Submissions by SaloKaviar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Aug 2017 1:14pm
24th Aug 2017 1:14pm
The Garden
I try to find a path
Through the overgrowing trees
That will take me to a place
Where I can find some peace
Yet I find no comfort
When I make this journey
Like some distant memory
Which cannot be revived
For the past
Cannot bring back the dead
So I am truly alone
As I walk
Through a garden of pain.
Through the overgrowing trees
That will take me to a place
Where I can find some peace
Yet I find no comfort
When I make this journey
Like some distant memory
Which cannot be revived
For the past
Cannot bring back the dead
So I am truly alone
As I walk
Through a garden of pain.
#memories
536 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 2:43pm
18th Apr 2016 2:43pm
Madeira
Garden isle of the vast ocean shimmering.
She swims naked in celestial turquoise waves,
The stout ink of twilight effervescent in spring,
Wild in transient waters, deep volcanic caves.
From sugary white mountain tops, so high,
To lush emerald cloud forests in the vale,
Sweet malmsey wine permeates the sapphire sky,
As fishing vessels from Funchal set sail.
She swims naked in celestial turquoise waves,
The stout ink of twilight effervescent in spring,
Wild in transient waters, deep volcanic caves.
From sugary white mountain tops, so high,
To lush emerald cloud forests in the vale,
Sweet malmsey wine permeates the sapphire sky,
As fishing vessels from Funchal set sail.
661 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Apr 2016 3:50pm
13th Apr 2016 3:50pm
H-bomb
A flash of white heat chars the steel city streets,
And melts the eyes like blue glass in fire rain.
The dust of death falls like grey satin sheets;
Kills the lifeless sun under human remains.
And melts the eyes like blue glass in fire rain.
The dust of death falls like grey satin sheets;
Kills the lifeless sun under human remains.
711 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Mar 2016 4:07pm
29th Mar 2016 4:07pm
Coffee Shop
Thick knob of English butter melting on a hot toasted teacake,
Petite young waitress bent over the counter,
Her playful smile so teasing;
Fizzing with radiance;
Like a lamb in spring.
I could smell her innocence.
Something about those cute cotton ankle socks;
The way she flicked her long black hair;
The way her derriere looked so appetizing,
As I slurped my frothy cappuccino.
She must have been half my age...
Petite young waitress bent over the counter,
Her playful smile so teasing;
Fizzing with radiance;
Like a lamb in spring.
I could smell her innocence.
Something about those cute cotton ankle socks;
The way she flicked her long black hair;
The way her derriere looked so appetizing,
As I slurped my frothy cappuccino.
She must have been half my age...
617 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2016 3:24pm
12th Mar 2016 3:24pm
Something in the air
Something in the air
The news cycle of violence
Populist leaders gaining ground
Divisive forces at work
Turning one against the other
Censorship increasing
Police militarization
Tear gas
Feeling of insecurity
On the periphery of society
Job cuts
Wage reduction
political rhetoric intoxicating.
The news cycle of violence
Populist leaders gaining ground
Divisive forces at work
Turning one against the other
Censorship increasing
Police militarization
Tear gas
Feeling of insecurity
On the periphery of society
Job cuts
Wage reduction
political rhetoric intoxicating.
777 reads
2 Comments
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