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.
ANGER POEM
Published
1st Jul 2022 11:39pm
1st Jul 2022 11:39pm
Guybrush Threepwood
The little shit
always the dim wit
monkey island
headphones for the silence
Lucas arts
bunch of farts
playin till four in the morning
listen to the birds calling
Fucked up by ghost pirate
Le chuck and his crew
grog was my special brew
always went too far
in the scum bar
talkin to spiffy the dog
over another jug of grog
married Elaine
lol kept changing his name
melee island
my asylum
hanging on its anchor chain
played about 4 games
when I should have been revising
not strategizing ...
always the dim wit
monkey island
headphones for the silence
Lucas arts
bunch of farts
playin till four in the morning
listen to the birds calling
Fucked up by ghost pirate
Le chuck and his crew
grog was my special brew
always went too far
in the scum bar
talkin to spiffy the dog
over another jug of grog
married Elaine
lol kept changing his name
melee island
my asylum
hanging on its anchor chain
played about 4 games
when I should have been revising
not strategizing ...
#obsession
320 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2022 9:52pm
1st Jul 2022 9:52pm
Why did the chicken cross the road ?
Colin is an egg turner,
he turns eggs
until they crack,
then he hands
the chicks to Jack.
Jack is a chick feeder
he feeds up broilers.
Broilers get fat fast
so fat, they cant reach water
and their legs snap
under their own weight.
Meet the transport fleet
crammed into cases
at just seven weeks
broken legs, wings and beaks
Colin's daughter manages
the slaughter.
She puts them into shackles
cuts their throats
and boils off their feathers.
She sometimes forgets
to cut...
he turns eggs
until they crack,
then he hands
the chicks to Jack.
Jack is a chick feeder
he feeds up broilers.
Broilers get fat fast
so fat, they cant reach water
and their legs snap
under their own weight.
Meet the transport fleet
crammed into cases
at just seven weeks
broken legs, wings and beaks
Colin's daughter manages
the slaughter.
She puts them into shackles
cuts their throats
and boils off their feathers.
She sometimes forgets
to cut...
#animals
#morality
285 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2022 1:11am
22nd Jun 2022 1:11am
Fear
You led yourself down here
amongst the darkened reeds,
to snatch the cold immersion
and breath it into being.
Speech won't drop its flare
the corners here still crawl,
tell yourself a summers day
as the night eats out your eyes.
You led yourself down here
in tangled clumps of hair,
to feel the weight of mud
and dare to shape its face.
Footsteps fast behind you
race home on rain soaked streets,
dragged nails inside a wardrobe
as silence hears a heart beat.
You led yourself down here.
...
amongst the darkened reeds,
to snatch the cold immersion
and breath it into being.
Speech won't drop its flare
the corners here still crawl,
tell yourself a summers day
as the night eats out your eyes.
You led yourself down here
in tangled clumps of hair,
to feel the weight of mud
and dare to shape its face.
Footsteps fast behind you
race home on rain soaked streets,
dragged nails inside a wardrobe
as silence hears a heart beat.
You led yourself down here.
...
#dark
478 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jun 2022 11:57pm
14th Jun 2022 11:57pm
That boat house on the bayou
Darkness stills all moving mouths,
allows the night to feed,
cypress trees with calf like legs
dredge deep inside black water.
Daughters of the riverboats
float evening mist on silver moss
lost souls that search for candle light
fight inside the troubled murk.
Covert creatures call out names
tamed by broken legs and stones,
grown weathered as the greying slats
lapped tight to form wood walls.
Fall foul of a monsters running cry
try to conjure bold self belief
meet my bleeding unstitched lips
sip life...
allows the night to feed,
cypress trees with calf like legs
dredge deep inside black water.
Daughters of the riverboats
float evening mist on silver moss
lost souls that search for candle light
fight inside the troubled murk.
Covert creatures call out names
tamed by broken legs and stones,
grown weathered as the greying slats
lapped tight to form wood walls.
Fall foul of a monsters running cry
try to conjure bold self belief
meet my bleeding unstitched lips
sip life...
#witches
523 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2022 11:42pm
12th Jun 2022 11:42pm
Leftovers
They were only half dead,
infected by bark beetles.
Together they gathered
like zombies,
a riverside cluster
torn and dismembered
shuffled to a random array.
Each day someone walks past
they ignore the un-miraculous,
avoid the dark exterior
no one wants to be bitten.
I need the bite
offering a throat
to be ripped out
I embrace the group,
take my place
but all I find is their grace
as we feed on the last supper. ...
infected by bark beetles.
Together they gathered
like zombies,
a riverside cluster
torn and dismembered
shuffled to a random array.
Each day someone walks past
they ignore the un-miraculous,
avoid the dark exterior
no one wants to be bitten.
I need the bite
offering a throat
to be ripped out
I embrace the group,
take my place
but all I find is their grace
as we feed on the last supper. ...
#religion
#zombies
286 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2022 7:33pm
10th Jun 2022 7:33pm
Shaping the future
We sat opposites at a window table
waiting for breakfast after the bed
and for me to speak.
The anaglypta walls still hung to the 70's
as did the wipeable surfaces.
Each setting had an earthenware vase
with a single dusty silk rose
that made me think of teeth
and castanets. I made myself laugh
but only inside.
You were avoiding eyes
as I closed one and lined
the curve of the vase
with the sweep of your hair,
it was a perfect match.
I...
waiting for breakfast after the bed
and for me to speak.
The anaglypta walls still hung to the 70's
as did the wipeable surfaces.
Each setting had an earthenware vase
with a single dusty silk rose
that made me think of teeth
and castanets. I made myself laugh
but only inside.
You were avoiding eyes
as I closed one and lined
the curve of the vase
with the sweep of your hair,
it was a perfect match.
I...
#breakup
323 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2022 11:03pm
6th Jun 2022 11:03pm
Drama
A small boy in black shorts and plimsolls,
shoots roots through a dusty
herring bone floor, and his tree
begins to grow, seeking out the sun.
Peaceful Venus plays a light breeze to
ruffle his leaves as he grows again,
a glorious oak swaying in the wind,
torso twisting with age.
His breast pushes out and hands flap,
fingers flutter, tiny wings hop from branch
to branch inside the large old oak,
the bird reaches the top and through
pursed lips, it chatters its message
to Mercury, and the forest below.
The needle...
shoots roots through a dusty
herring bone floor, and his tree
begins to grow, seeking out the sun.
Peaceful Venus plays a light breeze to
ruffle his leaves as he grows again,
a glorious oak swaying in the wind,
torso twisting with age.
His breast pushes out and hands flap,
fingers flutter, tiny wings hop from branch
to branch inside the large old oak,
the bird reaches the top and through
pursed lips, it chatters its message
to Mercury, and the forest below.
The needle...
#music
#dance
327 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2022 9:12pm
29th May 2022 9:12pm
Ice on fire
I left my words in the ice,
a soft voice for the cold lake to sip
as it listens to the melting shoreline
amongst messages dropped by mountains.
Hard granite ridges shoot shotguns
of evening air into white covered peaks
I hear the sister snow flurries laughing
as they circle inside heavy old clouds.
The bloodshot eye of a vast tired sky
spreads red through its capillaries.
Its pink tongue laps across the lake
for a final drink of the day.
I stop breathing to hear the waters reply
I know the sisters are...
a soft voice for the cold lake to sip
as it listens to the melting shoreline
amongst messages dropped by mountains.
Hard granite ridges shoot shotguns
of evening air into white covered peaks
I hear the sister snow flurries laughing
as they circle inside heavy old clouds.
The bloodshot eye of a vast tired sky
spreads red through its capillaries.
Its pink tongue laps across the lake
for a final drink of the day.
I stop breathing to hear the waters reply
I know the sisters are...
#nature
403 reads
3 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
24th May 2022 8:01pm
24th May 2022 8:01pm
She's over there ( You mean Tilly ?) shut up she's looking over, shit she's coming over. Hi
Wild child of the broken streets
flash mob where the false smiles meet
long hair down over her eyes
never spoke and never tried,
punk rock for the paupers,
disappointments only daughter.
The rain tasted of your name,
swept away with a different strange.
just as they start to believe
you dance away the day with thoughts like thieves.
Headwind of the hurricane,
night riding the slow train,
I saw you in a summer dress
big boots and a frozen...
flash mob where the false smiles meet
long hair down over her eyes
never spoke and never tried,
punk rock for the paupers,
disappointments only daughter.
The rain tasted of your name,
swept away with a different strange.
just as they start to believe
you dance away the day with thoughts like thieves.
Headwind of the hurricane,
night riding the slow train,
I saw you in a summer dress
big boots and a frozen...
#teens
#LifeStruggles
#rebellion
447 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2021 00:22am
8th Oct 2021 00:22am
She's going out
You wipe lipstick
off your teeth
with a finger dipped in gin
I watch ash confetti
fall into the hearth
from your cigarette
as you lean forward
and slide on a red shoe
you spit polished clean.
You smooth yourself thin
by breathing in,
the mirror above the mantle piece
watches your mouth hold a smile
but your reflection won't let
it be happy,
it falls back too quickly
to anxious.
You'll be alright ?
you ask like a statement
and I sigh and draw out a yes...
off your teeth
with a finger dipped in gin
I watch ash confetti
fall into the hearth
from your cigarette
as you lean forward
and slide on a red shoe
you spit polished clean.
You smooth yourself thin
by breathing in,
the mirror above the mantle piece
watches your mouth hold a smile
but your reflection won't let
it be happy,
it falls back too quickly
to anxious.
You'll be alright ?
you ask like a statement
and I sigh and draw out a yes...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#childhood #LifeStruggles
#childhood #LifeStruggles
847 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Oct 2021 9:22pm
6th Oct 2021 9:22pm
Nip and Tuck
He was waiting for her
in the apartment,
smart suited enough
to know about property.
The rain hadn't stopped,
Claire burst through the door
as colourful as her language.
Jesus Christ I'm soaked.
This friggin dump better be worth it.
Oh wow, she forgot the rain
forgot her wet clothes.
Its fabulous, can we take it?
I haven't shown you the rest
of the place yet, he laughed.
Reaching for a bottle of champagne
and two glasses, he followed her into the bedroom.
A toast to our meeting place.
Oh you are...
in the apartment,
smart suited enough
to know about property.
The rain hadn't stopped,
Claire burst through the door
as colourful as her language.
Jesus Christ I'm soaked.
This friggin dump better be worth it.
Oh wow, she forgot the rain
forgot her wet clothes.
Its fabulous, can we take it?
I haven't shown you the rest
of the place yet, he laughed.
Reaching for a bottle of champagne
and two glasses, he followed her into the bedroom.
A toast to our meeting place.
Oh you are...
#BDSM
#evil
389 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2021 10:29pm
5th Oct 2021 10:29pm
Falling off the shoulders of giants
You can find Jack
off the main drag,
in some late bar
that smells of pizza,
TV turned up too loud,
beers stains on his belly.
He shouts at strangers
tells them his problems
tries to sell his magic beans,
they nod because they know
what he means.
He pawned the golden eggs
left by his mother,
for drinking money
and rolled up cigarettes'
sleeps under the damp
leaves of an abandoned
beanstalk.
Afraid of being eaten
by unfamiliar spaces
he only speaks to giants
mostly in...
off the main drag,
in some late bar
that smells of pizza,
TV turned up too loud,
beers stains on his belly.
He shouts at strangers
tells them his problems
tries to sell his magic beans,
they nod because they know
what he means.
He pawned the golden eggs
left by his mother,
for drinking money
and rolled up cigarettes'
sleeps under the damp
leaves of an abandoned
beanstalk.
Afraid of being eaten
by unfamiliar spaces
he only speaks to giants
mostly in...
#addiction
#MentalHealth
374 reads
2 Comments
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