Submissions by PostalPoet (Andrew Durbin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a poet and a dreamer. I have an appreciation for the dark and macabre, and I have a vivid imagination.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Feb 2024 5:46am
15th Feb 2024 5:46am
Ode to A Sphynx
I ask my cat just what he thinks,
And what it’s like to be a Sphynx.
He looks at me with tilted head.
He doesn’t talk, but chirps instead.
He loves to lay within my lap,
And there he likes to take a nap.
He stretches out his little paws,
Extending out his sharpened claws.
He starts to purr under my hand.
Attention is at his command.
And if I stop, he tends to bite,
As if I had been impolite.
And if he hungers, down he’ll get,
And looks at me, as though a threat.
He knows that soon, I will give in.
His smug look says...
And what it’s like to be a Sphynx.
He looks at me with tilted head.
He doesn’t talk, but chirps instead.
He loves to lay within my lap,
And there he likes to take a nap.
He stretches out his little paws,
Extending out his sharpened claws.
He starts to purr under my hand.
Attention is at his command.
And if I stop, he tends to bite,
As if I had been impolite.
And if he hungers, down he’ll get,
And looks at me, as though a threat.
He knows that soon, I will give in.
His smug look says...
#cats
#animals
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1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
31st Aug 2023 4:33am
31st Aug 2023 4:33am
The Walk
I went for a walk deep within an old wood,
Where trees have for uncounted centuries stood.
The scene that awaited seemed frozen in time,
And brought me so near to that realm of sublime.
How soft was sunlight that peeked through the boughs;
The shadows about me did twirl and carouse.
The leaves seemed to dance in the delicate breeze
That wended its way through the stout mighty trees.
And after a while, I came to a lake.
I stopped to admire for nature’s own sake.
An unforeseen hush fell upon the still scene,
And made me feel...
Where trees have for uncounted centuries stood.
The scene that awaited seemed frozen in time,
And brought me so near to that realm of sublime.
How soft was sunlight that peeked through the boughs;
The shadows about me did twirl and carouse.
The leaves seemed to dance in the delicate breeze
That wended its way through the stout mighty trees.
And after a while, I came to a lake.
I stopped to admire for nature’s own sake.
An unforeseen hush fell upon the still scene,
And made me feel...
#forest
#nature
#mountains
141 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Aug 2023 9:56pm
27th Aug 2023 9:56pm
The Ballad of Captain Abraham Jones
I’ll tell you the tale of a ship at sail
On the deep blue, briny sea.
The good ship Rapport set out from its port
On the coast of old Dundee.
The crew was robust, and each knew to trust
His mate right down to his bones.
But oh, how they shook when they turned to look
Upon Captain Abraham Jones.
The Captain was fierce, and his gaze seemed to pierce
Each crewman deep into his soul.
His orders would bark through daylight and dark
While his men were on patrol.
He’d not be ignored, his hand on his sword,
And a sneer upon his...
On the deep blue, briny sea.
The good ship Rapport set out from its port
On the coast of old Dundee.
The crew was robust, and each knew to trust
His mate right down to his bones.
But oh, how they shook when they turned to look
Upon Captain Abraham Jones.
The Captain was fierce, and his gaze seemed to pierce
Each crewman deep into his soul.
His orders would bark through daylight and dark
While his men were on patrol.
He’d not be ignored, his hand on his sword,
And a sneer upon his...
#storm
#fate
#narrative
166 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2023 3:39am
6th Feb 2023 3:39am
The Creative Process
Now, some people tell me that writing is easy.
Well, what do they know of the thoughts in my brain?
While some of them help me, some others are queasy,
And some of them are just too hard to explain.
When it comes to a poem, the heart of the matter,
It rests on a subject I cannot foresee.
“Too much of the former, not enough of the latter”
Seems to be the one thing on which I can’t agree.
The time that it takes me to think of my verses
Could fill a whole day if I’m not very wise.
And if I’m not mindful, my talent disperses,
And...
Well, what do they know of the thoughts in my brain?
While some of them help me, some others are queasy,
And some of them are just too hard to explain.
When it comes to a poem, the heart of the matter,
It rests on a subject I cannot foresee.
“Too much of the former, not enough of the latter”
Seems to be the one thing on which I can’t agree.
The time that it takes me to think of my verses
Could fill a whole day if I’m not very wise.
And if I’m not mindful, my talent disperses,
And...
#identity
#SelfReflection
262 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
26th Dec 2022 3:22am
26th Dec 2022 3:22am
The Dead Tree
There is an old tree that sits bare on the lane.
It has always been dead, which no one can explain.
Its branches have never born petals nor fruit,
For poison has spread from its limbs to its root.
Its bark is as black as a night with no moon.
Around it a fungus has built a cocoon.
The tree never dies, yet seems slowly to grow.
And why does it do this? Not one seems to know.
For hundreds of years, this old timber has stood
From where it was taken from out of the wood.
The people who brought it have all up and died.
You ask to...
It has always been dead, which no one can explain.
Its branches have never born petals nor fruit,
For poison has spread from its limbs to its root.
Its bark is as black as a night with no moon.
Around it a fungus has built a cocoon.
The tree never dies, yet seems slowly to grow.
And why does it do this? Not one seems to know.
For hundreds of years, this old timber has stood
From where it was taken from out of the wood.
The people who brought it have all up and died.
You ask to...
#narrative
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Jun 2022 00:27am
10th Jun 2022 00:27am
Paranoia
I’ve awakened from terrible visions.
I have screamed in the dead of the night.
Vivid nightmares have carved their incisions
In the cracks of my terror and fright.
Every time I have slept in the solace
Of my wonderful, comforting bed,
Still the demons come, evil and lawless,
As they bask in the sea of my dread.
In the darkness, I try to find meaning
As the horrors surround me in there.
I can hear wicked voices demeaning.
To confront them, I never would dare.
But they press down upon me, undaunted,
For they know that my will...
I have screamed in the dead of the night.
Vivid nightmares have carved their incisions
In the cracks of my terror and fright.
Every time I have slept in the solace
Of my wonderful, comforting bed,
Still the demons come, evil and lawless,
As they bask in the sea of my dread.
In the darkness, I try to find meaning
As the horrors surround me in there.
I can hear wicked voices demeaning.
To confront them, I never would dare.
But they press down upon me, undaunted,
For they know that my will...
#nightmares
#fear
#horror
345 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2022 11:58pm
10th Feb 2022 11:58pm
The Return of The Daughter of Night
Not so long ago, with the moon shining bright,
I smiled and danced with the Daughter of Night.
And ever since then, my heart has been yearning,
Seeking the beautiful maiden’s returning.
On nights I will wander each alley and street,
And when the sun rises, I bow in defeat,
For although I’ve searched every corner and hall,
The Daughter of Night cannot be found at all.
For months I have searched, and still she eludes me.
I long for her dance, and hope she includes me.
I know that some people will think I’m bewitched, ...
I smiled and danced with the Daughter of Night.
And ever since then, my heart has been yearning,
Seeking the beautiful maiden’s returning.
On nights I will wander each alley and street,
And when the sun rises, I bow in defeat,
For although I’ve searched every corner and hall,
The Daughter of Night cannot be found at all.
For months I have searched, and still she eludes me.
I long for her dance, and hope she includes me.
I know that some people will think I’m bewitched, ...
#heartbroken
#beauty
#dance
354 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
30th Sep 2021 4:26am
30th Sep 2021 4:26am
The Thing
Walking through the wood at midnight might seem strange to you and me,
But there’s a soul who does so every night with certain glee.
Its grin, which goes from ear to ear, is inhumanly wide.
The robes it wears of purest black are made from human hide.
It’s looking for the lost and scared, and those who cannot rest.
It hears a man’s fast-beating heart from deep within his chest.
It longs to taste their life, and finds amusement in their shrieks.
It cares not whatsoever for the havoc that it wreaks.
Not long ago, a couple who had moved...
But there’s a soul who does so every night with certain glee.
Its grin, which goes from ear to ear, is inhumanly wide.
The robes it wears of purest black are made from human hide.
It’s looking for the lost and scared, and those who cannot rest.
It hears a man’s fast-beating heart from deep within his chest.
It longs to taste their life, and finds amusement in their shrieks.
It cares not whatsoever for the havoc that it wreaks.
Not long ago, a couple who had moved...
#evil
#monsters
#fear
340 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Aug 2021 00:20am
21st Aug 2021 00:20am
They Come
At the window I sit, looking out at the gloom.
I then hear a noise in the dark of the room.
Though my eyes long to see it, I know if I do,
My own mind will crack and all hell will break through.
It was not always like this, for not long ago,
I was once walking home, with the moon all aglow.
I stopped and looked up at the dark and black night,
And was suddenly seized by a horrible sight.
For up there, in the blackness, was something surreal:
A dark, evil void that began to reveal.
My knees began trembling; my eyes opened wide, ...
I then hear a noise in the dark of the room.
Though my eyes long to see it, I know if I do,
My own mind will crack and all hell will break through.
It was not always like this, for not long ago,
I was once walking home, with the moon all aglow.
I stopped and looked up at the dark and black night,
And was suddenly seized by a horrible sight.
For up there, in the blackness, was something surreal:
A dark, evil void that began to reveal.
My knees began trembling; my eyes opened wide, ...
#evil
#fate
#scary #fear
#scary #fear
411 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Aug 2021 4:55am
11th Aug 2021 4:55am
Monster
It sits in the dark at the end of the hall,
And waits for the children to sleep.
Its body is huge, over twenty feet tall,
Yet folds on itself in a heap.
It smiles with evil and wicked intent
As out from the shadows it crawls.
Its back is all twisted, contorted and bent.
Its fingers are shredding the walls.
Its eyes are as black as the void in its heart.
Its teeth are like razor-sharp pins.
It seeks to eat children and tear them apart,
And to make clothes out of their skins.
It hopes it will feast on their tender...
And waits for the children to sleep.
Its body is huge, over twenty feet tall,
Yet folds on itself in a heap.
It smiles with evil and wicked intent
As out from the shadows it crawls.
Its back is all twisted, contorted and bent.
Its fingers are shredding the walls.
Its eyes are as black as the void in its heart.
Its teeth are like razor-sharp pins.
It seeks to eat children and tear them apart,
And to make clothes out of their skins.
It hopes it will feast on their tender...
#monsters
424 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
11th Apr 2021 4:17pm
11th Apr 2021 4:17pm
The Daughter of Night
The city is still, though the night birds trill,
And the dogs all bay at the moon.
As the felines prowl through the alleys foul,
They all know that she's coming soon.
While out for a walk, I stopped for a talk
With an old acquaintance of mine.
"She's coming," said he, in a voice of glee,
And he offered a glass of wine.
I shook my head no, and then turned to go,
And then he grabbed me by the arm.
"Be wary, my friend, or you'll meet your end.
The lady might just wish you harm."
I then turned away, and there, a bright...
And the dogs all bay at the moon.
As the felines prowl through the alleys foul,
They all know that she's coming soon.
While out for a walk, I stopped for a talk
With an old acquaintance of mine.
"She's coming," said he, in a voice of glee,
And he offered a glass of wine.
I shook my head no, and then turned to go,
And then he grabbed me by the arm.
"Be wary, my friend, or you'll meet your end.
The lady might just wish you harm."
I then turned away, and there, a bright...
#night
#narrative
#dance
253 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
6th Apr 2021 1:06am
6th Apr 2021 1:06am
Asylum
As silent deep within my bed I lie,
And wait for sleep to take me to my dreams,
I feel a sense of dread, and wonder why
That nothing in my room is what it seems.
The shadows dance and leap upon the wall,
The lamplight making them seem almost real.
I hear a creaking noise out in the hall.
What horrors will my tortured mind reveal?
The room is cold, despite my sweating brow.
The ticking of the clock keeps me awake.
As I lie still, I wonder when and how
The welcome, peaceful light of day will break.
I hear the hissing...
And wait for sleep to take me to my dreams,
I feel a sense of dread, and wonder why
That nothing in my room is what it seems.
The shadows dance and leap upon the wall,
The lamplight making them seem almost real.
I hear a creaking noise out in the hall.
What horrors will my tortured mind reveal?
The room is cold, despite my sweating brow.
The ticking of the clock keeps me awake.
As I lie still, I wonder when and how
The welcome, peaceful light of day will break.
I hear the hissing...
#evil
#scary
#nightmares
288 reads
1 Comment
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