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..
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2021 4:05am
9th Sep 2021 4:05am
September's Voice
I am the voice of a meadow;
listen to me hum.
See what flies about me;
every bloom has come.
Yet I toil nor gather;
only give away
what the air can muster
as against its pull I sway.
Seeds and spores to scatter
like so many words;
thrown about in tatters,
in waiting still unheard.
Whispers only chattered
by some chirping birds
waving to their latter;
a streaming sun of yore.
And only can they
rake away what I,
in turn can let decay
as sleeping, I'll regenerate ...
listen to me hum.
See what flies about me;
every bloom has come.
Yet I toil nor gather;
only give away
what the air can muster
as against its pull I sway.
Seeds and spores to scatter
like so many words;
thrown about in tatters,
in waiting still unheard.
Whispers only chattered
by some chirping birds
waving to their latter;
a streaming sun of yore.
And only can they
rake away what I,
in turn can let decay
as sleeping, I'll regenerate ...
#flowers
#fall
#nature #LifeAsAWriter
#nature #LifeAsAWriter
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2021 4:48am
20th Aug 2021 4:48am
August Interlude
The warm night air sits
still and surrounds
all the ripened stalks
and fully opened flowers;
petals dangling in
a final vitality.
Heavy branches swoon
insect-laden air as lower leaves
begin a first yellowing of many
transitions to come;
hunger abated.
A ground saturated in
summer rain lingers
under plush, trampled
long, strewn grasses.
Songs of summer still
hang suspended in the air
as if exuded from molecules
of all that new life blooming,
bursting forth;
The mellow...
still and surrounds
all the ripened stalks
and fully opened flowers;
petals dangling in
a final vitality.
Heavy branches swoon
insect-laden air as lower leaves
begin a first yellowing of many
transitions to come;
hunger abated.
A ground saturated in
summer rain lingers
under plush, trampled
long, strewn grasses.
Songs of summer still
hang suspended in the air
as if exuded from molecules
of all that new life blooming,
bursting forth;
The mellow...
#summer
#nature
#MargaretAtwood
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14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2021 4:47am
1st Aug 2021 4:47am
Rabbit Song
I smell that you
are chasing me with your eyes,
and I leave my scent behind
so that you may know the joy of
my leaping / if only for ignorance
of what a stone feels.
My only conquest
is to break the grasses down;
not to diminish them but
encourage them by chewing
their stalks to a pulp.
I eat what nobody wants
and leave their digested remains behind
in your overgrown pasture.
How do I survive;
this is how, and why --
I am light as air, I think,
and the ways of the world don't
collect...
are chasing me with your eyes,
and I leave my scent behind
so that you may know the joy of
my leaping / if only for ignorance
of what a stone feels.
My only conquest
is to break the grasses down;
not to diminish them but
encourage them by chewing
their stalks to a pulp.
I eat what nobody wants
and leave their digested remains behind
in your overgrown pasture.
How do I survive;
this is how, and why --
I am light as air, I think,
and the ways of the world don't
collect...
#animals
#nature
#MargaretAtwood
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12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jul 2021 4:50am
28th Jul 2021 4:50am
At Evenfall
Hold to the fact
that you will find
ever a patient word
uttered in a cautious mind;
Deep though it wends
into the narrow streets
of all we'd imagine
and try never with to sleep.
So lovers, they embark
on worlds so dreamed up;
and in their distant laugh
it is cherished in a brimming cup.
Yet cups can only hold
what into them is poured
and dreams only matter
when embellished in full accord.
What did I envision,
or could I have thought;
love has little meaning ...
that you will find
ever a patient word
uttered in a cautious mind;
Deep though it wends
into the narrow streets
of all we'd imagine
and try never with to sleep.
So lovers, they embark
on worlds so dreamed up;
and in their distant laugh
it is cherished in a brimming cup.
Yet cups can only hold
what into them is poured
and dreams only matter
when embellished in full accord.
What did I envision,
or could I have thought;
love has little meaning ...
#love
#dreams
#night #WHAuden
#night #WHAuden
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15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jul 2021 4:10am
24th Jul 2021 4:10am
A Ghost Called Love
Where is the heart
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
#love
#ghosts
#WHAuden
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th May 2021 6:19am
13th May 2021 6:19am
The Walking Led
We can stride ahead to belong,
sever ties in weak made strong.
But how can we, in conscience go
before the things we truly know.
Only with our foresight clear
are any reasons not to fear;
yet hanging on in morbid dread,
of these outcomes we are fed
hatred of our own desires
under which we stoke a fire
full of pleadings to be felt.
In our dealings we get dealt.
When and how will all this end,
where did go ourselves as friends
to each other, to this earth,
our full sentience and our mirth.
I can't find nor...
sever ties in weak made strong.
But how can we, in conscience go
before the things we truly know.
Only with our foresight clear
are any reasons not to fear;
yet hanging on in morbid dread,
of these outcomes we are fed
hatred of our own desires
under which we stoke a fire
full of pleadings to be felt.
In our dealings we get dealt.
When and how will all this end,
where did go ourselves as friends
to each other, to this earth,
our full sentience and our mirth.
I can't find nor...
#peace
#freedom
#choices #NaPoWriMo2021
#choices #NaPoWriMo2021
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th May 2021 6:16am
13th May 2021 6:16am
Vaxed
I
Needle me with words,
vaccinate my dreams.
Show me different worlds
where everyone has been.
I’m no subject waiting
for your exotic reams;
I’m no pretext waiting
for some curative scheme.
Vaxed to be the first
vaxed to be the last.
Holding on is best,
keeping up so fast;
rolling on a drumbeat,
tapping on this vein.
Giving up I hear the chant
heading toward insane.
II
Vaxing me, vaxing you;
tell the world what it should do.
Selling the gold of fools
to buyers of...
Needle me with words,
vaccinate my dreams.
Show me different worlds
where everyone has been.
I’m no subject waiting
for your exotic reams;
I’m no pretext waiting
for some curative scheme.
Vaxed to be the first
vaxed to be the last.
Holding on is best,
keeping up so fast;
rolling on a drumbeat,
tapping on this vein.
Giving up I hear the chant
heading toward insane.
II
Vaxing me, vaxing you;
tell the world what it should do.
Selling the gold of fools
to buyers of...
#LifeStruggles
#pandemic
#NaPoWriMo2021
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2021 5:37am
11th May 2021 5:37am
In A Dream
In a dream you and I were there
floating in the past somewhere
waiting on the world to turn
everyone’s desire to burn.
What the world has not become
letting go I am someone
who bleeds into every known
thrown away like a stone
given to this moment it seems
everything that matters could be:
in a dream, but never there;
in a dream where you still care,
in a dream you never died,
in a dream where heaven lied.
Yesterday we never cried,
lift me to your reasons why
all we are is gone inside,
all we carry forth...
floating in the past somewhere
waiting on the world to turn
everyone’s desire to burn.
What the world has not become
letting go I am someone
who bleeds into every known
thrown away like a stone
given to this moment it seems
everything that matters could be:
in a dream, but never there;
in a dream where you still care,
in a dream you never died,
in a dream where heaven lied.
Yesterday we never cried,
lift me to your reasons why
all we are is gone inside,
all we carry forth...
#love
#dreams
#death
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2021
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6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2021 4:48am
11th May 2021 4:48am
Ode To Night
We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.”
-Khalil Gibran
I
Cry with me, sultry night;
pray for the sentient things
crawling ‘neath your sight.
Glow your moon’s pale light.
Illuminate those whom pine for all
to be right and the fields of things
who count not the hours,
but wave in the wind endlessly
and futilely.
Pass me under safe care tonight,
let the voices lead me softly along:
a muted song.
Cry with me, sultry night.
...
-Khalil Gibran
I
Cry with me, sultry night;
pray for the sentient things
crawling ‘neath your sight.
Glow your moon’s pale light.
Illuminate those whom pine for all
to be right and the fields of things
who count not the hours,
but wave in the wind endlessly
and futilely.
Pass me under safe care tonight,
let the voices lead me softly along:
a muted song.
Cry with me, sultry night.
...
#dreams
#moon
#night
#NaPoWriMo2021
#KahlilGibran
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th May 2021 6:58am
8th May 2021 6:58am
Visions: Into Light
To see is to hear, once heard it speaks;
a flight of fancy to find the meek
ones who hide from eyes that search
may all our foes we besmirch.
Into light we glide upon
wings unfurled; our will is strong
as the tree men rooted by dirt;
as the brethren found on earth.
Magic now, as it would seem
only hears of which we dream;
visions come to grace our eyes
as we look to ancient skies
Everywhere and spread upon
all we seek to emerge before long
To see is to know and learn so well;
Forever yours, PRaladriel...
a flight of fancy to find the meek
ones who hide from eyes that search
may all our foes we besmirch.
Into light we glide upon
wings unfurled; our will is strong
as the tree men rooted by dirt;
as the brethren found on earth.
Magic now, as it would seem
only hears of which we dream;
visions come to grace our eyes
as we look to ancient skies
Everywhere and spread upon
all we seek to emerge before long
To see is to know and learn so well;
Forever yours, PRaladriel...
#NaPoWriMo2021
#mountains
#JRRTolkien
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6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th May 2021 5:17am
4th May 2021 5:17am
Lemon Verbena
How can lemon rind fit
so nicely in a leaf;
jagged little eye-shaped
rough fragment
of grown, green parchment
borne on tall, craggy stems.
I grew some in my window
once, it pushed its way
through stouter tropicals;
a persistent, woody stalk
branching out thinly,
hungry for deep sun.
The first time I tried it
it mellowed me like cbd
but subtler, gentler.
It was an unsweet lemon candy
that needed no sugar.
The hint of bitterness was perfect,
I thought.
The leaves are as rugged as ...
so nicely in a leaf;
jagged little eye-shaped
rough fragment
of grown, green parchment
borne on tall, craggy stems.
I grew some in my window
once, it pushed its way
through stouter tropicals;
a persistent, woody stalk
branching out thinly,
hungry for deep sun.
The first time I tried it
it mellowed me like cbd
but subtler, gentler.
It was an unsweet lemon candy
that needed no sugar.
The hint of bitterness was perfect,
I thought.
The leaves are as rugged as ...
#tea
406 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2021 7:32pm
13th Apr 2021 7:32pm
Soul Of Jim
Death of Orion's snake --
rise then we die together
writhing in blackness.
The hunt is on --
our eyes see beyond
ephemeral vision.
We are the seekers
of what is not human;
we are the plunderers of
her dear soul.
Taste the tears;
you are the salt of every
pit on vitreous earth.
You are a vessel of
Night's captive stars
searching under
all the ones we lost
up there, our subjects bare
in coldest Heaven where
every sun is undone there.
A child is crying -- ...
rise then we die together
writhing in blackness.
The hunt is on --
our eyes see beyond
ephemeral vision.
We are the seekers
of what is not human;
we are the plunderers of
her dear soul.
Taste the tears;
you are the salt of every
pit on vitreous earth.
You are a vessel of
Night's captive stars
searching under
all the ones we lost
up there, our subjects bare
in coldest Heaven where
every sun is undone there.
A child is crying -- ...
#spiritual
#music
#NaPoWriMo2021 #JimMorrison
#NaPoWriMo2021 #JimMorrison
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