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.
SELF POEM
Published
14th Oct 2019 11:18pm
14th Oct 2019 11:18pm
Levitation
The kitchen was always in winter—its pantry
full of shadows, odours washed in damp soil
and bagged in the fields, picked-at,
white boned carcasses draped
in tea towels set aside to rest.
Its thin air wafted sweetness that drizzled
on cooling cakes and offered a promise of fresh
rye bread.
The worn down work tops cut away to hands
that rolled out pastry, and set liquid jelly
outside to cool in the drifting snow.
A bottomless Belfast sink bubbled above
a makeshift step, positioned to deploy child- ...
full of shadows, odours washed in damp soil
and bagged in the fields, picked-at,
white boned carcasses draped
in tea towels set aside to rest.
Its thin air wafted sweetness that drizzled
on cooling cakes and offered a promise of fresh
rye bread.
The worn down work tops cut away to hands
that rolled out pastry, and set liquid jelly
outside to cool in the drifting snow.
A bottomless Belfast sink bubbled above
a makeshift step, positioned to deploy child- ...
#childhood
546 reads
8 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
14th Oct 2019 11:09pm
14th Oct 2019 11:09pm
New Orleans
#God
#drugs
#addiction #redemption
#addiction #redemption
862 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2019 9:10pm
13th Oct 2019 9:10pm
Problems and promises
Run
Keep me from your cotton skies,
fill my mouth with autumn,
hide silent in the forest
the twig is about to break
Wait
Let the oars float away,
stay still within your seat,
tremble fingers on deep water,
anger slips beneath our lake.
I'm sorry
Bind my hands too tight,
make my fists unfold.
Foundation on a bruise,
sunglasses for your lies.
I'm so sorry
Paper mache us our masks,
stretched...
Keep me from your cotton skies,
fill my mouth with autumn,
hide silent in the forest
the twig is about to break
Wait
Let the oars float away,
stay still within your seat,
tremble fingers on deep water,
anger slips beneath our lake.
I'm sorry
Bind my hands too tight,
make my fists unfold.
Foundation on a bruise,
sunglasses for your lies.
I'm so sorry
Paper mache us our masks,
stretched...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
526 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2019 8:56pm
13th Oct 2019 8:56pm
Old dogs
I wasn’t sure I would remember the house
an old photograph was all I had to go on,
self seeded plants softened the cracked paving slabs
but the driveway was still black and white.
Uncle Arthur’s skeleton opened the door,
his face was gouged like sculptors clay
thin lines under cheek bones
and thumbed deep into eye sockets.
The meniscus of old age had bottled his vision
but he still had a Whiskey gruffness in his voice
that reminded me of forgotten songs and pearl inlays,
each one made to fit the only three chords he could...
an old photograph was all I had to go on,
self seeded plants softened the cracked paving slabs
but the driveway was still black and white.
Uncle Arthur’s skeleton opened the door,
his face was gouged like sculptors clay
thin lines under cheek bones
and thumbed deep into eye sockets.
The meniscus of old age had bottled his vision
but he still had a Whiskey gruffness in his voice
that reminded me of forgotten songs and pearl inlays,
each one made to fit the only three chords he could...
#family
#dogs
#memories #aging
#memories #aging
504 reads
10 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Oct 2019 5:24pm
11th Oct 2019 5:24pm
Deep under
Nicotine fingernails trail billboard walls
down cracked concrete steps
to an ugly door that opens with a mumble.
daylight is absorbed on both sides.
The bar stools gesture through half closed eyes
lifted from beer mat stares,
closing again with a head back sip.
Hips sway through pungent clouds,
reverb touches seersucker on stilettos,
heavy handed from a dub step base.
he find a familiar corner and closes his mind;
behind the aroma of a Black Russian, ready to slip
deeper, under the underground again.
down cracked concrete steps
to an ugly door that opens with a mumble.
daylight is absorbed on both sides.
The bar stools gesture through half closed eyes
lifted from beer mat stares,
closing again with a head back sip.
Hips sway through pungent clouds,
reverb touches seersucker on stilettos,
heavy handed from a dub step base.
he find a familiar corner and closes his mind;
behind the aroma of a Black Russian, ready to slip
deeper, under the underground again.
#music
#alcohol
513 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Oct 2019 5:22pm
11th Oct 2019 5:22pm
A Burden
A heavy horse to swing my legs,
haul my slumped cargo in its cart,
parked by garden chairs.
Offer me cake to help me mend
cut off the crusts for afternoon tea,
I'll tremble crumbs for sparrows
while you flap wrapping blankets.
I want to stay,
cold is a differential
measured between hands
that will pull me back in
before the light condenses
and our sighs become visible
again.
Your story is quickly told,
standing silent in the field
a vignette in my arid soil.
I stole your best pages.
...
haul my slumped cargo in its cart,
parked by garden chairs.
Offer me cake to help me mend
cut off the crusts for afternoon tea,
I'll tremble crumbs for sparrows
while you flap wrapping blankets.
I want to stay,
cold is a differential
measured between hands
that will pull me back in
before the light condenses
and our sighs become visible
again.
Your story is quickly told,
standing silent in the field
a vignette in my arid soil.
I stole your best pages.
...
#kindness
471 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2019 9:00pm
10th Oct 2019 9:00pm
Kitchen chatter
The cutlery drawer said the glass was a whore
for drinking all night with some hands,
a bottle of wine said she's out all the time,
the glass said you wouldn't understand.
The tap on the sink said the plug hole stinks
and that limescale lowers the tone,
the recycling bin said just ignore him
he's always up polishing his chrome.
The kitchen table claimed the chairs were unable
to sit still with their legs underneath,
the chairs agreed and were really quite pleased,
as the mop bucket peed on its feet.
The gas from the...
for drinking all night with some hands,
a bottle of wine said she's out all the time,
the glass said you wouldn't understand.
The tap on the sink said the plug hole stinks
and that limescale lowers the tone,
the recycling bin said just ignore him
he's always up polishing his chrome.
The kitchen table claimed the chairs were unable
to sit still with their legs underneath,
the chairs agreed and were really quite pleased,
as the mop bucket peed on its feet.
The gas from the...
#relationships
#funny
482 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2019 8:56pm
10th Oct 2019 8:56pm
Sawdust rings (Read by Northen_Soul)
#aging
#FeelingTrapped
659 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Oct 2019 11:16pm
7th Oct 2019 11:16pm
Guilty gifts
She wanted to feel small again,
still brave enough
to shout her name into the head wind,
to breathe herself alive in the rising swell.
The pier was deserted as she stepped over
the danger sign that danced on its rusty chain.
Through the murk of stirred up sand
her red raincoat appeared disrespectful
to one so angry, one so hungry.
The wooden boards flexed like sleeping ribs
as a large wave spewed over a little café
soaking her favourite Sunday morning spot
to sit and sip hot Mocha.
She would watch the red of the sun ...
still brave enough
to shout her name into the head wind,
to breathe herself alive in the rising swell.
The pier was deserted as she stepped over
the danger sign that danced on its rusty chain.
Through the murk of stirred up sand
her red raincoat appeared disrespectful
to one so angry, one so hungry.
The wooden boards flexed like sleeping ribs
as a large wave spewed over a little café
soaking her favourite Sunday morning spot
to sit and sip hot Mocha.
She would watch the red of the sun ...
#death
#sea
491 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2019 11:09pm
7th Oct 2019 11:09pm
A pillion for the parade
He knew what he was supposed to be,
two stroke raced in his blood line.
By the age of ten his dermatitis hands
could rebuild a gearbox and most engines,
he was good at connecting with his father.
At seventeen he was still pretending
in his worn out patched up jeans
and scuffed up road rashed leather,
long hair seemed to match the image,
but he hankered for change and its approval.
A young man's dilemma
can easily King Kong its way
to the top of the Empire State.
In one hand he saw the girl
and...
two stroke raced in his blood line.
By the age of ten his dermatitis hands
could rebuild a gearbox and most engines,
he was good at connecting with his father.
At seventeen he was still pretending
in his worn out patched up jeans
and scuffed up road rashed leather,
long hair seemed to match the image,
but he hankered for change and its approval.
A young man's dilemma
can easily King Kong its way
to the top of the Empire State.
In one hand he saw the girl
and...
#love
#relationships
458 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Oct 2019 7:06pm
6th Oct 2019 7:06pm
The plastic bag
Four floors up my morning routine pauses,
I keep watch in that quiet moment,
leaning on the window-sill, fogging the glass,
I slip away and wait, watch the street
even if he makes me late.
“He’s here” I say out loud,
loud enough to clang the jailer's key
but there’s only me inside.
Outside the day blows all things east
everyone has to walk at an angle.
He marches in polished shoes,
pressed trousers needle
through a forced open raincoat,
the button straining as much as his face,
he never sees me, ...
I keep watch in that quiet moment,
leaning on the window-sill, fogging the glass,
I slip away and wait, watch the street
even if he makes me late.
“He’s here” I say out loud,
loud enough to clang the jailer's key
but there’s only me inside.
Outside the day blows all things east
everyone has to walk at an angle.
He marches in polished shoes,
pressed trousers needle
through a forced open raincoat,
the button straining as much as his face,
he never sees me, ...
#love
#FallingInLove
602 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2019 00:33am
6th Oct 2019 00:33am
Afterlife
There isn't any dark underbelly
or shadow clad evil waiting to drag us
kicking into the opening roots of a bloody tree.
You won't find that the room temperature
drops and a pale figure appears dripping wet
because the previous owner of the house
wants you to find her bones at the bottom of a well.
But you will see that shock of grey hair
walking up the hill with her shopping bags
as you drive past and think for a moment
it was her.
You will kneel in the garden
to tie off daffodils and remember that
she showed...
or shadow clad evil waiting to drag us
kicking into the opening roots of a bloody tree.
You won't find that the room temperature
drops and a pale figure appears dripping wet
because the previous owner of the house
wants you to find her bones at the bottom of a well.
But you will see that shock of grey hair
walking up the hill with her shopping bags
as you drive past and think for a moment
it was her.
You will kneel in the garden
to tie off daffodils and remember that
she showed...
#death
#ghosts
547 reads
6 Comments
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