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..
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jul 2016 1:00am
16th Jul 2016 1:00am
To Want It Deeply
To want it deeply
just enough to meet me
unworthy in a way that
could never know a stay...
Heavy to abound with
the world to resound
gathered all around
yet all was shut out...
To recieve yet again
and want only that man
and like no other he was
hardly just a friend...
Holding him close in
my mind was morose
and in a frail way provoked
to need him this way...
Filled up inside with
his scandalous pride
I needed to ride and to
hold the loose reins...
Not without an obdurate
doubt tangled...
just enough to meet me
unworthy in a way that
could never know a stay...
Heavy to abound with
the world to resound
gathered all around
yet all was shut out...
To recieve yet again
and want only that man
and like no other he was
hardly just a friend...
Holding him close in
my mind was morose
and in a frail way provoked
to need him this way...
Filled up inside with
his scandalous pride
I needed to ride and to
hold the loose reins...
Not without an obdurate
doubt tangled...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2016 1:03am
14th Jul 2016 1:03am
5: 62: The Empty Heart
Excerpt 62 from Journal 5: 'Reaching My True Love'
-from 'Journals to My True Love Part 2'
The heart has its dark corners, its hiding spaces
I get lost there in the dark breathing so shallowly
to conserve air, how you visit me in vain,
how I see you through this dust veil I reach to
touch your hair how silkily it slides through my
fingers so I grab on harder trying to hold you
and keep you here your magic eludes me the
magic of you being here against the odds;
my new found love to replace the old;
I feel his resignation...
-from 'Journals to My True Love Part 2'
The heart has its dark corners, its hiding spaces
I get lost there in the dark breathing so shallowly
to conserve air, how you visit me in vain,
how I see you through this dust veil I reach to
touch your hair how silkily it slides through my
fingers so I grab on harder trying to hold you
and keep you here your magic eludes me the
magic of you being here against the odds;
my new found love to replace the old;
I feel his resignation...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2016 2:57am
12th Jul 2016 2:57am
Ripping The Man
In my heart I tried not to
rip him to the wire,
I wanted to wait, to hold the words,
the expressions...
He had never met a woman
like me though he thought I
was not so different,
he hadn't known...
He was like the others,
I knew it, they ran away,
so I tried to hold him
close and tight...
He didn't know how I
wanted to just take to fill
myself with all he had to give
he was my dream...
I held back to let him stay
and hang on, to let him aspire,
I didn't throw myself down
on the ground before...
rip him to the wire,
I wanted to wait, to hold the words,
the expressions...
He had never met a woman
like me though he thought I
was not so different,
he hadn't known...
He was like the others,
I knew it, they ran away,
so I tried to hold him
close and tight...
He didn't know how I
wanted to just take to fill
myself with all he had to give
he was my dream...
I held back to let him stay
and hang on, to let him aspire,
I didn't throw myself down
on the ground before...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2016 2:40am
12th Jul 2016 2:40am
Satan's Grace
I am Satan, I am grace
emboldened by a fallen race
unknown to whether they create
or walk into summoned replace...
Taken with a sharp regrade
the whole of them were apt to fade
in washing welting carried craze
they deepened into harried flame...
How the passage needed spade
the wanton freedom went unmade
to carry all its pieces on in broken
shattered mercied song...
Angels tribute framed and blind
wings were dirtied heavied crime
lightened with a dimmed malign
unwoken driven to resign...
...
emboldened by a fallen race
unknown to whether they create
or walk into summoned replace...
Taken with a sharp regrade
the whole of them were apt to fade
in washing welting carried craze
they deepened into harried flame...
How the passage needed spade
the wanton freedom went unmade
to carry all its pieces on in broken
shattered mercied song...
Angels tribute framed and blind
wings were dirtied heavied crime
lightened with a dimmed malign
unwoken driven to resign...
...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Jul 2016 00:46am
9th Jul 2016 00:46am
Will You Find This When I Die
Will you find this when I die
will it lack in deflorative reply
will it live on in chaste or charm
will it define a straightlaced harm
why would I need your pertinent care
to speak with such an insipid flair
so public are such rearmost qualms
with rawness are my storied palms
the ingraciate play was too insane
to carry along any decorative frame
referenced by a homespun decay
flown south it was in a coldhearted way
indifferent in an incensed interplay
it was everything that lacked repartee
it flowed like watered down bilge
the vessel...
will it lack in deflorative reply
will it live on in chaste or charm
will it define a straightlaced harm
why would I need your pertinent care
to speak with such an insipid flair
so public are such rearmost qualms
with rawness are my storied palms
the ingraciate play was too insane
to carry along any decorative frame
referenced by a homespun decay
flown south it was in a coldhearted way
indifferent in an incensed interplay
it was everything that lacked repartee
it flowed like watered down bilge
the vessel...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Jul 2016 4:27pm
8th Jul 2016 4:27pm
Covert Rendezvous
Cracked up crazy in regale
wanting not to see him fail
craving with canton apace
wishing for a secret space
to meet him with a rash melee
hardened with a fervent splay
spread to palpitating play
with waxen hand held forte...
Craven gazing gorgeous male
tantamount with a torrid tail
flowing into a vernal rift
the frothy fabrication swift
stimulated with proficient pulse
correlated to a cyclic dulse
flavored decadent and down
the succulent spindrift compound...
Echoing were chanted tones
whispered hastily were moans...
wanting not to see him fail
craving with canton apace
wishing for a secret space
to meet him with a rash melee
hardened with a fervent splay
spread to palpitating play
with waxen hand held forte...
Craven gazing gorgeous male
tantamount with a torrid tail
flowing into a vernal rift
the frothy fabrication swift
stimulated with proficient pulse
correlated to a cyclic dulse
flavored decadent and down
the succulent spindrift compound...
Echoing were chanted tones
whispered hastily were moans...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2016 4:24pm
8th Jul 2016 4:24pm
The Monarch
Flinted fleeting flocked in fray
wings that sputtered in moral decay
landing covert wings profaned
carried cordial unsummoned play...
Inveterate recourse insuperable
with an inexorable jag retractable
in summoning to repugnant light
was the winged nymph aflight...
Washed in orange and black
dizzying color specks whacked
unable to goad a tale translate
was the fluttering winded fate...
Landed briefly quickly gone
all remaining a beautious song
a casted shell was left behind
with eyes reflecting...
wings that sputtered in moral decay
landing covert wings profaned
carried cordial unsummoned play...
Inveterate recourse insuperable
with an inexorable jag retractable
in summoning to repugnant light
was the winged nymph aflight...
Washed in orange and black
dizzying color specks whacked
unable to goad a tale translate
was the fluttering winded fate...
Landed briefly quickly gone
all remaining a beautious song
a casted shell was left behind
with eyes reflecting...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2016 00:02am
8th Jul 2016 00:02am
Umbillical Door
Binded blithely born in reduress
the cretin cord lacked in shallowness
twisted binding all that held in kind
fulsome with gravity in the mind
open and pulling the implicit core
reconciling to a perpetual door
I begged to cut open the gelatinous
viscid agnostic bathos teeming with
creatinous culvert closing collusive
torpor in its trepidative tranquility
steeped in stalemated subterfuge
was the sorcerers sacred centrifuge
exaggerated and taut in its avail was
the unavoidable divulgence to fail
nugatory necessary and narcoleptic
in...
the cretin cord lacked in shallowness
twisted binding all that held in kind
fulsome with gravity in the mind
open and pulling the implicit core
reconciling to a perpetual door
I begged to cut open the gelatinous
viscid agnostic bathos teeming with
creatinous culvert closing collusive
torpor in its trepidative tranquility
steeped in stalemated subterfuge
was the sorcerers sacred centrifuge
exaggerated and taut in its avail was
the unavoidable divulgence to fail
nugatory necessary and narcoleptic
in...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2016 11:51pm
7th Jul 2016 11:51pm
Consummate Core
Pouring through and enclosed
subsumed by an undercurrent
narrowed in a tightened reconcilliation
conspicuous in untried configuration
contemporaneous in sober deliberation
tactful yet reckless in coherent habitation
rising consuming and feeding vitiation
it was all holding me in repudiation
unmollified mercenary submerged
sullen and with vaguery converged
not with out a due collision to merge
I felt a raptured heuristic occult
not alone but enmeshed in result
the reason only wanting to stult
all it came to fruition about
the core was...
subsumed by an undercurrent
narrowed in a tightened reconcilliation
conspicuous in untried configuration
contemporaneous in sober deliberation
tactful yet reckless in coherent habitation
rising consuming and feeding vitiation
it was all holding me in repudiation
unmollified mercenary submerged
sullen and with vaguery converged
not with out a due collision to merge
I felt a raptured heuristic occult
not alone but enmeshed in result
the reason only wanting to stult
all it came to fruition about
the core was...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2016 2:28pm
7th Jul 2016 2:28pm
Scarred
From 'Noon Realizations'
The cut on
my finger heals
each day the gap fills
the new skin in layers...
Dry and dead
the old skin peels
in time and falls away
so nicely...
The trace of trauma
is removed in bits
the story unwritten,
unwoven...
As a wool strand
from a blanket lies
ragged in a heap
its form unraveled...
The shard of glass
which cut me is
slowly forgotten and
replaced in memory...
This blanket once covered me
the glass once shone for me
the finger continues to ...
The cut on
my finger heals
each day the gap fills
the new skin in layers...
Dry and dead
the old skin peels
in time and falls away
so nicely...
The trace of trauma
is removed in bits
the story unwritten,
unwoven...
As a wool strand
from a blanket lies
ragged in a heap
its form unraveled...
The shard of glass
which cut me is
slowly forgotten and
replaced in memory...
This blanket once covered me
the glass once shone for me
the finger continues to ...
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