Submissions by Seed
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poems are all over the map, mostly free verse. Influenced by everything I see, hear, and read. Don't know what I'm doing, but love doing it! Joined a couple of poetry groups & try to attend workshops to become a better writer. All just for fun!
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2024 1:20am
12th Nov 2024 1:20am
That Stunning Mystery
Staring at a blank page.
The pen is ready,
sitting on "G' waiting of "O".
My head is spinning,
trying to chart a path through
my cluttered thoughts.
Trying to spin poetry from
threads of thought,
weave words together
into some form of seamless cloth
with pleasing patterns
that evoke sounds of music.
Something from nothing is the result
of the dreamer's disease.
Syllables in a word soup and salad
topped with a cream sauce
and seasoned to taste.
A wastepaper...
The pen is ready,
sitting on "G' waiting of "O".
My head is spinning,
trying to chart a path through
my cluttered thoughts.
Trying to spin poetry from
threads of thought,
weave words together
into some form of seamless cloth
with pleasing patterns
that evoke sounds of music.
Something from nothing is the result
of the dreamer's disease.
Syllables in a word soup and salad
topped with a cream sauce
and seasoned to taste.
A wastepaper...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2024 7:07pm
25th Oct 2024 7:07pm
Incompatible
i want to know all your secrets
but you remain so distant
as you walk through my fire
on eggshells and broken glass.
You're not made for crying
and I don't understand
as I stumble through your dreams.
Somewhere in the future
or somewhere in the never,
but for now, the difference is the pain.
Our love slightly fades
without a tear or a smile
the way the summer herds
begin to leave the plains
when water starts to recede
and we are the craggy rocks
baking on the shore
beneath the...
but you remain so distant
as you walk through my fire
on eggshells and broken glass.
You're not made for crying
and I don't understand
as I stumble through your dreams.
Somewhere in the future
or somewhere in the never,
but for now, the difference is the pain.
Our love slightly fades
without a tear or a smile
the way the summer herds
begin to leave the plains
when water starts to recede
and we are the craggy rocks
baking on the shore
beneath the...
#heartbroken
#LifeAsAWriter
#love #sadness
#love #sadness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2024 1:31am
12th Oct 2024 1:31am
Never
That concert you didn't attend, and it became a fabled classic
That art you never saw hanging on the museum wall that would have opened your eyes to so much more
The meal you didn't eat at the fancy restaurant that would have been the best you'd ever eaten
That woman you saw on the busy city street only for a moment, but you knew there was instant chemistry there and life with her would be amazing, but you continued on your way, and she kept walking in the other direction
The perfect son or daughter you never had and the love, the laughter, and the heartache they'd provide...
That art you never saw hanging on the museum wall that would have opened your eyes to so much more
The meal you didn't eat at the fancy restaurant that would have been the best you'd ever eaten
That woman you saw on the busy city street only for a moment, but you knew there was instant chemistry there and life with her would be amazing, but you continued on your way, and she kept walking in the other direction
The perfect son or daughter you never had and the love, the laughter, and the heartache they'd provide...
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
95 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2024 8:30pm
27th Aug 2024 8:30pm
Sunlight at Just the Right Angle
I looked at an old man and thought
he looks grizzled and tired,
frustrated and irritated at what the world
has become and what he has turned into,
about what he's lost over the years
and of all the women he could have had.
He knows now all is vanity and that he's got
more years behind him than in front of him.
It's a bittersweet surrender.
He still carries a heavy weight
of pain and regret,
and he needs to somehow
let it go.
He looks wrinkled and worn.
He looks aged and if the sunlight shines on him
at just the right...
he looks grizzled and tired,
frustrated and irritated at what the world
has become and what he has turned into,
about what he's lost over the years
and of all the women he could have had.
He knows now all is vanity and that he's got
more years behind him than in front of him.
It's a bittersweet surrender.
He still carries a heavy weight
of pain and regret,
and he needs to somehow
let it go.
He looks wrinkled and worn.
He looks aged and if the sunlight shines on him
at just the right...
#aging
#death
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Aug 2024 5:04pm
10th Aug 2024 5:04pm
Days Without Rain
In the days without rain
the pond is down.
The few trees that grow in it
bear witness to what the waterline
used to be.
Dragonflies while the day away
pretending to be acrobats
performing aerial feats for each other.
An occasional breeze sways the small stand
of cattails that grow near the edge.
Their mint-green leaves, long knives,
firm as canvas sails full of wind
on yacht race day.
A young frog sits in the shallows,
three-quarters submerged,
a meniscus outlines his exposed body.
He is still as...
the pond is down.
The few trees that grow in it
bear witness to what the waterline
used to be.
Dragonflies while the day away
pretending to be acrobats
performing aerial feats for each other.
An occasional breeze sways the small stand
of cattails that grow near the edge.
Their mint-green leaves, long knives,
firm as canvas sails full of wind
on yacht race day.
A young frog sits in the shallows,
three-quarters submerged,
a meniscus outlines his exposed body.
He is still as...
#animals
#fish
#nature
#trees
#water
113 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jul 2024 1:46pm
16th Jul 2024 1:46pm
The Clotilda (A Day in the Swamp)
When the darkness of my night
provides no shelter from my storms,
I'll use my sunshine to spend a day in the swamp,
to wash my blues away clear to the ocean.
I'll make ripples in the water
on a borrowed boat
running the banks and
exploring the feeder creeks,
while turtles dive from their logs and
alligators smile as they slide into the murky water.
But you'll never see the Clotilda,
not even at low tide
I'll watch tiny orchids bloom,
talk to the cypress trees,
listen to...
provides no shelter from my storms,
I'll use my sunshine to spend a day in the swamp,
to wash my blues away clear to the ocean.
I'll make ripples in the water
on a borrowed boat
running the banks and
exploring the feeder creeks,
while turtles dive from their logs and
alligators smile as they slide into the murky water.
But you'll never see the Clotilda,
not even at low tide
I'll watch tiny orchids bloom,
talk to the cypress trees,
listen to...
#animals
#flowers
#nature
#river
#water
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jul 2024 12:25pm
16th Jul 2024 12:25pm
You Live in Me
You live in me
In thought and memory
Not trapped in a six by nine concrete cell
But rather isolated in my mental jail
Doing all the things you used to do
You smile at me and I miss you
I put on a show and lie by telling everyone that I'm fine
In reality, I know I'd be worse off if you were still mine
So, I'll leave you dancing on the bed
Reliving those moments burned in my head
I lay down and often pray
For those images to fade away
But over and over they continue to play
Somehow knowing I...
In thought and memory
Not trapped in a six by nine concrete cell
But rather isolated in my mental jail
Doing all the things you used to do
You smile at me and I miss you
I put on a show and lie by telling everyone that I'm fine
In reality, I know I'd be worse off if you were still mine
So, I'll leave you dancing on the bed
Reliving those moments burned in my head
I lay down and often pray
For those images to fade away
But over and over they continue to play
Somehow knowing I...
#dreams
#love
#lover
110 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Mar 2024 3:03pm
19th Mar 2024 3:03pm
Desire
Sunday school drifted away as he looked at her. She was his forbidden fruit. He wanted her more than anything else in this world. His mind was transported to fantasy. He wanted her to relax in the bath. He ran warm water in the clawfoot tub. He poured in some Madagascar vanilla, seasoned it with coriander and lime; cedar, sandalwood, and exotic spices from far away lands until it smelled like a thousand flowers from the garden of Eden.
Suddenly someone was calling his name. "Adam, I'll ask you again, what was the first sin?" asked the preacher. "Desire." he answered....
Suddenly someone was calling his name. "Adam, I'll ask you again, what was the first sin?" asked the preacher. "Desire." he answered....
#love
#lust
#erotic
216 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Mar 2024 2:25am
4th Mar 2024 2:25am
House Rules
Me: No underwear on the table.
Her: Always wear a shirt to dinner.
Me: No figernail clippings left on the bathroom counter.
Her: Always clean the toilet after every use.
Me: I'll take out the trash.
Her: I'll wash the dishes if you wash the pots and pans.
Me: Always kiss me goodnight.
Her: Don't steal the covers.
Confessions:
Her: I'm not very good at following rules.
Me: I'll always love you no matter what.
Her: Always wear a shirt to dinner.
Me: No figernail clippings left on the bathroom counter.
Her: Always clean the toilet after every use.
Me: I'll take out the trash.
Her: I'll wash the dishes if you wash the pots and pans.
Me: Always kiss me goodnight.
Her: Don't steal the covers.
Confessions:
Her: I'm not very good at following rules.
Me: I'll always love you no matter what.
#love
195 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2023 6:22pm
15th Nov 2023 6:22pm
Post Mortem
I would like to die in my sleep,
peaceful rest becoming eternity.
But then again,
I'd like for them to find me
with a half-eaten turkey sandwich
still in my mouth:
rotisserie roasted turkey
on artisan sourdough
or Jewish rye bread,
with slices of heirloom tomatoes,
strips of thick cut bacon,
mayo and alfalfa sprouts
instead of lettuce.
They will all lament that
I didn't get to finish such
a delicious sandwich.
Then they will examine
my body and they will see
battle scars long since healed
and...
peaceful rest becoming eternity.
But then again,
I'd like for them to find me
with a half-eaten turkey sandwich
still in my mouth:
rotisserie roasted turkey
on artisan sourdough
or Jewish rye bread,
with slices of heirloom tomatoes,
strips of thick cut bacon,
mayo and alfalfa sprouts
instead of lettuce.
They will all lament that
I didn't get to finish such
a delicious sandwich.
Then they will examine
my body and they will see
battle scars long since healed
and...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
171 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2023 2:14am
13th Oct 2023 2:14am
Southern Accent
When she opens her mouth to speak
she goes from zero right to cornbread.
She unintentionally stresses the long "I" in words,
like "right" "night" and "Sprite".
Her southern accent sounds like
she should be barefoot and pregnant,
with a tow-head knee baby and a
dirty-faced lap baby,
living out past the suburbs in an
unincorporated part of the county,
like she lives in a beat up single-wide
house-trailer that has well water and
a screen door that never closes all the way,
and a junk car up...
she goes from zero right to cornbread.
She unintentionally stresses the long "I" in words,
like "right" "night" and "Sprite".
Her southern accent sounds like
she should be barefoot and pregnant,
with a tow-head knee baby and a
dirty-faced lap baby,
living out past the suburbs in an
unincorporated part of the county,
like she lives in a beat up single-wide
house-trailer that has well water and
a screen door that never closes all the way,
and a junk car up...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#poverty #tradition
#poverty #tradition
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Sep 2023 10:33am
27th Sep 2023 10:33am
The Bombay Bicycle Club
It's the Bombay bicycle club's monthly outing
Shall we be going then? Cheerio!
Ring! Ring! Pedal, pedal.
And we're off!
Everyone stay together now!
Everyone form a que!
That's it, single file. Very good!
Ring! Ring! Pedal, pedal
Spokes spinning, wheels rolling 'round and 'round.
Go Go Goa is a tropical dream.
A wonderful day at the beach.
This is Kipling's India.
It's a magical time.
Wire-rimmed glasses and perfect mustaches.
Men in boulder hats.
Women in wide-brim straw.
Ring! Ring! Passing on the...
Shall we be going then? Cheerio!
Ring! Ring! Pedal, pedal.
And we're off!
Everyone stay together now!
Everyone form a que!
That's it, single file. Very good!
Ring! Ring! Pedal, pedal
Spokes spinning, wheels rolling 'round and 'round.
Go Go Goa is a tropical dream.
A wonderful day at the beach.
This is Kipling's India.
It's a magical time.
Wire-rimmed glasses and perfect mustaches.
Men in boulder hats.
Women in wide-brim straw.
Ring! Ring! Passing on the...
#dreams
#beach
#summer
#holiday
#travel
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