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!
LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2020 2:01pm
26th May 2020 2:01pm
Luck - Fate - Chance - Life
After a while relationships run their course
Love, like a car, runs out of fuel
The empty light comes on
To let us know
It's over
First the feelings, then the memories
Begin to fade
But I wanted a chance
Just to see her
If I could
One in a million, just maybe
She would be out working in her garden,
Walking her dog,
Standing in the yard talking to her neighbor,
Checking the mail
A chance to see her
From a distance,
But all was still, there was
No sign of life
As I drove slowly past the house ...
Love, like a car, runs out of fuel
The empty light comes on
To let us know
It's over
First the feelings, then the memories
Begin to fade
But I wanted a chance
Just to see her
If I could
One in a million, just maybe
She would be out working in her garden,
Walking her dog,
Standing in the yard talking to her neighbor,
Checking the mail
A chance to see her
From a distance,
But all was still, there was
No sign of life
As I drove slowly past the house ...
#sadness
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#LifeStruggles
50 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2020 3:57pm
22nd May 2020 3:57pm
Finding Joy
We live where thieves break in
Where moths and rust corrupts
Yet we stack and store
Forgetting that this life
Is passing away
Oh how we enjoy the hunt,
The pursuit, the chase,
The desire, the longing,
The "if only".
And when our dreams become reality
We are never satisfied.
There's always the need
For something more,
The next beautiful thing,
We want something else,
Something different, something shiny,
Something unique, something rare.
If we could only learn to be truly happy,
To be content,
To...
Where moths and rust corrupts
Yet we stack and store
Forgetting that this life
Is passing away
Oh how we enjoy the hunt,
The pursuit, the chase,
The desire, the longing,
The "if only".
And when our dreams become reality
We are never satisfied.
There's always the need
For something more,
The next beautiful thing,
We want something else,
Something different, something shiny,
Something unique, something rare.
If we could only learn to be truly happy,
To be content,
To...
#happiness
#LifeStruggles
42 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2020 2:37am
20th May 2020 2:37am
Love Is Complicated
Love is complicated
It is harder than it looks
Like cooking dinner
Multi-tasking
Trying to get everything
Finished cooking at the same time
Trying not to burn the house down
Hoping everything turns out perfect
A romantic dinner for two by candlelight
A fan in an open kitchen window
Trying to get the last of the smoke out
Mad about mistakes
Then later, laughing about the mistakes
Yeah, love is a lot like that
It is harder than it looks
Like cooking dinner
Multi-tasking
Trying to get everything
Finished cooking at the same time
Trying not to burn the house down
Hoping everything turns out perfect
A romantic dinner for two by candlelight
A fan in an open kitchen window
Trying to get the last of the smoke out
Mad about mistakes
Then later, laughing about the mistakes
Yeah, love is a lot like that
#love
#LifeStruggles
43 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd May 2020 1:58am
3rd May 2020 1:58am
Blue Canoe
Beside the pond lays a blue canoe, resting and waiting. Waiting on a boy who went off to become a man; the same boy who paddled to the middle of the pond and stood up to cast his lure far across the water where a fish effortlessly hovers in the shady water. Motionless the fish waits for the boy to cast the lure which will land with a splash and get his attention. The same fish that with a swish of his tail will shoot to the top of the water and opening his mouth wide will suck in the lure as he launches himself out of the water and into the air quickly arcing sideways to the right and then...
#love
#family
#memories
53 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2020 3:47pm
29th Apr 2020 3:47pm
Taking the Dog Out
Slipping on shoes
Means its time to go out
The dog responds on cue
I walk into the yard
And stand in the sun
Hear random tweets
From unseen birds
While others sing
Their songs
Off in the woods
Crows call and caw
A woodpecker drums
Out his cadence
On the side
Of a dead tree
As the dog marks
His territory standing
On three legs
Then takes the slack
Out of the leash
Yawns and looks
Back at me
Yes, it is time
To go back inside
To be lazy once again
In the quiet house
Means its time to go out
The dog responds on cue
I walk into the yard
And stand in the sun
Hear random tweets
From unseen birds
While others sing
Their songs
Off in the woods
Crows call and caw
A woodpecker drums
Out his cadence
On the side
Of a dead tree
As the dog marks
His territory standing
On three legs
Then takes the slack
Out of the leash
Yawns and looks
Back at me
Yes, it is time
To go back inside
To be lazy once again
In the quiet house
#home
#dogs
#sun
#birds
#silence
41 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Apr 2020 6:07pm
28th Apr 2020 6:07pm
Ethics Involved with Independence
Consider the order of operations
In a math nobody understands
In 1985 Daniel Johnston
Said Hi, how are you?
He was crazy enough
To be on MTV
An outsider in lo-fi alternative
In 1990 Daniel Johnston
Was schizophrenic
He threw the keys out
Of his father’s plane
And they crashed
He was involuntarily committed
To a mental hospital
In 1993 Kurt Cobain
Was crazy enough
To often wear Johnston’s
Alien frog shirt
He struggled with addiction,
Depression and fame
In 1994 Cobain was found dead
A...
In a math nobody understands
In 1985 Daniel Johnston
Said Hi, how are you?
He was crazy enough
To be on MTV
An outsider in lo-fi alternative
In 1990 Daniel Johnston
Was schizophrenic
He threw the keys out
Of his father’s plane
And they crashed
He was involuntarily committed
To a mental hospital
In 1993 Kurt Cobain
Was crazy enough
To often wear Johnston’s
Alien frog shirt
He struggled with addiction,
Depression and fame
In 1994 Cobain was found dead
A...
#LifeStruggles
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0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2020 2:23pm
21st Apr 2020 2:23pm
Dreamcatcher
Will there be anybody there to catch me when I fall?
Cause I’m not perfect and I’ve been falling for such a long time
I want a dreamcatcher to get tangled up in
To catch me and save me from my sin
Cause I’m not perfect and I don’t know how to be,
Though I’ve tried for years and I stumble and I fall
I love God and I still do bad things
I fall so far, so fast and land so hard
I pick myself up, but I want a dreamcatcher
Something to catch me, to stop my fall
Cause I’m tired of falling
I’m tired of calling, on...
Cause I’m not perfect and I’ve been falling for such a long time
I want a dreamcatcher to get tangled up in
To catch me and save me from my sin
Cause I’m not perfect and I don’t know how to be,
Though I’ve tried for years and I stumble and I fall
I love God and I still do bad things
I fall so far, so fast and land so hard
I pick myself up, but I want a dreamcatcher
Something to catch me, to stop my fall
Cause I’m tired of falling
I’m tired of calling, on...
#LifeStruggles
#faith
#spiritual
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0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2020 6:08pm
19th Apr 2020 6:08pm
Getting Old
Late in the evening,
When it is still too early to be called night
Everything has become darker,
Even my thoughts
The world filling in the spaces,
Knowing that any shade will do
The light having found a hiding place
I sit in silence and remember every debt I owe
The sorrow and the pain
The bruises and the scars
My life has no spare parts,
Only damage and debris from wreckage
Bent and broken pieces thrown in the trunk
The patches wouldn't hold
There was never enough
Bondo to fill the depressions
That’s why I...
When it is still too early to be called night
Everything has become darker,
Even my thoughts
The world filling in the spaces,
Knowing that any shade will do
The light having found a hiding place
I sit in silence and remember every debt I owe
The sorrow and the pain
The bruises and the scars
My life has no spare parts,
Only damage and debris from wreckage
Bent and broken pieces thrown in the trunk
The patches wouldn't hold
There was never enough
Bondo to fill the depressions
That’s why I...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
67 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Apr 2020 5:24pm
15th Apr 2020 5:24pm
Six feet Away
We heard about it first on the news one day
A virus from bats in China so far away
But it was them not us, no need to worry
Then it reached our shore in a hurry
We didn’t need to be six feet away
We lived life normal as we always had
But that was before things really turned bad
She was a nurse and could be exposed
I might get it or all of us I supposed
We started staying six feet away
She went to work on the front line
Nurses could be exposed at any time
We hoped this coronavirus wouldn’t last
In the meantime, we...
A virus from bats in China so far away
But it was them not us, no need to worry
Then it reached our shore in a hurry
We didn’t need to be six feet away
We lived life normal as we always had
But that was before things really turned bad
She was a nurse and could be exposed
I might get it or all of us I supposed
We started staying six feet away
She went to work on the front line
Nurses could be exposed at any time
We hoped this coronavirus wouldn’t last
In the meantime, we...
#death
#illness
79 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Apr 2020 8:13pm
13th Apr 2020 8:13pm
Bio
So, you want some sort of bio, and for what? Do you want to learn more about me, my past? Do you what to know who I am, what I think and why? Do you believe there is some secret to be uncovered? Well, I’ll tell you a secret. Everybody lives an interesting life. Yes everybody. We all live an interesting life to each other though it may seem mundane to us, it is quite interesting to others. Then in the end, we all die. That’s how life is for all of us. There’s nothing fair about it, that’s just how it goes.
Okay, so you’re interested in me, in my life. Well then, let me tell you. I...
Okay, so you’re interested in me, in my life. Well then, let me tell you. I...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
75 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2020 10:51pm
8th Apr 2020 10:51pm
Angina
My heart is broken
and doesn't work like it should.
It has set itself against me
and is searching for a place
to die.
I think it is tired and wants
to lay down for a while.
It thinks this sarade has gone on too long,
this parade has gone on too long.
It is tired of marching,
tired of keeping the beat
and marking time.
My heart and I
are no longer friends.
I fear one day it will turn on me,
attack me,
and that will be the end
...
and doesn't work like it should.
It has set itself against me
and is searching for a place
to die.
I think it is tired and wants
to lay down for a while.
It thinks this sarade has gone on too long,
this parade has gone on too long.
It is tired of marching,
tired of keeping the beat
and marking time.
My heart and I
are no longer friends.
I fear one day it will turn on me,
attack me,
and that will be the end
...
#anxiety
#LifeCycle
67 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2020 10:13pm
8th Apr 2020 10:13pm
Quarantine (Coronavirus pandemic of 2020)
As I sit on the front porch,
the way people used to do back in the day,
I listen to the drone of tires on the pavement
from the occasional passing car.
My thoughts turn to daydreams
which are interrupted
by the drone of a bumble bee
who is hovering near
which turns into the drone
of a small plane passing above
so tiny high up in the sky
which turns into the drone
of a distant lawn mower
someone trying to beat the rain
which is the best fertilizer
for both grass and weeds.
Thoughts melting
between one...
the way people used to do back in the day,
I listen to the drone of tires on the pavement
from the occasional passing car.
My thoughts turn to daydreams
which are interrupted
by the drone of a bumble bee
who is hovering near
which turns into the drone
of a small plane passing above
so tiny high up in the sky
which turns into the drone
of a distant lawn mower
someone trying to beat the rain
which is the best fertilizer
for both grass and weeds.
Thoughts melting
between one...
#rain
58 reads
1 Comment
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