Submissions by PoetsRevenge
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write on the edge: Not all significant poetry goes down like warm soup: Don't fear the burn It just might awaken you: In the words of Jim Morrison... 'Wake up!' (I don't remember where I am either).. Note: I write heartwarming stuff too..
Drone Of The Bees
Away! Away! ---
Instrument from flower.
How dare you counter fate
In these late immeasurable hours.
Golden and agape;
The sun-soaked blossom
reaches for nothing ---
Clinging, it seems
To all it believes in.
Such pestilence its trying
Fluttering in the wind.
Buzzing, its counterpart ---
An incision its whim.
What nectar, such penance,
How harried, such sin ---
Falling as dust on petals.
Saving such garrulous moments
For those who give in.
...
Instrument from flower.
How dare you counter fate
In these late immeasurable hours.
Golden and agape;
The sun-soaked blossom
reaches for nothing ---
Clinging, it seems
To all it believes in.
Such pestilence its trying
Fluttering in the wind.
Buzzing, its counterpart ---
An incision its whim.
What nectar, such penance,
How harried, such sin ---
Falling as dust on petals.
Saving such garrulous moments
For those who give in.
...
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5: 90: The Rift
Excerpt 90 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, I have been to the rift...
Weightless, I existed there, reaching for you...
I did not believe in falling, so I did not fall...
I did not believe in wanting, so I did not want...
I simply was...
Eternities theme was all that glistened...
Finalities cast was all that glowed...
It surrounded us like a beautiful luminescence...
Its features gave us an endless night...
We walked like shadows on an earthbound plight...
In the mouth...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, I have been to the rift...
Weightless, I existed there, reaching for you...
I did not believe in falling, so I did not fall...
I did not believe in wanting, so I did not want...
I simply was...
Eternities theme was all that glistened...
Finalities cast was all that glowed...
It surrounded us like a beautiful luminescence...
Its features gave us an endless night...
We walked like shadows on an earthbound plight...
In the mouth...
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5: 88: The Firepit
Excerpt 88 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, how the youthful heart is like an
empty firepit...
It waits for winter to be filled with fuel to be burned
so it can warm those who draw near...
How its potential is held in heavy and dark stones
that lay still and cold...
How its emptiness is only filled with air and dust...
How it only can find productivity in use and it needs
others to fill it with that potential...
When it is filled with the wrong contents it loses ...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, how the youthful heart is like an
empty firepit...
It waits for winter to be filled with fuel to be burned
so it can warm those who draw near...
How its potential is held in heavy and dark stones
that lay still and cold...
How its emptiness is only filled with air and dust...
How it only can find productivity in use and it needs
others to fill it with that potential...
When it is filled with the wrong contents it loses ...
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Life And Death
Show me life and death, My Love,
Take me to the place where
You converted.
Lead me into the dark,
Red swimming sea of microbia
Leveled by basic necessities.
Walk me along the
Frailsome fringe of finality,
Of deaths swan song inquisition.
Why, Why? ---
Did you die:
A white, pale shaft of reason;
Such tremulous resplendence.
The reasons why ---
All stood in neat rows like
Spring tulips emerging in
Warring lamp-light
At daybreak.
Oh, Sodden-you ---
Becoming...
Take me to the place where
You converted.
Lead me into the dark,
Red swimming sea of microbia
Leveled by basic necessities.
Walk me along the
Frailsome fringe of finality,
Of deaths swan song inquisition.
Why, Why? ---
Did you die:
A white, pale shaft of reason;
Such tremulous resplendence.
The reasons why ---
All stood in neat rows like
Spring tulips emerging in
Warring lamp-light
At daybreak.
Oh, Sodden-you ---
Becoming...
#death
#SylviaPlath
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Insistent Words
I write without reason,
I write for any season,
for it is always winter
within my heart...
It hearkens without calling,
I creep without crawling,
so heavy for the lilting
phrases I keep...
In silence the words,
drawling in decorative pallor;
need not any reasons to
command valor,
For they are their own
reconnaisance...
To let them sing is to
let them burn and sting;
oh, peril, the cauterization
of such a thing...
Yet, removed in remorse
and undone by such force ...
I write for any season,
for it is always winter
within my heart...
It hearkens without calling,
I creep without crawling,
so heavy for the lilting
phrases I keep...
In silence the words,
drawling in decorative pallor;
need not any reasons to
command valor,
For they are their own
reconnaisance...
To let them sing is to
let them burn and sting;
oh, peril, the cauterization
of such a thing...
Yet, removed in remorse
and undone by such force ...
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5: 87: We Are The Story
Excerpt 87 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-from 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, you become the story, fragmented and
dispersing slowly...
I let you go; this replaces the intense passion as you
become lines; notions; whims, where you ever
anything more?
As the story unravels you become it... I believed
in you, yet never did, but I believed in the story...
I have no story; but I have you to let me tell it...
From nothingness you arose... Into the air I saw
you rise...
A thousand men inside you...
-from 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, you become the story, fragmented and
dispersing slowly...
I let you go; this replaces the intense passion as you
become lines; notions; whims, where you ever
anything more?
As the story unravels you become it... I believed
in you, yet never did, but I believed in the story...
I have no story; but I have you to let me tell it...
From nothingness you arose... Into the air I saw
you rise...
A thousand men inside you...
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5: 76: Your Story
Excerpt 76 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-from 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, you stand before me so dejected, so defeated
by life as if I am your last resort...
For I must be for you to join me on this wild ride of my life...
You hold my right hand in spirit and will to guide me...
But your sadness flows like a quiet, slow river through
the gulleys of my experience and becomes stagnant there...
Oh, the irony of your nonexistence in flesh and blood
beside me to warm me...
You have helped me write about you as my...
-from 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, you stand before me so dejected, so defeated
by life as if I am your last resort...
For I must be for you to join me on this wild ride of my life...
You hold my right hand in spirit and will to guide me...
But your sadness flows like a quiet, slow river through
the gulleys of my experience and becomes stagnant there...
Oh, the irony of your nonexistence in flesh and blood
beside me to warm me...
You have helped me write about you as my...
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Twisted Girl
Twerked by a twisted turnkey
she had gone unloved for too long
left to rot in remorse of depravity
her contortion was beset by gravity
a heart wrung out like laundry left
to air dry slowly blistered and bereft
to buckle and revolve in a quandrous qualm that
had spun a swizzle stick into her cerebrum
in her palm was naught but empty exudation
that preserved its prototype in proliferation
to a profanitous curr with no irreverance
an incivilitous game was vexing severance
an embryonic eidolon escaped her grasp
that was love so...
she had gone unloved for too long
left to rot in remorse of depravity
her contortion was beset by gravity
a heart wrung out like laundry left
to air dry slowly blistered and bereft
to buckle and revolve in a quandrous qualm that
had spun a swizzle stick into her cerebrum
in her palm was naught but empty exudation
that preserved its prototype in proliferation
to a profanitous curr with no irreverance
an incivilitous game was vexing severance
an embryonic eidolon escaped her grasp
that was love so...
762 reads
Man Of Winter
His ghost walked the feckless winter of his icy heart
in stillness for his love lay frozen there asleep in an
arcane rest where he had left and forgotten her...
Glassy and bare and with an infinite cast so entombed
in his holding of endearment within for he had not
loved her when her blood still flowed for him he had
withheld his true feelings...
Frozen now among his glacial conquests was she so
waxen and still for the prize was a blue-rinsed trophy
resembling a beautiful girl... He reached out to kiss
her stillness in a blowing frost and his...
in stillness for his love lay frozen there asleep in an
arcane rest where he had left and forgotten her...
Glassy and bare and with an infinite cast so entombed
in his holding of endearment within for he had not
loved her when her blood still flowed for him he had
withheld his true feelings...
Frozen now among his glacial conquests was she so
waxen and still for the prize was a blue-rinsed trophy
resembling a beautiful girl... He reached out to kiss
her stillness in a blowing frost and his...
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5: 89: To Believe In You
Excerpt 89 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-from 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, there is a place so deep within us that
we avoid it in fear...
I know you are there and so I avoid you...
I hate you because you never became real and
the hate lives there in that place too...
I don't want to hate, so I don't retreat inward
to that deep place; but in this choice I can't
truly love either for it is only you that I truly love...
As an innocent child I lived within that place of pure
love surrounded by those who cared...
-from 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, there is a place so deep within us that
we avoid it in fear...
I know you are there and so I avoid you...
I hate you because you never became real and
the hate lives there in that place too...
I don't want to hate, so I don't retreat inward
to that deep place; but in this choice I can't
truly love either for it is only you that I truly love...
As an innocent child I lived within that place of pure
love surrounded by those who cared...
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Father Christmas
I looked deep into my heart and he was there
like a plainsong gilded and glimmering white
like Father Christmas he was My True Love
as if no high-flown consequence to the hand of fate
his fustian splendor was magnificent and grand
in a sugar plum dream he took hold of my hand
lost for a moment in a sanguine still daydream
amidst a spinning torrent of holiday mindstream
I somehow knew his vision would pass along
with all this embellished love amassed in song
in the few short days we call cheer aggrandized
there in my mind he stood frozen and lionized...
like a plainsong gilded and glimmering white
like Father Christmas he was My True Love
as if no high-flown consequence to the hand of fate
his fustian splendor was magnificent and grand
in a sugar plum dream he took hold of my hand
lost for a moment in a sanguine still daydream
amidst a spinning torrent of holiday mindstream
I somehow knew his vision would pass along
with all this embellished love amassed in song
in the few short days we call cheer aggrandized
there in my mind he stood frozen and lionized...
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3 Short Holiday Poems
1 Holidays Past
In my mind I collect
memories of holidays past
like decorations they
adorn my heart
strewn as fall leaves
on weathered ground
lifted by wind they speak
in rushes of air
and wisps of dust
with an old glow
they circle space
surrounding me
lifting me....
2 Winter
On the edge of life
it becomes like cold
on the heels of death
a compact fold
trees are dead
decayed like dirt
a dead still calm
befalls a word
in a heart of stone
my will entrusts
behold the...
In my mind I collect
memories of holidays past
like decorations they
adorn my heart
strewn as fall leaves
on weathered ground
lifted by wind they speak
in rushes of air
and wisps of dust
with an old glow
they circle space
surrounding me
lifting me....
2 Winter
On the edge of life
it becomes like cold
on the heels of death
a compact fold
trees are dead
decayed like dirt
a dead still calm
befalls a word
in a heart of stone
my will entrusts
behold the...
624 reads
2 Comments
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