Submissions by PoetryPicasso
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poetry when I was 14, a way to express all of my feelings when I had no one else to talk to
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2017 2:09am
12th Mar 2017 2:09am
What middle can be found
To think without thought
to speak
without words
A marvel to be held
as you close your eyes
to the truth
A spoken phrase slashes
a written word burns
A well spoken person
Who never truly learns
Open and closing
the world becomes small
destroying the foundations
that hold up
us all
Victory and failure
the beginning and the end
The dismay that your feelings
were never your true friend
Alone and sorry
Darkness with no light
No great social struggle
no...
to speak
without words
A marvel to be held
as you close your eyes
to the truth
A spoken phrase slashes
a written word burns
A well spoken person
Who never truly learns
Open and closing
the world becomes small
destroying the foundations
that hold up
us all
Victory and failure
the beginning and the end
The dismay that your feelings
were never your true friend
Alone and sorry
Darkness with no light
No great social struggle
no...
460 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2017 3:42am
13th Feb 2017 3:42am
Untitled
The thumping grows louder
more defined in it's rhythms
The pulse rising and falling
fear the catalyst of excitement
With eyes glistening with desire
with a mouth foaming with hunger
The beast sets its sights once again
Within yourself
coiling
waiting
It hides in the dark corners your mind never sees
tricking you into a false sense of security
A word
an action
One moment that defines them all
A slip
the clang of its cage as it is released
upon the world
and upon you
How do...
more defined in it's rhythms
The pulse rising and falling
fear the catalyst of excitement
With eyes glistening with desire
with a mouth foaming with hunger
The beast sets its sights once again
Within yourself
coiling
waiting
It hides in the dark corners your mind never sees
tricking you into a false sense of security
A word
an action
One moment that defines them all
A slip
the clang of its cage as it is released
upon the world
and upon you
How do...
421 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2016 11:24pm
15th Nov 2016 11:24pm
Untitled
An echo is heard through the crowd
as the teleprompter comes on
The "truth" waiting to be shouted by the masses
scrolls across the screen
With dead eyes forward
the group repeats the words they see
Chanting in unison
With each passing phrase their false outrage
overshadows all other sounds
Stomping of feet
as they march forward
Regurgitating the same flat phrases
What progressive changes they seek
So peaceful in their violence
Well read and educated in the words they speak
Can they see their strings I...
as the teleprompter comes on
The "truth" waiting to be shouted by the masses
scrolls across the screen
With dead eyes forward
the group repeats the words they see
Chanting in unison
With each passing phrase their false outrage
overshadows all other sounds
Stomping of feet
as they march forward
Regurgitating the same flat phrases
What progressive changes they seek
So peaceful in their violence
Well read and educated in the words they speak
Can they see their strings I...
496 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jun 2016 8:50am
11th Jun 2016 8:50am
The drumming before the fall
Walking along the gravel path
stepping side by side
The shadow engulfing itself
the demon trying to hide
The thumping of its footsteps
the pounding of its drum
Seeking out a new body
To taste again red rum
Corruption is its business
Possession is its tool
So easy are we led down the path
so easy we are fooled
Tread lightly when you walk alone
For it comes when you least expect
From its hidden place
assuming your body
taking your face
Walking along the gravel path
heed my warning well
For the path...
stepping side by side
The shadow engulfing itself
the demon trying to hide
The thumping of its footsteps
the pounding of its drum
Seeking out a new body
To taste again red rum
Corruption is its business
Possession is its tool
So easy are we led down the path
so easy we are fooled
Tread lightly when you walk alone
For it comes when you least expect
From its hidden place
assuming your body
taking your face
Walking along the gravel path
heed my warning well
For the path...
521 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2016 10:27am
2nd Jun 2016 10:27am
Beheld no more
I'm dying to know
What you're thinking
Though the message is very clear
No ripples or change in direction
Will ever be found here
The course is very steady
The rocks are drawing near
The cause of the destruction
A person I once found dear
Forward
Racing forward
Hold on very tight
Cascading waves keep slapping
Everything goes white
Nothing can ever hurt me
Down in the depths below
For only the dead are left
In my shallow place of sorrow
No harps are sounding
No trumpets I can hear
Just the...
What you're thinking
Though the message is very clear
No ripples or change in direction
Will ever be found here
The course is very steady
The rocks are drawing near
The cause of the destruction
A person I once found dear
Forward
Racing forward
Hold on very tight
Cascading waves keep slapping
Everything goes white
Nothing can ever hurt me
Down in the depths below
For only the dead are left
In my shallow place of sorrow
No harps are sounding
No trumpets I can hear
Just the...
455 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2016 5:10am
2nd May 2016 5:10am
My favorite color is grey
They read the words off the prompter
a false smile, or look of shock falls on their perfect faces
Their eyes dead to anything but the studio lights
Behind a computer screen
a flurry of words
toxic sludge formed in verbs and pronouns
Feeding into the masses
tubes are burrowing deeper into our minds
filling them with whatever thought is right
A fire hose
spraying us down
trying to rinse away the antibodies
We are becoming drones
Biological machines programmed to listen
but speak no ill words
To...
a false smile, or look of shock falls on their perfect faces
Their eyes dead to anything but the studio lights
Behind a computer screen
a flurry of words
toxic sludge formed in verbs and pronouns
Feeding into the masses
tubes are burrowing deeper into our minds
filling them with whatever thought is right
A fire hose
spraying us down
trying to rinse away the antibodies
We are becoming drones
Biological machines programmed to listen
but speak no ill words
To...
458 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2016 00:53am
10th Apr 2016 00:53am
Trudge on simple people
Their eyes are blank
dull
Life has been replaced with a buzzing
Everyday their self is being destroyed
bit by bit
little by little
Conforming to toxicity
Free thought
exchanged for perceived safety
Why learn when you can follow
why fight, when you can trudge along with the rest of the zombies
Holding up mirrors and spouting bigotry
instead of looking inside and reflecting
Cattle led to the intellectual slaughter
no new ideas make it back to pasture
Fighting for nothing
shouting when you should be silent...
dull
Life has been replaced with a buzzing
Everyday their self is being destroyed
bit by bit
little by little
Conforming to toxicity
Free thought
exchanged for perceived safety
Why learn when you can follow
why fight, when you can trudge along with the rest of the zombies
Holding up mirrors and spouting bigotry
instead of looking inside and reflecting
Cattle led to the intellectual slaughter
no new ideas make it back to pasture
Fighting for nothing
shouting when you should be silent...
565 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2016 1:24am
3rd Apr 2016 1:24am
Vanity
It's fading
every minute
of every day
Youth
vitality
beauty
Soon
they pass
Leaving only your experiences
and wits
How far we go to contain this
to continue looking beautiful
long after we deserve to
Fighting back wrinkles
destroying ourselves for vanity
Lowering peoples self esteem for fading looks
Beauty on the outside
will never cover the darkened pit
that is the inside of the soul
every minute
of every day
Youth
vitality
beauty
Soon
they pass
Leaving only your experiences
and wits
How far we go to contain this
to continue looking beautiful
long after we deserve to
Fighting back wrinkles
destroying ourselves for vanity
Lowering peoples self esteem for fading looks
Beauty on the outside
will never cover the darkened pit
that is the inside of the soul
500 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2016 1:21am
16th Mar 2016 1:21am
Tip of the glass
Tipping the bottle
the sharp taste
rolls over your tongue
A burning sensation
as the poison makes its way
towards your stomach
Drowning in it
killing its victim slowly
the pain lessens
or merely gets clouded
as does the mind
The heavy thoughts
the burdens
the tears
Become shadows
and then pool together
No dreams
no deeply furrowing thoughts
only the darkness
Downward
plummeting into unconsciousness
reaching the bottom of the bottle
The morning...
the sharp taste
rolls over your tongue
A burning sensation
as the poison makes its way
towards your stomach
Drowning in it
killing its victim slowly
the pain lessens
or merely gets clouded
as does the mind
The heavy thoughts
the burdens
the tears
Become shadows
and then pool together
No dreams
no deeply furrowing thoughts
only the darkness
Downward
plummeting into unconsciousness
reaching the bottom of the bottle
The morning...
632 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2016 10:52pm
14th Feb 2016 10:52pm
The Soil he tries to tend
His sleeves run red with his heart
pumping
pushing
Trying to keep his false smile
from cracking
Closing his eyes
the sweet memories pass
a slideshow
torturous
Each happy memory
one cut among many
Alone
perpetually
Searching for someone else who's heart
resembled his
Each day
a new fresh reminder
Each night
as empty as the last
Hopeful
woeful
Carrying on almost as if in spite
His dreams a sweet respite
they take him away from the darkness of the day
but they too,...
pumping
pushing
Trying to keep his false smile
from cracking
Closing his eyes
the sweet memories pass
a slideshow
torturous
Each happy memory
one cut among many
Alone
perpetually
Searching for someone else who's heart
resembled his
Each day
a new fresh reminder
Each night
as empty as the last
Hopeful
woeful
Carrying on almost as if in spite
His dreams a sweet respite
they take him away from the darkness of the day
but they too,...
476 reads
2 Comments
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