Submissions by Ruddapoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Performer, Writer and Poet
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2017 2:04am
27th Jul 2017 2:04am
In Rain and Mud
The name will never change
the directions of the clouds
or the color of the heart.
Promises will for ever remain in ever
not finding the holes to grow a pot hole.
The bridge between this will neither crack
not feel any weight even when we fall on the bed
and call it our ground.
Glints of sensation shall explore these skies
and bind the colors of the rainbow;
Togetherー
the name will echo in echoes
itch and even stitch.
Night will be of splendor
as I shade in a shadow of grandeur,
tiny explosions shall reveal its...
the directions of the clouds
or the color of the heart.
Promises will for ever remain in ever
not finding the holes to grow a pot hole.
The bridge between this will neither crack
not feel any weight even when we fall on the bed
and call it our ground.
Glints of sensation shall explore these skies
and bind the colors of the rainbow;
Togetherー
the name will echo in echoes
itch and even stitch.
Night will be of splendor
as I shade in a shadow of grandeur,
tiny explosions shall reveal its...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2017 10:17pm
6th Jul 2017 10:17pm
On-locks
Do not lock my heart with your key
This boat will shrivel and wet our fear
On this waters, diving in it will be a honey and a bee.
I am a sailor whose soul is the fee
The goal is a love which we would share.
Do not lock my heart with your key
The nights, the cold, those ones with only me
peering through crescent storms I always bear,
on this waters, diving in it will be honey and a bee.
Open your heart for me, open up your sea
Let me rest my head, let me fit the chair.
Do not lock my heart with your key.
I...
This boat will shrivel and wet our fear
On this waters, diving in it will be a honey and a bee.
I am a sailor whose soul is the fee
The goal is a love which we would share.
Do not lock my heart with your key
The nights, the cold, those ones with only me
peering through crescent storms I always bear,
on this waters, diving in it will be honey and a bee.
Open your heart for me, open up your sea
Let me rest my head, let me fit the chair.
Do not lock my heart with your key.
I...
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Jul 2017 00:55am
5th Jul 2017 00:55am
Trees
In the 8th year of the millennium era, the month of the visiting rains, the winds were unfolded by the sun, the morning betrayed the night to come too soon, this day was a plea from a day before, and James and Anne were still friends. Beside their friendship was tree that existed before metals choose to take the form of seats,
a book would now flip
its barren pages with words.
she called history.
a book would now flip
its barren pages with words.
she called history.
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2017 11:43pm
4th Jul 2017 11:43pm
Some blankets are me
Some blankets have lived through time
edging their warmth in the deep coves of the heart,
covering the bright lights in the big cities
to cause fear and pain
to make joy look insane.
I have found comfort in its name
some come with dreams, hope and light
only to my eyes, heart and skin.
Who else would want that to go?
Some blankets have lived only to induce sorrow
to undergo the horror of changing colors
first they're bright and hold any light
but they reason for which they live
is like the sea in the hands of a child. ...
edging their warmth in the deep coves of the heart,
covering the bright lights in the big cities
to cause fear and pain
to make joy look insane.
I have found comfort in its name
some come with dreams, hope and light
only to my eyes, heart and skin.
Who else would want that to go?
Some blankets have lived only to induce sorrow
to undergo the horror of changing colors
first they're bright and hold any light
but they reason for which they live
is like the sea in the hands of a child. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jul 2017 4:34pm
4th Jul 2017 4:34pm
When I ever fall in love
When I ever fall in love
it will be a sweet rhythm dancing to my feet
it will tickle my laughter to carve smiles on my joy.
Whenever I think of you it will be blue
like the sky I'd feel so high
levitating amongst the clouds that you exist without time.
I will be an empty cup filling with you,
drowning in you and sinking with life jackets
in the open sea beneath your chest.
I will have nights decorated with moon that takes your shape,
Silhouette of you centered like music in the sun.
When I ever fall in love
no poetry will be enough...
it will be a sweet rhythm dancing to my feet
it will tickle my laughter to carve smiles on my joy.
Whenever I think of you it will be blue
like the sky I'd feel so high
levitating amongst the clouds that you exist without time.
I will be an empty cup filling with you,
drowning in you and sinking with life jackets
in the open sea beneath your chest.
I will have nights decorated with moon that takes your shape,
Silhouette of you centered like music in the sun.
When I ever fall in love
no poetry will be enough...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2014 9:42am
14th Oct 2014 9:42am
Love Backward pt II (Unfinished)
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2014 4:20pm
10th Oct 2014 4:20pm
THE LAST RAINS
The music upholding the deep counters
beat after beat
drop after drop
my disturbing mind is illuminated with the sound of its unsinkable thirst
down it goes
through the holes
March across notes and music, rhythmic applause and faint chants
clap and clap
sound and sound
where mother warns my clothes to stay tuck and not too wet
splash splash splash.
I cannot tell the line dividing the blue and green
but nature is here and holds along a sky
where it bears children that sing the songs
songs of birth, anew to death
Healing wounds and...
beat after beat
drop after drop
my disturbing mind is illuminated with the sound of its unsinkable thirst
down it goes
through the holes
March across notes and music, rhythmic applause and faint chants
clap and clap
sound and sound
where mother warns my clothes to stay tuck and not too wet
splash splash splash.
I cannot tell the line dividing the blue and green
but nature is here and holds along a sky
where it bears children that sing the songs
songs of birth, anew to death
Healing wounds and...
535 reads
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