Submissions by Razzerleaf
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing poetry for about 10 years now, still need to crush a lot of coal before I get a rough diamond. I try to improve all the time so really like constructive feedback, Love reading other poets and finding something that takes me away.
SONG LYRICS
Published
16th Apr 2024 2:57pm
16th Apr 2024 2:57pm
The Devils in the detail
Turn all the lights way down low,
come over here and we can take it slow,
you know its you I need to keep it real,
lost inside the way you make me feel.
I'm riding alone on a midnight train,
lost and lonely in the freezing rain
Last of the lovers at the end of time,
in those arms the world starts to unwind.
A warm sun coming over that hill
its bitter sweet as you take that pill.
I'm riding alone on a midnight train
lost and lonely in the freezing rain
The devils in the detail
she's on that...
come over here and we can take it slow,
you know its you I need to keep it real,
lost inside the way you make me feel.
I'm riding alone on a midnight train,
lost and lonely in the freezing rain
Last of the lovers at the end of time,
in those arms the world starts to unwind.
A warm sun coming over that hill
its bitter sweet as you take that pill.
I'm riding alone on a midnight train
lost and lonely in the freezing rain
The devils in the detail
she's on that...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#music
#lyrics
221 reads
4 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
16th Apr 2024 2:26pm
16th Apr 2024 2:26pm
When the thunder comes
There's a place where only locals go,
I'll take you down to a late night show.
We'll go dancing in the pouring rain,
watch as the lightning writes your name
And if you start to lose control
just let the music fill your soul.
There's loud guitars and heavy drums,
it's a place to hide when the thunder comes.
Your spotlight burns a hole in me
going to let your music set me free,
when the storms come and the sky goes black
and my mind feels I'm under attack.
And If I start to lose control
I'll let the...
I'll take you down to a late night show.
We'll go dancing in the pouring rain,
watch as the lightning writes your name
And if you start to lose control
just let the music fill your soul.
There's loud guitars and heavy drums,
it's a place to hide when the thunder comes.
Your spotlight burns a hole in me
going to let your music set me free,
when the storms come and the sky goes black
and my mind feels I'm under attack.
And If I start to lose control
I'll let the...
#lyrics
#NaPoWriMo2024
#music
199 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2024 12:02pm
10th Apr 2024 12:02pm
The best place to cry
2/30 NaPo write
When the station wagon parks
with its tire tight on my chest
and the dragons that should be
asleep have all refused to rest.
If all the lonely syllables need to stay unsaid
when I can't form a feeling for your words,
then throw a blanket over questions in our bed,
this colour draws attention from the herd.
Then I will put my dishes in to soak
detergent helps me disperse my lies,
and choke beneath the fishes as they float,
as I'm washed up and left to drain then dry.
When the station wagon parks
with its tire tight on my chest
and the dragons that should be
asleep have all refused to rest.
If all the lonely syllables need to stay unsaid
when I can't form a feeling for your words,
then throw a blanket over questions in our bed,
this colour draws attention from the herd.
Then I will put my dishes in to soak
detergent helps me disperse my lies,
and choke beneath the fishes as they float,
as I'm washed up and left to drain then dry.
#anxiety
#depression
#apathy
129 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2024 11:44am
10th Apr 2024 11:44am
Red Sky
1/30 NaPo write
The dog wanted wet sand for breakfast
so the car had the oceans scent in its nostrils,
skittling down single track roads
forcing bread van's and jogger's
to dodge inside plump hedgerow's.
The morning was damp and deafening
a larva lamp orange spilled out its warning
onto the clawing nails of white foam
that slapped a hand across
smooth wet sand.
She made her marks four at a time
barking back at the chasing tide
as I found a calmness in the throng,
a moment of solitude, sea glass green ...
The dog wanted wet sand for breakfast
so the car had the oceans scent in its nostrils,
skittling down single track roads
forcing bread van's and jogger's
to dodge inside plump hedgerow's.
The morning was damp and deafening
a larva lamp orange spilled out its warning
onto the clawing nails of white foam
that slapped a hand across
smooth wet sand.
She made her marks four at a time
barking back at the chasing tide
as I found a calmness in the throng,
a moment of solitude, sea glass green ...
#dogs
#MentalHealth
122 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2024 10:30pm
7th Apr 2024 10:30pm
Dragon ships
Snails
full sail
wet pavement
drums
full sail
wet pavement
drums
#rain
#water
141 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2024 9:16pm
13th Mar 2024 9:16pm
Realisation
I heard the glass door-panel,
her young head backwards through it
fragments worn like beads
abstract footprints patterned
red on blue linoleum.
I turned down the pandemonium
and looked into his slow motion face,
expecting the trail to be blazed
but the rabbit was frozen by traffic,
robotic arms caught on a loop
repeating motions that did nothing.
It was then I saw her, stride into the room,
one hand on a tea towel, eyes on the child,
rebooting the robot with basic commands,
calm cascading from her...
her young head backwards through it
fragments worn like beads
abstract footprints patterned
red on blue linoleum.
I turned down the pandemonium
and looked into his slow motion face,
expecting the trail to be blazed
but the rabbit was frozen by traffic,
robotic arms caught on a loop
repeating motions that did nothing.
It was then I saw her, stride into the room,
one hand on a tea towel, eyes on the child,
rebooting the robot with basic commands,
calm cascading from her...
#mother
171 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Mar 2024 8:20pm
13th Mar 2024 8:20pm
Kismet
It's the stray dog that followed you home,
the vandals that smashed your garden gnome,
a lifeguard that gave you mouth to mouth,
that holiday leak that flooded the house.
Its a flat tire on the airport run,
1st degree burns on the fist day of sun,
three passports for a family of four,
the left behind finger in a closing car door.
The map is drawn the course ready charted
yes it was me, I'm sorry I farted.
What else to but shrug and role eyes,
laugh at yourself turn palms to the sky.
the vandals that smashed your garden gnome,
a lifeguard that gave you mouth to mouth,
that holiday leak that flooded the house.
Its a flat tire on the airport run,
1st degree burns on the fist day of sun,
three passports for a family of four,
the left behind finger in a closing car door.
The map is drawn the course ready charted
yes it was me, I'm sorry I farted.
What else to but shrug and role eyes,
laugh at yourself turn palms to the sky.
#TruthOfLife
157 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2024 9:41pm
11th Mar 2024 9:41pm
Life Inside a bedspread
It started in the half-light,
too cold to accept morning
waiting for footsteps on the stairs,
someone else to set the fire.
I stared into the deep weave
of my candlewick blue waves.
The threads opened as I fell through
landing soft and sickly, coughing
away my school days.
All left behind as my travels began,
chased and often eaten by giant dust mites,
sailing rivers of spilt milk on rafts of cornflakes,
running for cover in showers of spittle.
I became the map reader of myself
counting to...
too cold to accept morning
waiting for footsteps on the stairs,
someone else to set the fire.
I stared into the deep weave
of my candlewick blue waves.
The threads opened as I fell through
landing soft and sickly, coughing
away my school days.
All left behind as my travels began,
chased and often eaten by giant dust mites,
sailing rivers of spilt milk on rafts of cornflakes,
running for cover in showers of spittle.
I became the map reader of myself
counting to...
#childhood
#LifeStruggles
#illness
142 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Feb 2024 11:04pm
29th Feb 2024 11:04pm
The mystery of morning
Thick socks fall in loops over ankles
displayed like the slipped towel of a naked back
pushed further down by a bashful hand,
innocent of the artists eye.
Pale hairy soleus protrude to
shuffle across cold cracked tiles
all silent but a hiss of burning gas,
the frightened kettle screeches a warning
and I appear outside in heavy frost.
Thick white mascara brushed onto cobwebs
that cantilever wooden slats.
This is where my spider goes
cold toes, cold toes, cold toes!
A bird has laid...
displayed like the slipped towel of a naked back
pushed further down by a bashful hand,
innocent of the artists eye.
Pale hairy soleus protrude to
shuffle across cold cracked tiles
all silent but a hiss of burning gas,
the frightened kettle screeches a warning
and I appear outside in heavy frost.
Thick white mascara brushed onto cobwebs
that cantilever wooden slats.
This is where my spider goes
cold toes, cold toes, cold toes!
A bird has laid...
#depression
#emptiness
#apathy
166 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
28th Feb 2024 7:55pm
28th Feb 2024 7:55pm
When a Dragon flies
I can hear the beat of black wings
my mind cracks on a tempest wind
I want to breathe the fire it brings.
Find the bars and fix them to my cage
In every open bottle there’s a rage
your in a mess that's already made.
I am and I’ll always be
somethings got a hold of me,
drench my shirt in stale pain
don't let my Dragons rise again
Your fingers tremble on deep water
but you’ve already crossed the border,
bind my hands and let my fists unfold
one more truth that's never to be told.
So let my feet find...
my mind cracks on a tempest wind
I want to breathe the fire it brings.
Find the bars and fix them to my cage
In every open bottle there’s a rage
your in a mess that's already made.
I am and I’ll always be
somethings got a hold of me,
drench my shirt in stale pain
don't let my Dragons rise again
Your fingers tremble on deep water
but you’ve already crossed the border,
bind my hands and let my fists unfold
one more truth that's never to be told.
So let my feet find...
#anger
#violence
204 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
28th Feb 2024 00:14am
28th Feb 2024 00:14am
If football boots could talk
I was there when you had nowt,
as hard as the streets
split dry cracks down the backs
drinking dubbin
like half time oranges.
You where ashamed to take me out
I saw those molded smirks.
The painted laughter of three white stripes
washed away on wet grass,
you left me in the dark, dirty and damp.
I understood the lure of soft and supply,
the flash of colour, always a substitute,
but I had my time,
the speedy tap dance of leather to leather ...
as hard as the streets
split dry cracks down the backs
drinking dubbin
like half time oranges.
You where ashamed to take me out
I saw those molded smirks.
The painted laughter of three white stripes
washed away on wet grass,
you left me in the dark, dirty and damp.
I understood the lure of soft and supply,
the flash of colour, always a substitute,
but I had my time,
the speedy tap dance of leather to leather ...
#childhood
#memories
136 reads
0 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
25th Jan 2024 10:17pm
25th Jan 2024 10:17pm
Thunderstruck
Tied, to the middle of a railway track
Hell, there was no, no turning back
Under the guns, sound of the drums
No help, no help from you
Down on my knees
Even askin please
Riding into town
Saw all the lights go down
Texas, yeah, Texas, and we had some fun
Read all the rules
Undid some fools
Cloud 99 had a good time
Kids been................ Thunderstruck !!!!!!
Hell, there was no, no turning back
Under the guns, sound of the drums
No help, no help from you
Down on my knees
Even askin please
Riding into town
Saw all the lights go down
Texas, yeah, Texas, and we had some fun
Read all the rules
Undid some fools
Cloud 99 had a good time
Kids been................ Thunderstruck !!!!!!
#childhood
#storm
167 reads
2 Comments
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