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
3rd Apr 2021 5:06pm
3rd Apr 2021 5:06pm
Wild Seed
Wild seed blown to the breeze;
where will he fall, who will call.
If given a chance, with him I would dance
twisting and shaking in a lofty romance.
In hours as minutes, seconds burned to dust
every notion a fragment adrift in wanderlust.
How he flies within the reeds
seeking nothing that he won't need.
Only a tiny resting spot
unstable and on a wavering lot;
going unnoticed even in wind
hiding among each branch that bends.
He will emerge in some strange time
to come alive in sight and mind
germinating in...
where will he fall, who will call.
If given a chance, with him I would dance
twisting and shaking in a lofty romance.
In hours as minutes, seconds burned to dust
every notion a fragment adrift in wanderlust.
How he flies within the reeds
seeking nothing that he won't need.
Only a tiny resting spot
unstable and on a wavering lot;
going unnoticed even in wind
hiding among each branch that bends.
He will emerge in some strange time
to come alive in sight and mind
germinating in...
#love
#lover
#FallingInLove #NaPoWriMo2021
#FallingInLove #NaPoWriMo2021
599 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2021 8:07pm
2nd Apr 2021 8:07pm
Still
My love was but a notion;
his shadow was bare.
He arose from the sweetest hurt
as I saw him shining there.
His voice was merely silent,
so much I barely heard
the melody my heart could play
as he uttered no words.
Yet high atop a grassy hill
my mind did run so wild;
his verdant voice was everywhere
and to this dream I held:
that where he waits, I too shall go
over rough terrain, deliberate, slow.
Each step I’ll find and make with ease
as kindly at my back a breeze.
Though this life is arduous,
‘tis...
his shadow was bare.
He arose from the sweetest hurt
as I saw him shining there.
His voice was merely silent,
so much I barely heard
the melody my heart could play
as he uttered no words.
Yet high atop a grassy hill
my mind did run so wild;
his verdant voice was everywhere
and to this dream I held:
that where he waits, I too shall go
over rough terrain, deliberate, slow.
Each step I’ll find and make with ease
as kindly at my back a breeze.
Though this life is arduous,
‘tis...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2021
775 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2021 2:17am
27th Mar 2021 2:17am
We Pause
I pause to remember
how undone we were
and how you I waited for
coming through like dawn
to greet me silently and fully.
Crimson center of all
I could ache to become,
yet where were the recipients.
You were secret only but to me.
I never let you define me
yet I was the definition of you;
arriving and departing,
never fully here,
amorphous and fluid
slowly ebbing away in fits and starts
only to return stronger.
You and I congealed
in creatinous convergence
playing...
how undone we were
and how you I waited for
coming through like dawn
to greet me silently and fully.
Crimson center of all
I could ache to become,
yet where were the recipients.
You were secret only but to me.
I never let you define me
yet I was the definition of you;
arriving and departing,
never fully here,
amorphous and fluid
slowly ebbing away in fits and starts
only to return stronger.
You and I congealed
in creatinous convergence
playing...
#women
#feminism
450 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2021 5:10am
13th Feb 2021 5:10am
Pierced Heart
Mine heart be pierced
were it not so loved;
or doth receive
every light from above.
To he whom knows
it shines so rare;
where full it grows
in want so bare.
Yet not without,
and still within;
a regale beats
'ere light grows dim.
Let one light rise
to beam upon
whose heart believes
in weak made strong.
And lo, a song;
an anthem's refrain --
the mystery of dark
wherefrom I call your name.
.....
were it not so loved;
or doth receive
every light from above.
To he whom knows
it shines so rare;
where full it grows
in want so bare.
Yet not without,
and still within;
a regale beats
'ere light grows dim.
Let one light rise
to beam upon
whose heart believes
in weak made strong.
And lo, a song;
an anthem's refrain --
the mystery of dark
wherefrom I call your name.
.....
#love
#flowers
#ValentinesDay
520 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2021 4:29am
30th Jan 2021 4:29am
Motherhood (Borderline)
I mean to live'
- Ai Ogawa
Under a burning sun
hot as the sand we walk on;
his doe-eyes red,
dry lips thirsty,
we escaped. I knew it
had to be, and his father:
I sliced him down the middle
before we left -- a perfect parting
of his powder-white innards
slipping from their secret bag
and scattering where I left him.
Now we walk the low terrain
instead of running
along a high mountaintop ridge,
looking down.
He looks down at us now,
blue nascent...
- Ai Ogawa
Under a burning sun
hot as the sand we walk on;
his doe-eyes red,
dry lips thirsty,
we escaped. I knew it
had to be, and his father:
I sliced him down the middle
before we left -- a perfect parting
of his powder-white innards
slipping from their secret bag
and scattering where I left him.
Now we walk the low terrain
instead of running
along a high mountaintop ridge,
looking down.
He looks down at us now,
blue nascent...
#mother
#drugs
#AiOgwaga
645 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2021 5:46am
28th Jan 2021 5:46am
The Gorgeous Dream
If you must know anything,
know that you were born
because no one else was coming'
- Ocean Vuong
ˇ
Flutterwings:
you know you always escape a day
we never made -- but how
I would find you in every crushing second
I wanted to die
there, looking up at your dire ascent from
these clouds billowing above where I lie;
Stay.
ˇ
I never caught you still but blurry;
lines faded against the backdrop sky, ...
know that you were born
because no one else was coming'
- Ocean Vuong
ˇ
Flutterwings:
you know you always escape a day
we never made -- but how
I would find you in every crushing second
I wanted to die
there, looking up at your dire ascent from
these clouds billowing above where I lie;
Stay.
ˇ
I never caught you still but blurry;
lines faded against the backdrop sky, ...
#mother
#parent
#OceanVuong #freedom
#OceanVuong #freedom
656 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2021 5:54am
20th Jan 2021 5:54am
I Look At The World (The Higher Road)
I seek to find
the higher road;
in country wide I roam.
But where to find
without bein' blind
a better way to go,
O, a better way to go!
When all around
our dreams lie bound
by fences and corrals;
on paths we walk
comrades who talk
of freer times than now,
O, of freer times than now!
I cannot see
nor feel their pull,
oppressed though they
in joy are masked --
all our wills defy this still:
the better road we lack,
O, the better road we lack!
..... ...
the higher road;
in country wide I roam.
But where to find
without bein' blind
a better way to go,
O, a better way to go!
When all around
our dreams lie bound
by fences and corrals;
on paths we walk
comrades who talk
of freer times than now,
O, of freer times than now!
I cannot see
nor feel their pull,
oppressed though they
in joy are masked --
all our wills defy this still:
the better road we lack,
O, the better road we lack!
..... ...
#racism
#freedom
#LangstonHughes
523 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2021 5:13am
9th Jan 2021 5:13am
The New Faces (Old To New)
From old to new did mankind pass,
shedding all the woes gone past;
longing for what they once knew,
breaking down what lay askew.
In setting fire to yesterday's ills
and hoping fate will fortune spill;
we give our lives new meaning, yet
spare ourselves from all regret.
But what did we, in sanity renew --
our fate not lost: how we so grew;
leading ever towards a place
would not today recall its face.
And in that face a ghostly air
to trick the watch; in time repair ...
shedding all the woes gone past;
longing for what they once knew,
breaking down what lay askew.
In setting fire to yesterday's ills
and hoping fate will fortune spill;
we give our lives new meaning, yet
spare ourselves from all regret.
But what did we, in sanity renew --
our fate not lost: how we so grew;
leading ever towards a place
would not today recall its face.
And in that face a ghostly air
to trick the watch; in time repair ...
#aging
#WilliamButlerYeats
#NewYear
472 reads
15 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2020 5:36am
17th Dec 2020 5:36am
Soul Of The Woods
To pluck the strings of wooded bliss,
I only know to summon this:
from ev'ry dale and crested tree
upon which lands each bird let free.
There -- a reason to sing and live
wherein, a song my heart can give
and ever true from me to you,
a friend once had not joy as you:
My pathless woods, my one true home --
to Thee I give my only poem.
Here, my last once as my first
within a past for better or worse.
Roaming free within your care
always to be and forever there;
fed as creatures well sustained ...
I only know to summon this:
from ev'ry dale and crested tree
upon which lands each bird let free.
There -- a reason to sing and live
wherein, a song my heart can give
and ever true from me to you,
a friend once had not joy as you:
My pathless woods, my one true home --
to Thee I give my only poem.
Here, my last once as my first
within a past for better or worse.
Roaming free within your care
always to be and forever there;
fed as creatures well sustained ...
#forest
#trees
#birds
#music
#LordByron
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14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2020 3:52am
2nd Dec 2020 3:52am
To Romance (Visions Of Love)
Romantic rays, of these were lit
my early days as joy saw fit.
I reveled in your warm cascades;
receded into wanton ways.
Yet visions bore no guarantee,
were at best of elusivity;
my intentions so did melt
under glare of scrutiny dealt
And I did cast you out, away --
my bosom shielded of decay.
The suit of armour molded, cast
would not then yield to your repast.
The hungry heart devoured itself
within its shrine upon a shelf
and where have gone Thee, lost above
at each attempt to capture love. ...
my early days as joy saw fit.
I reveled in your warm cascades;
receded into wanton ways.
Yet visions bore no guarantee,
were at best of elusivity;
my intentions so did melt
under glare of scrutiny dealt
And I did cast you out, away --
my bosom shielded of decay.
The suit of armour molded, cast
would not then yield to your repast.
The hungry heart devoured itself
within its shrine upon a shelf
and where have gone Thee, lost above
at each attempt to capture love. ...
#love
#romantic
#LordByron
491 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Nov 2020 5:00am
26th Nov 2020 5:00am
Her Island (Father Tide)
Water keeps its horrors
while sky proclaims his,
hangs them in stars.'
- Rita Dove
An old man who owns this place,
thinks he does, looks out from here
as I approach in reunion.
He appears not to remember me,
remember us -- my hand dwarfed by his;
sweating into his great husk
shelled of all proliferation
among the shore debris.
*
Among the shore debris
a morbidity of tides is dumped
in a final throe --
a last soprano tremble
that reaches for...
while sky proclaims his,
hangs them in stars.'
- Rita Dove
An old man who owns this place,
thinks he does, looks out from here
as I approach in reunion.
He appears not to remember me,
remember us -- my hand dwarfed by his;
sweating into his great husk
shelled of all proliferation
among the shore debris.
*
Among the shore debris
a morbidity of tides is dumped
in a final throe --
a last soprano tremble
that reaches for...
#father
#childhood
#sea #RitaDove
#sea #RitaDove
541 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Nov 2020 4:17am
26th Nov 2020 4:17am
November For Beginners (No Rain)
The rain held off
for hours, long enough to smell
its presence -- warm and burned;
summer sun afar now,
leaving crisp cobalt air
to chill our skin
in early dusk of late day.
Our wood stack sits
in anticipation of purpose --
to rise and leave its bed
with a crackle and pop.
Our hearts stiffen as
flower heads on rigid stalks.
We can't yet fathom Spring
in the sea of brown and gold --
its trimmings
Trail our feet;
rustle a scratchy, unmetered
tune on a hollow, stringless...
for hours, long enough to smell
its presence -- warm and burned;
summer sun afar now,
leaving crisp cobalt air
to chill our skin
in early dusk of late day.
Our wood stack sits
in anticipation of purpose --
to rise and leave its bed
with a crackle and pop.
Our hearts stiffen as
flower heads on rigid stalks.
We can't yet fathom Spring
in the sea of brown and gold --
its trimmings
Trail our feet;
rustle a scratchy, unmetered
tune on a hollow, stringless...
#rain
#fall
#RitaDove
520 reads
11 Comments
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