Submissions by Poetryman
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Aug 2019 3:59pm
29th Aug 2019 3:59pm
33 Days to Live
Get out of America, back to where you came from
You pathetic dying child
How dare you use expensive health care
To continue living,
to stop death from claiming your soul
Why should anyone care about your alien skin?
This is your death sentence
Judgement is final, no appeals!
Immigration is open and free to all good white people
America's boarders are closed,
unless you come from a non-shithole country
So take your filthy dark skin back where it came from
and bring your dying children with you for a proper burial ...
You pathetic dying child
How dare you use expensive health care
To continue living,
to stop death from claiming your soul
Why should anyone care about your alien skin?
This is your death sentence
Judgement is final, no appeals!
Immigration is open and free to all good white people
America's boarders are closed,
unless you come from a non-shithole country
So take your filthy dark skin back where it came from
and bring your dying children with you for a proper burial ...
#hate
#death
69 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2019 11:05pm
21st Aug 2019 11:05pm
Please Don't Tell Me
It's not the here and now, now
Or the here and now, then
It's waisting the past 40 years
About all that could've been
Weakness embraced silence when I needed courage deep within
In the past it lead to regrets I cannot mend that never end
Yet hindsight has not helped me to see beyond my history
Past the lack of strength still hiding, still residing inside me
So please don't tell me you would have loved me
Had I only asked that day in study hall sitting with our friend
It's not that we would not've been infinitely happy
It's...
Or the here and now, then
It's waisting the past 40 years
About all that could've been
Weakness embraced silence when I needed courage deep within
In the past it lead to regrets I cannot mend that never end
Yet hindsight has not helped me to see beyond my history
Past the lack of strength still hiding, still residing inside me
So please don't tell me you would have loved me
Had I only asked that day in study hall sitting with our friend
It's not that we would not've been infinitely happy
It's...
#sadness
#regret
#loneliness
120 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Aug 2019 5:10am
12th Aug 2019 5:10am
Pride vs Self-Esteem
Self-esteem flows solely internalized.
Pride rides similarly internal but twists with a superficial slant.
When the id is puffed up with pride it greedily strokes the ego.
Self-esteem builds confidence while pride leads to arrogance.
Pride spins a feedback loop that suffers from gluttonous envy.
The more it feasts the fatter pride grows then craves ever more
to feed it's repetitious addiction.
Self-Esteem is everything!
It fills us with a healthy dose of confidence providing tools for personal success.
Pride thirsts for more than...
Pride rides similarly internal but twists with a superficial slant.
When the id is puffed up with pride it greedily strokes the ego.
Self-esteem builds confidence while pride leads to arrogance.
Pride spins a feedback loop that suffers from gluttonous envy.
The more it feasts the fatter pride grows then craves ever more
to feed it's repetitious addiction.
Self-Esteem is everything!
It fills us with a healthy dose of confidence providing tools for personal success.
Pride thirsts for more than...
#SelfWorth
108 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jul 2019 3:10pm
26th Jul 2019 3:10pm
Paint Without a Canvas
Woke up alone again in the middle of the night
Went to the bathroom 'cos what else was there to do?
The low amber glow of the nightlight on the wall
Blended with the dim ambient moonshadows on the floor
A ghost seeking a switch to ignite a burnt out bulb
The transparent artist with paint dripping from his fingertips
a mirror on the medicine cabinet cracked too many years ago
Or maybe those be lines scribed on a mask worn by sadness
If I had brushes and canvas I'd trace the reflection stairing out at me
A portrait of a self-serving soul in need of...
Went to the bathroom 'cos what else was there to do?
The low amber glow of the nightlight on the wall
Blended with the dim ambient moonshadows on the floor
A ghost seeking a switch to ignite a burnt out bulb
The transparent artist with paint dripping from his fingertips
a mirror on the medicine cabinet cracked too many years ago
Or maybe those be lines scribed on a mask worn by sadness
If I had brushes and canvas I'd trace the reflection stairing out at me
A portrait of a self-serving soul in need of...
#SelfDiscovery
70 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2019 7:00pm
9th May 2019 7:00pm
12 Roses fore Midnight
1 rose fell for a pretender who turned her back on love with eyes closed
another fell twice as hard when her forked tongue hissed a song of deceit
a third wilted at the thought of a heart that held out hope in honesty
then number 4 died when she learned their was an imperfection in her dream of greed
But the fifth crumbled into dust when reality turned out to be a bloody lie
Still 6 was such a lovely rose, how could it have known what hid behind her shadow?
You'd think 7 would have found luck within it's very own loving soul,...
another fell twice as hard when her forked tongue hissed a song of deceit
a third wilted at the thought of a heart that held out hope in honesty
then number 4 died when she learned their was an imperfection in her dream of greed
But the fifth crumbled into dust when reality turned out to be a bloody lie
Still 6 was such a lovely rose, how could it have known what hid behind her shadow?
You'd think 7 would have found luck within it's very own loving soul,...
#sadness
#love
#heartbroken
156 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2019 1:25am
22nd Apr 2019 1:25am
Where Does The Dare Leave Me?
How can I accept a dare of Faith
when knowing what I know prevents me from believing?
What does Easter mean to one who has seen into the eyes of his creator
at his own peril?
The poison that races through my veins
cannot kill the corpse I've already become
Just like Christ's own body,
poison had no effect and his lightning served as a sword
Running me through while running through me
to enlighten all doubt within my soul
I can't believe it happened to me,
not as an unbelievable thing, but because I know it did
And so...
when knowing what I know prevents me from believing?
What does Easter mean to one who has seen into the eyes of his creator
at his own peril?
The poison that races through my veins
cannot kill the corpse I've already become
Just like Christ's own body,
poison had no effect and his lightning served as a sword
Running me through while running through me
to enlighten all doubt within my soul
I can't believe it happened to me,
not as an unbelievable thing, but because I know it did
And so...
#faith
105 reads
STORY POEM
Published
21st Apr 2019 5:05am
21st Apr 2019 5:05am
Would You Sing My Song For Me?
Every lyric born in the sunshine of yesterday
Found solace in the silence of dying thunderstorms
Each flash made me blink as the years wasted away
Washed aside with the tears that rained on my parade
The dreams that started in the early evening moonlight
Ended quietly in the rising darkness of last night
It's too late for me now to live the life I left behind
But if you will sing this song long after I am gone
A little piece of me will be reborn in the fiery sunset
That I remember glowing with a warming light within
Then the loneliness won't...
Found solace in the silence of dying thunderstorms
Each flash made me blink as the years wasted away
Washed aside with the tears that rained on my parade
The dreams that started in the early evening moonlight
Ended quietly in the rising darkness of last night
It's too late for me now to live the life I left behind
But if you will sing this song long after I am gone
A little piece of me will be reborn in the fiery sunset
That I remember glowing with a warming light within
Then the loneliness won't...
#dreams
114 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2019 9:49pm
16th Apr 2019 9:49pm
Math Equations Form the Least Common Denominator
Teaching a young boy about the mystery of his existence
About where his father disappeared to one morning
How the tears of his mother were not for herself
Why his life would never be the same and he is not to blame
That one plus one only equals two in the selfish pages of math books in school
How getting an A in life is the worst grade of all
And earning an F is no failure on a report card
But instead this letter is the most sought after in life
One must choose between shadows cast by two
When L stands for loneliness there is no escape from the...
About where his father disappeared to one morning
How the tears of his mother were not for herself
Why his life would never be the same and he is not to blame
That one plus one only equals two in the selfish pages of math books in school
How getting an A in life is the worst grade of all
And earning an F is no failure on a report card
But instead this letter is the most sought after in life
One must choose between shadows cast by two
When L stands for loneliness there is no escape from the...
#love
#family
#learning
#LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery
95 reads
SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2019 5:42am
15th Apr 2019 5:42am
Facade
I'm no hero and can't even stand under the weight of my own deception
A fake. an illusion, fools gold in the eye of a fooled buyer of empty recollections
A meaningless life fading into obscurity where no one will notice the shadow my soul left behind
just another stain on the floor where once was spilled blood in paterns I thought were poetry
Now nothing more than a sea of dried up tears where rivers once flowed with a rainbow of passion
But to make a rainbow there must be sunlight,
some light of some kind to erase the darkness
Yet there is nothing...
A fake. an illusion, fools gold in the eye of a fooled buyer of empty recollections
A meaningless life fading into obscurity where no one will notice the shadow my soul left behind
just another stain on the floor where once was spilled blood in paterns I thought were poetry
Now nothing more than a sea of dried up tears where rivers once flowed with a rainbow of passion
But to make a rainbow there must be sunlight,
some light of some kind to erase the darkness
Yet there is nothing...
#depression
95 reads
SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2019 4:25am
8th Apr 2019 4:25am
The Sky is Falling
surrounded by the hue of blue that holds my flesh
firmly against the bubling porous ground
the weight of the world is beneath my shoulders
while gravity pins my skin from underneath
sandwiching my soul between a desire to let go of life
and the submissiveness to embrace death
the ten count ended and then I surrendered
but still she rejects my plea to take me
because a stronger force of fate claimed my body and soul
knowing I knew she could never undo my fate
to be scrambled like eggs being stir fried alive
though the stone skillet has...
firmly against the bubling porous ground
the weight of the world is beneath my shoulders
while gravity pins my skin from underneath
sandwiching my soul between a desire to let go of life
and the submissiveness to embrace death
the ten count ended and then I surrendered
but still she rejects my plea to take me
because a stronger force of fate claimed my body and soul
knowing I knew she could never undo my fate
to be scrambled like eggs being stir fried alive
though the stone skillet has...
#depression
78 reads
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Mar 2019 11:13am
24th Mar 2019 11:13am
Stolen Identity
Why is it so hard for me to believe you're unreal?
Yet it was the easiest thing to let you steal
A heart and soul through a broken window
The face painted on a faceless mask in shadow
A photo stolen here and another one from there
Is there anything about you that is real?
Are you even you? Perhaps you're just a fantasy screw...
Can anyone say? Or even say your name and know
If the sound that slips across their lips
Could be a rhyme from some unknown poet, another fool
Who fell for your lies as he fell to his knees
When the gaze from your...
Yet it was the easiest thing to let you steal
A heart and soul through a broken window
The face painted on a faceless mask in shadow
A photo stolen here and another one from there
Is there anything about you that is real?
Are you even you? Perhaps you're just a fantasy screw...
Can anyone say? Or even say your name and know
If the sound that slips across their lips
Could be a rhyme from some unknown poet, another fool
Who fell for your lies as he fell to his knees
When the gaze from your...
#identity
145 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2019 4:41am
16th Mar 2019 4:41am
7 Deadly Crimes
Ten sayings spoken through one forked tongue
Killed 5 boarder children in 5 brief months
Ripping apart family ties that used to bind
As neighborly love's spat upon with venomous lies
Barring false witness against all
Who threaten his kingdom cum with castration
Floating above the law until the next election
When the tax levied on his soul is finally collected
Stealing services from those he never intends to pay
Creditors will not be recompensed for the all the loans they made
Firmly stroking the egos of those who fall for his...
Killed 5 boarder children in 5 brief months
Ripping apart family ties that used to bind
As neighborly love's spat upon with venomous lies
Barring false witness against all
Who threaten his kingdom cum with castration
Floating above the law until the next election
When the tax levied on his soul is finally collected
Stealing services from those he never intends to pay
Creditors will not be recompensed for the all the loans they made
Firmly stroking the egos of those who fall for his...
#hate
120 reads
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