yesterday?)
Fear swims shark circles, stalking tomorrow’s promise of
happiness. Wishing...
beneath the shattered American dream,
while schemes of mad men fill their pockets,
(with my soul.)
Endless coffee shops and sidewalk satire,
I stand guarded against lidded, lying eyes,
obvious intentions, sugar coated smiles.
(You could at least pretend.)
A portrait in prose, single tear obliterating happiness.
Mind left behind in shackled sadness, sleep is never.
Bending backward, breaking, mind snap.
(Or was that yesterday?)
Fear swims shark circles, stalking tomorrow’s promise of
happiness. Wishing...
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Feb 2015 4:48pm
24th Feb 2015 4:48pm
The Fairy Kiss
Deep within the haunted wood, beside the magic brook,
far away from harm or hurt, where humans never look.
A meeting, there, was being held, for something was amiss.
For someone had, indeed, crept in and stole a fairy kiss.
The one so bold to do this deed, stole power from the fae.
She couldn’t lift or move her wings, she couldn’t fly away.
The water nymphs and woodland elves were gathered round the fae.
The selkie and siren sat with pixies in the glade.
The unicorns, were also there, for they had heard it too.
The whole Enchanted...
far away from harm or hurt, where humans never look.
A meeting, there, was being held, for something was amiss.
For someone had, indeed, crept in and stole a fairy kiss.
The one so bold to do this deed, stole power from the fae.
She couldn’t lift or move her wings, she couldn’t fly away.
The water nymphs and woodland elves were gathered round the fae.
The selkie and siren sat with pixies in the glade.
The unicorns, were also there, for they had heard it too.
The whole Enchanted...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 3:01pm
21st Feb 2015 3:01pm
Delicate
As she grows, a spirit wild.
The beauty of an untamed child.
A heart betrayed,
restrained,
beguiled.
The beauty meets the beast.
Untethered, still, her own free will.
Orphaned to the winter’s chill.
See through,
silk tears,
careful is her capture.
The mask in place. Her mind, her space.
Trades in her heart,
her thoughts, replaced.
Faux smiling,
Expression imprisoned.
Enduring wind blown offerings,
as delicate as angel’s wings....
The beauty of an untamed child.
A heart betrayed,
restrained,
beguiled.
The beauty meets the beast.
Untethered, still, her own free will.
Orphaned to the winter’s chill.
See through,
silk tears,
careful is her capture.
The mask in place. Her mind, her space.
Trades in her heart,
her thoughts, replaced.
Faux smiling,
Expression imprisoned.
Enduring wind blown offerings,
as delicate as angel’s wings....
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