Submissions by Poeatree
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Oct 2014 1:18pm
28th Oct 2014 1:18pm
Piece of paper
I seldom write poems
of lovers
For it seems as if the paper
will always outlast them
Here's to the one that outlasts
Their piece of paper.
of lovers
For it seems as if the paper
will always outlast them
Here's to the one that outlasts
Their piece of paper.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2014 11:01am
7th Aug 2014 11:01am
Late night poem
Looking back
Things I’ve felt (feel) changed so fast
Nothing ever seems to slow
Days go by, weeks go by
Faces go by, lives go by(e)
Wishing things were simple
Knowing things are better
Where will I be tomorrow?
I wish I knew.
Things I’ve felt (feel) changed so fast
Nothing ever seems to slow
Days go by, weeks go by
Faces go by, lives go by(e)
Wishing things were simple
Knowing things are better
Where will I be tomorrow?
I wish I knew.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 8:30am
19th Jun 2014 8:30am
Short Story.
And most nights I found
Myself running my fingers on my lips
Just to remember what skin felt like
against them.
Myself running my fingers on my lips
Just to remember what skin felt like
against them.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2014 7:05am
14th Jun 2014 7:05am
Bliss
Ignorance is bliss
or so
they say
Until ignorance drives
them to tears
at 3 am
wondering where love has gone
Ignorance is bliss
as a teenager
wondering if mom would
swallow too many pills
and never hug you again
Ignorance is bliss
until you find that
words and actions
are as separate as
how I feel for you and
how you feel for me
Ignorance is bliss.
or so
they say
Until ignorance drives
them to tears
at 3 am
wondering where love has gone
Ignorance is bliss
as a teenager
wondering if mom would
swallow too many pills
and never hug you again
Ignorance is bliss
until you find that
words and actions
are as separate as
how I feel for you and
how you feel for me
Ignorance is bliss.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2014 4:21pm
1st May 2014 4:21pm
Neon Lights
I've always lived
Life
looking for the
Exit sign
Everywhere I was
I tried to escape
Most of my time
was spent
trying to dodge misery
Like rain drops
The faster I ran
the more it
appeared
So now
I just stand still
and realize there's no
Exit sign.
Life
looking for the
Exit sign
Everywhere I was
I tried to escape
Most of my time
was spent
trying to dodge misery
Like rain drops
The faster I ran
the more it
appeared
So now
I just stand still
and realize there's no
Exit sign.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2014 6:17am
21st Jan 2014 6:17am
Words
Things I’ve always
wanted to say
but never did
grasping for
some last words
something that will haunt you
but bring my sad soul peace
for now I wander
always searching
for my last words
not that your ears
would listen
not that my voice
would be strong
just last words
to let you know
the heavy burden that filled
your space
in my arms
wanted to say
but never did
grasping for
some last words
something that will haunt you
but bring my sad soul peace
for now I wander
always searching
for my last words
not that your ears
would listen
not that my voice
would be strong
just last words
to let you know
the heavy burden that filled
your space
in my arms
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2014 7:44pm
12th Jan 2014 7:44pm
A funny thing.
Memory
is such a funny thing
I remember when
eyes half glazed
poisoned to the brim
we sat there
and you spoke to me
like none other
I remember your words
as clear as that night
I remember seeing your face
words sounding like
sweet melodies
from your mouth
of you and me
but I can’t seem to recall
your smell
or the feel of your skin
for you see
memory is a funny thing
and that’s all you are now
a memory.
is such a funny thing
I remember when
eyes half glazed
poisoned to the brim
we sat there
and you spoke to me
like none other
I remember your words
as clear as that night
I remember seeing your face
words sounding like
sweet melodies
from your mouth
of you and me
but I can’t seem to recall
your smell
or the feel of your skin
for you see
memory is a funny thing
and that’s all you are now
a memory.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 3:01am
8th Jan 2014 3:01am
The Wall
This wall isn’t made
from brick or mortar
It’s sealed with 3 am loneliness
it’s bricks are
the wanting to be needed
and it’s foundation
the need to be wanted
This wall keeps
the citizens of emotion trapped behind
like fiefs to a castle
and keeps all
who ride their horses of love
to it’s big ugly gate
at bay
from brick or mortar
It’s sealed with 3 am loneliness
it’s bricks are
the wanting to be needed
and it’s foundation
the need to be wanted
This wall keeps
the citizens of emotion trapped behind
like fiefs to a castle
and keeps all
who ride their horses of love
to it’s big ugly gate
at bay
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2014 2:36am
2nd Jan 2014 2:36am
Roads
I feel deep sadness
For the roads we all forgot
For as we were used to
Traveling on them
To lovers we’ve now forgotten
They made lovers of our presence
They saw who we really are
Alone in our cars
And they will always be there
Should we return
And yet we’ve forgotten them
For the roads we all forgot
For as we were used to
Traveling on them
To lovers we’ve now forgotten
They made lovers of our presence
They saw who we really are
Alone in our cars
And they will always be there
Should we return
And yet we’ve forgotten them
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Dec 2013 9:11pm
28th Dec 2013 9:11pm
Mirrors
I never attained
my own worth
through the lips and eyes of those around
but when days and months seem like years
and peoples eyes begin to feel like mirrors
the mirror you look into at 2 am
wondering why
your luck was stacked against you
from the day you were born
my own worth
through the lips and eyes of those around
but when days and months seem like years
and peoples eyes begin to feel like mirrors
the mirror you look into at 2 am
wondering why
your luck was stacked against you
from the day you were born
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Dec 2013 9:10pm
28th Dec 2013 9:10pm
Matterless
In the days of my youth
We learned that all things
big, small
contained matter
so I wondered
why for days
months
years
I
have felt
matterless
We learned that all things
big, small
contained matter
so I wondered
why for days
months
years
I
have felt
matterless
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