Submissions by SarahhhD
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jul 2011 11:30pm
19th Jul 2011 11:30pm
Margaret River
The airport swallowed me up and spatme out.
Twenty-three hours, nine thousandmiles.
Greenery, waves, seasons
reversed…rain.
Surf, sun, friends and lovers.
Airport goodbyes;
Watching a plane on a map
Grow further from one home, and closerto another.
Twenty-three hours, nine thousandmiles.
Greenery, waves, seasons
reversed…rain.
Surf, sun, friends and lovers.
Airport goodbyes;
Watching a plane on a map
Grow further from one home, and closerto another.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2011 4:00pm
14th May 2011 4:00pm
An Owl
An Owl
Talons sink intorotting bark
As he clasps thebranches of the tallest tree.
His yellow eyessit in a sepia mask of feathers,
Glazed,
Like pools ofhoney drowningebony pupils…
A sharpened beaklies straight between them, pointing
Down to the uneasyground, where creatures
Fester, crawl andsquirm.
Tawny wings areraised,
And in a second heplunges
Downwards
And shrieks.
The panicked massof fur scurries
Through the dirt,
And talons pluckfrom the earth,
Sink into blood-stickysides.
Back on his perch,he waits like...
Talons sink intorotting bark
As he clasps thebranches of the tallest tree.
His yellow eyessit in a sepia mask of feathers,
Glazed,
Like pools ofhoney drowningebony pupils…
A sharpened beaklies straight between them, pointing
Down to the uneasyground, where creatures
Fester, crawl andsquirm.
Tawny wings areraised,
And in a second heplunges
Downwards
And shrieks.
The panicked massof fur scurries
Through the dirt,
And talons pluckfrom the earth,
Sink into blood-stickysides.
Back on his perch,he waits like...
886 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2011 00:50am
16th Mar 2011 00:50am
Untitled Ballad
Voluminous hair is subtly fake,
And perfect slap
caked on galore,
With her tower-high heels she gracefully staggers
Loves playing the perfect young whore.
The night is a pageant, a wonderful chance,
To show the boys how she canmove,
A beautiful throwaway princess surrenders,
A princess with nothing to lose.
She’s done it; she’s captured the heart of her suitor,
The ultimate feminine goal,
When his hands clutch her thigh, with a moan and a sigh,
He’s soothing her womanly soul.
Her rose-tinted eyes are caressing her prince,...
And perfect slap
caked on galore,
With her tower-high heels she gracefully staggers
Loves playing the perfect young whore.
The night is a pageant, a wonderful chance,
To show the boys how she canmove,
A beautiful throwaway princess surrenders,
A princess with nothing to lose.
She’s done it; she’s captured the heart of her suitor,
The ultimate feminine goal,
When his hands clutch her thigh, with a moan and a sigh,
He’s soothing her womanly soul.
Her rose-tinted eyes are caressing her prince,...
748 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2011 00:48am
16th Mar 2011 00:48am
An Arctic Mother
She wakes from her extended slumber,
blinks
As eyes they glisten under freezing sun
And glacial air seeps through her frosted lungs.
The icy wilderness remains unchanged,
That vacant frozen desert that so chills
The bone that lays beneath her milky coat.
Gentle paws of infants timid to touch
The thick white cloak that holds their tiny lives
Balanced, in those cold foreboding hands.
Living, dying, to flourish or to fall
Rests on strong maternal shoulders, searching
For food, or hope, on...
blinks
As eyes they glisten under freezing sun
And glacial air seeps through her frosted lungs.
The icy wilderness remains unchanged,
That vacant frozen desert that so chills
The bone that lays beneath her milky coat.
Gentle paws of infants timid to touch
The thick white cloak that holds their tiny lives
Balanced, in those cold foreboding hands.
Living, dying, to flourish or to fall
Rests on strong maternal shoulders, searching
For food, or hope, on...
754 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2010 9:30pm
15th Oct 2010 9:30pm
Natural Fiction
We think, for aninstant
That the lights andthe sights are the unmissables,
The unforgettableunmistakables whose conceited caresses light a puppet show of splendour,
Of glamour and awe.
Landmarks,
And wonders
Scatter the lands withtheir overrated allure,
And giddy grandeur,
The hundred or sowonders of a disappointing world.
Nature,
Lulls susceptiblehearts into its careful trap,
A mirage of beauty, adreamy flawless nirvana
Making lost soulsfollow,
Slowly losing more ofthemselves than that with which they started,
Their eyes...
That the lights andthe sights are the unmissables,
The unforgettableunmistakables whose conceited caresses light a puppet show of splendour,
Of glamour and awe.
Landmarks,
And wonders
Scatter the lands withtheir overrated allure,
And giddy grandeur,
The hundred or sowonders of a disappointing world.
Nature,
Lulls susceptiblehearts into its careful trap,
A mirage of beauty, adreamy flawless nirvana
Making lost soulsfollow,
Slowly losing more ofthemselves than that with which they started,
Their eyes...
769 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2010 5:11pm
8th Jun 2010 5:11pm
The Mask
Streaming mascara and a crumbling porcelain demeanor,
Runs from her empty eyes, caressing her listless lips
Slowly stripping her soulless mind.
Her beauty, her shallow trophy, once stood tall,
But now slowly crumbles from its colossal behemoth,
The tragic but inevitable metamorphosis
For a lingering soul, a shattered self.
No longer does her heart beat,
Her blood is stationary and her body lifeless.
Racing pulses and feverish flushing are her past,
No longer do they exist for her.
She is drained, consumed, empty.
The melancholic...
Runs from her empty eyes, caressing her listless lips
Slowly stripping her soulless mind.
Her beauty, her shallow trophy, once stood tall,
But now slowly crumbles from its colossal behemoth,
The tragic but inevitable metamorphosis
For a lingering soul, a shattered self.
No longer does her heart beat,
Her blood is stationary and her body lifeless.
Racing pulses and feverish flushing are her past,
No longer do they exist for her.
She is drained, consumed, empty.
The melancholic...
746 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2010 1:12pm
15th Mar 2010 1:12pm
Unnamed
The breeze whispers through the ears of thin air,
caressing with its subtle hands the sullen faces of the oblivious souls
trickling steadily down a familiar concrete Amazon.
Feet patter as minds wander,
wander to a world more wonderful than that the feet will ever set foot.
A world where unimaginable colours glisten softly,
as though reflecting the delicate eyes of an angel, an immortal body,
a content and quietly existing being.
It is more, more than just a colour
as here, every person is more than just the merely mortal label slapped upon their...
caressing with its subtle hands the sullen faces of the oblivious souls
trickling steadily down a familiar concrete Amazon.
Feet patter as minds wander,
wander to a world more wonderful than that the feet will ever set foot.
A world where unimaginable colours glisten softly,
as though reflecting the delicate eyes of an angel, an immortal body,
a content and quietly existing being.
It is more, more than just a colour
as here, every person is more than just the merely mortal label slapped upon their...
1024 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2010 00:44am
5th Mar 2010 00:44am
No name as of yet!
He swims through the crowd,
sorrowfully solitary in his infected mind of isolated despair
Less than a face in a crowd,
a generic, yet unacceptable blur
blemishing the perfection of the masses, the majority vote, the social norm.
Babbling aimlessly wandering down his lonely path,
they turn away.
His mind is weak and diseased with incompetent insanity,
and will not be salvaged by the disgusted bodies turned away from his own.
No smiles meet his own,
but glances of contempt and cruel laughter are thrown upon his mad grin,
like a blow from a sane...
sorrowfully solitary in his infected mind of isolated despair
Less than a face in a crowd,
a generic, yet unacceptable blur
blemishing the perfection of the masses, the majority vote, the social norm.
Babbling aimlessly wandering down his lonely path,
they turn away.
His mind is weak and diseased with incompetent insanity,
and will not be salvaged by the disgusted bodies turned away from his own.
No smiles meet his own,
but glances of contempt and cruel laughter are thrown upon his mad grin,
like a blow from a sane...
700 reads
3 Comments
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