Submissions by Poetic_Quill (Mister Write)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing for years. I have no technical training but 3 cheers for spellcheck. I wrote for a newspaper a long time ago but that is about as professional as it gets.
Laughter
between the stars where darkness runs
hidden beneath slivers of the moonlight
hotter than the light of a thousand suns
exist colourful little ribbons called delight
tie them in a knot or tie them in a bow
suture closed a scar with some stitches
share a kiss and bask in the afterglow
only to giggle like some silly little bitches
a ball bounces in such a peculiar fashion
and then rolls up to the edge of insanity
empty eyes stare from faces that are ashen
masks devoid of any trace of humanity ...
hidden beneath slivers of the moonlight
hotter than the light of a thousand suns
exist colourful little ribbons called delight
tie them in a knot or tie them in a bow
suture closed a scar with some stitches
share a kiss and bask in the afterglow
only to giggle like some silly little bitches
a ball bounces in such a peculiar fashion
and then rolls up to the edge of insanity
empty eyes stare from faces that are ashen
masks devoid of any trace of humanity ...
#funny
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Douchebaggery
I always thought you were a special kind of prick, especially when you decide to bite before you lick.
Bad mouthing me to all of our friends, you’ve kept me down so long coming up is giving me the bends.
Talked to your ex the other day, said you send him roses by the dozens but is still okay with you being cousins.
I hear you say I should kill myself, I’d climb your ego for the view then hurl myself down to your IQ.
You call me a douchebag but that’s just another of your verbal twists because in reality no truth in you exists.
Bad mouthing me to all of our friends, you’ve kept me down so long coming up is giving me the bends.
Talked to your ex the other day, said you send him roses by the dozens but is still okay with you being cousins.
I hear you say I should kill myself, I’d climb your ego for the view then hurl myself down to your IQ.
You call me a douchebag but that’s just another of your verbal twists because in reality no truth in you exists.
#funny
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When God Weeps
I stand in the dream of a dew washed morning
as the past fades like a passing shadow. Once
there was a dance with the mistress of deception.
A time when we were intimate lovers. Passionate.
But now the spell of my mortality is broken.
As the last vestiges of a strange moon wanes,
fear and doubt lay dying...writhing like dragon tails.
Come close to the centre of everything where
I see a new kind of freedom. Dive into the river
to be swept away by the deep current of change.
I am born again from the womb of the universe
and...
as the past fades like a passing shadow. Once
there was a dance with the mistress of deception.
A time when we were intimate lovers. Passionate.
But now the spell of my mortality is broken.
As the last vestiges of a strange moon wanes,
fear and doubt lay dying...writhing like dragon tails.
Come close to the centre of everything where
I see a new kind of freedom. Dive into the river
to be swept away by the deep current of change.
I am born again from the womb of the universe
and...
#motivational
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The
dreams are full of colours bled
among little clouds up in the sky
kissed by tears you haven’t shed
I wonder about the reason why
snow capped peaks now in melt
the stars drift on moonlit waves
spring kissed by what I have felt
summer shadows on empty graves
people walk alone in their silence
kids no longer laugh and play
the pacifist watches the violence
the sun won’t shine on the day
the world moves in the universe
fingers crawl on the spider’s web
could there be anything worse?
love is lost to...
among little clouds up in the sky
kissed by tears you haven’t shed
I wonder about the reason why
snow capped peaks now in melt
the stars drift on moonlit waves
spring kissed by what I have felt
summer shadows on empty graves
people walk alone in their silence
kids no longer laugh and play
the pacifist watches the violence
the sun won’t shine on the day
the world moves in the universe
fingers crawl on the spider’s web
could there be anything worse?
love is lost to...
#dreams
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Discordant
In the dreaming season here
my doubt does not become me
the clouds have been adrift for days
does the sun and moon cheer yet?
hear the sweet blue waves cry
like the whisper of distant thunder
dull acres of a dry cracked land
something doesn’t seem quite right
quench me with words of wisdom
may they crash on this distant shore
used to fill this now hollow abode
I have closed my eyes to the world
a planted seed in my wheat field
tell me what will it grow to be?
I await the solitary one to...
my doubt does not become me
the clouds have been adrift for days
does the sun and moon cheer yet?
hear the sweet blue waves cry
like the whisper of distant thunder
dull acres of a dry cracked land
something doesn’t seem quite right
quench me with words of wisdom
may they crash on this distant shore
used to fill this now hollow abode
I have closed my eyes to the world
a planted seed in my wheat field
tell me what will it grow to be?
I await the solitary one to...
#honesty
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Amy Of The Skies
her dawn seeps across a veiled morning
gleaming jewels are those green eyes
molten passion ablaze with the sun rising
a breath of life is Amy of the skies
a single ray of sunshine highlights her smile
holding her hand makes contentment rise
no need to ask if I would like to stay awhile
embrace her soul, Amy of the skies
secrets are unraveled in a cosmic dance
her honesty and truth comes as no surprise
bright and pure love is not happenstance
a fresh spirit wind, Amy of the skies
the fading stars magnify her...
gleaming jewels are those green eyes
molten passion ablaze with the sun rising
a breath of life is Amy of the skies
a single ray of sunshine highlights her smile
holding her hand makes contentment rise
no need to ask if I would like to stay awhile
embrace her soul, Amy of the skies
secrets are unraveled in a cosmic dance
her honesty and truth comes as no surprise
bright and pure love is not happenstance
a fresh spirit wind, Amy of the skies
the fading stars magnify her...
#respect
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Arid
you’re picture perfect with eyes as big as raindrops
that profess the secrets of your heart and soul
the gentle curves of your peaked mountains
of sculpted graceful dunes and endless golden sands
an oasis risen in the scorching heat of the sun
where incarnate dreams flow into lush, peaceful fields
a spirit that shimmers as white as the Antarctic ice
I would bring rain to your season of dust
plant kisses that engender the release of your liquid murmur
and bring whispers of the roar before...
that profess the secrets of your heart and soul
the gentle curves of your peaked mountains
of sculpted graceful dunes and endless golden sands
an oasis risen in the scorching heat of the sun
where incarnate dreams flow into lush, peaceful fields
a spirit that shimmers as white as the Antarctic ice
I would bring rain to your season of dust
plant kisses that engender the release of your liquid murmur
and bring whispers of the roar before...
#lover
#sensual
#passion
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Taste (Haiku)
mouths come together
taste yourself as we embrace
our tongues intertwined
taste yourself as we embrace
our tongues intertwined
#erotic
#lover
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Aos Si
Alfheim Queen rapture
nebulous aural frame
enigmatic carriage posture
ethereal elven flame
runic rhyme circlet
subtle chassis tattoo
flickering sparkle circuit
intensity does imbrue
nebulous aural frame
enigmatic carriage posture
ethereal elven flame
runic rhyme circlet
subtle chassis tattoo
flickering sparkle circuit
intensity does imbrue
#humankind
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Monoceros
glittering empyrean ballet
Fluidic prism tress
kinetic cosmic array
horizon in fluoresce
sleek plated visage
bold cadence rhythmic
enduring phrenic image
galactic narrative mythic
Fluidic prism tress
kinetic cosmic array
horizon in fluoresce
sleek plated visage
bold cadence rhythmic
enduring phrenic image
galactic narrative mythic
#love
#unicorns
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Sky Prism
Pastel curtains hung in the midnight hour
are brushed by the drops as Elysium’s
palette weeps. Pale moonlight prisms through
the night sky and is set on the most perfect canvas.
Rhiannon wears her vale and it shimmers
as she dances in celebration of the night.
Her rhythmic promenade spins through the
universe and courts the gleaming stars.
Love exists in the balance, strung somewhere
between where heaven meets the earth.
Storied ballads, rhymed in verses sung by
sinners and saints, reverberate in the silence.
...
are brushed by the drops as Elysium’s
palette weeps. Pale moonlight prisms through
the night sky and is set on the most perfect canvas.
Rhiannon wears her vale and it shimmers
as she dances in celebration of the night.
Her rhythmic promenade spins through the
universe and courts the gleaming stars.
Love exists in the balance, strung somewhere
between where heaven meets the earth.
Storied ballads, rhymed in verses sung by
sinners and saints, reverberate in the silence.
...
#beauty
#universe
#stars
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Weeping Beauty
ice dragons fly through the sky
fiery breath kissed with cold
those caught in their path surely die
destruction from the days of old
the garden queen sits frozen in time
head bowed low under a layer of frost
beauty and colour was her only crime
her sentence was the ultimate cost
still adorned in bright rose petal form
frozen tears of dew speak of anguish
yet silent deep seated roots remain warm
even though she continues to languish
legend says one day she will be free
the dragons will die and the ice will fade...
fiery breath kissed with cold
those caught in their path surely die
destruction from the days of old
the garden queen sits frozen in time
head bowed low under a layer of frost
beauty and colour was her only crime
her sentence was the ultimate cost
still adorned in bright rose petal form
frozen tears of dew speak of anguish
yet silent deep seated roots remain warm
even though she continues to languish
legend says one day she will be free
the dragons will die and the ice will fade...
#love
#dreams
#spring
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