Submissions by Raosko
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2017 9:28pm
14th Dec 2017 9:28pm
Captives of the Heart
To all those I smother in love, I hold
you in my heart, and hide the keys so none
other except me knows where you are. Old,
rusted is my latch; that can't hold back one
With young and velvet wings, plush in warm air
currents, that would lift it from the cold grasp
of my love. You my caged creature, so fair,...
your freedom awaits my brittle collapse.
you in my heart, and hide the keys so none
other except me knows where you are. Old,
rusted is my latch; that can't hold back one
With young and velvet wings, plush in warm air
currents, that would lift it from the cold grasp
of my love. You my caged creature, so fair,...
your freedom awaits my brittle collapse.
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2017 8:31am
13th Dec 2017 8:31am
As I collapse in dry rye, afterall.
So I collapsed in dry rye, afterall
It's within my jealous nature that starts
to bury my pale face under the rocky banks
as I hitch my barge to heavy river carts.
There's rows of stiffened twigs handling glass under painted suns
I still collapse under rye, afterall
my high skies mask my black pit of rolling puns
that subsides to residue after my gulps are done.
I briskly wisk my token care, by cig-flicks, away
and notice neither time, nor space can discern
when I last collapsed in rye, afterall
the clocks curse, as...
It's within my jealous nature that starts
to bury my pale face under the rocky banks
as I hitch my barge to heavy river carts.
There's rows of stiffened twigs handling glass under painted suns
I still collapse under rye, afterall
my high skies mask my black pit of rolling puns
that subsides to residue after my gulps are done.
I briskly wisk my token care, by cig-flicks, away
and notice neither time, nor space can discern
when I last collapsed in rye, afterall
the clocks curse, as...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2017 8:24pm
11th Dec 2017 8:24pm
Fatcreme Sundaes
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Dec 2017 7:51pm
11th Dec 2017 7:51pm
What’s at Stake Here
Oh, noble ray please release your prey!
His ghost white skin, has all but bubbled
And runs rancid, aren’t you troubled
By your steady beaming over they
Who hide away from you, lord of day?
What have they hid, are you befuddled,
When at day, they have often cuddled;
And at night they laugh, and often play?
Their fangs sink in the salty sanguine
Seas of man and beast. You, who have thus
Driven this immortal man, to bite.
By excluding his pale complexion
...
His ghost white skin, has all but bubbled
And runs rancid, aren’t you troubled
By your steady beaming over they
Who hide away from you, lord of day?
What have they hid, are you befuddled,
When at day, they have often cuddled;
And at night they laugh, and often play?
Their fangs sink in the salty sanguine
Seas of man and beast. You, who have thus
Driven this immortal man, to bite.
By excluding his pale complexion
...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Dec 2017 1:38pm
8th Dec 2017 1:38pm
Along the road I hear (sonnet)
Along the road I hear
Along the road I hear the wailing ones,
A song is hearsay there, a song for us,
And back in, dark as denial, our sons
And daughters are dying, a yellow bus
Has broken us and taken care of life:
And now is over, hearsay has eclipsed
The sun in us, and hot as fault, our strife,
In aftermaths to come, fall fast as chips
Will land in our very lapse: and the same
Is fate for living: as the dead complain—
Malignant eyes: shining, assigning blame;
And none are sane or safe in pouring rain, ...
Along the road I hear the wailing ones,
A song is hearsay there, a song for us,
And back in, dark as denial, our sons
And daughters are dying, a yellow bus
Has broken us and taken care of life:
And now is over, hearsay has eclipsed
The sun in us, and hot as fault, our strife,
In aftermaths to come, fall fast as chips
Will land in our very lapse: and the same
Is fate for living: as the dead complain—
Malignant eyes: shining, assigning blame;
And none are sane or safe in pouring rain, ...
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