Submissions by Shilohverse (Shiloh Mello)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been writing since I was sixteen. The first one was about a baseball player I had a crush on. It was called "To The Inth Inning" lol...how dumb.
SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2024 8:57pm
15th Sep 2024 8:57pm
Flickers Of Solace
The first time I felt the rain seep through,
I was a child, barely ten,
Wandering through the dense, dark woods
as nightfall's chill set in.
Lost and young, in a summer haze,
I was a sleepy wanderer at camp,
unaware I'd strayed far from my spot
until I woke, cold and damp.
Barefoot I ran, through tangled brush,
clad only in my night clothes,
branches scraped my face and legs,
As the wind howled and the storm roared.
I slipped on stones and mossy ground,
with no sense of where to flee,
then moonlight showed...
I was a child, barely ten,
Wandering through the dense, dark woods
as nightfall's chill set in.
Lost and young, in a summer haze,
I was a sleepy wanderer at camp,
unaware I'd strayed far from my spot
until I woke, cold and damp.
Barefoot I ran, through tangled brush,
clad only in my night clothes,
branches scraped my face and legs,
As the wind howled and the storm roared.
I slipped on stones and mossy ground,
with no sense of where to flee,
then moonlight showed...
#strength
64 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2024 4:03pm
15th Sep 2024 4:03pm
The Phantom On The Pavement
In the city, lights trace lines
on waves that shimmer faintly.
across the hearts still beating,
and the saints lost to the night.
Out from the murky waters,
a phantom without shape
Creeps its way from the river's edge,
Crawling toward escape.
Neon flickers on cold pavement,
a quiet drizzle falls,
and the shadow grows beneath my feet
as it stretches toward the walls.
Shadows weave through city streets,
a stranger in my skin,
These roads make me someone else,
I’ve forgotten...
on waves that shimmer faintly.
across the hearts still beating,
and the saints lost to the night.
Out from the murky waters,
a phantom without shape
Creeps its way from the river's edge,
Crawling toward escape.
Neon flickers on cold pavement,
a quiet drizzle falls,
and the shadow grows beneath my feet
as it stretches toward the walls.
Shadows weave through city streets,
a stranger in my skin,
These roads make me someone else,
I’ve forgotten...
#bittersweet
66 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2024 4:20pm
14th Sep 2024 4:20pm
Smokescreen
The Atlantic swelled beneath the USS *Barrington* as it cut through the choppy waters under a thick layer of gray clouds. It was 1925, and the world was still adjusting to the new and unpredictable nature of naval warfare. Ships no longer battled alone. They contended with unseen threats from the sky, their position always in danger of being revealed.
Lieutenant Henry Caldwell stood on the deck, scanning the horizon through his binoculars. His eyes were sharp, trained by years of discipline, but he knew that keen sight wouldn't be enough today. Somewhere out there, beyond the...
Lieutenant Henry Caldwell stood on the deck, scanning the horizon through his binoculars. His eyes were sharp, trained by years of discipline, but he knew that keen sight wouldn't be enough today. Somewhere out there, beyond the...
#epic
83 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2024 1:24pm
14th Sep 2024 1:24pm
Whispers Cannot Break Me
I face each step, smiling, brave, resilient
yet there is timidity in my
voice, my movement.
The world sharpens its tongue
against me,
draping its judgment in cloaks
of subtleties,
as if their words are whispers
only I can hear—
yet their reverberations swell in the
chambers of my mind.
I stand here, flawed but unbroken,
each wound a testament to battles
fought unseen.
You may cloak your barbs in
riddles and mirrors,
but I know their shape,
for I have held them close ...
yet there is timidity in my
voice, my movement.
The world sharpens its tongue
against me,
draping its judgment in cloaks
of subtleties,
as if their words are whispers
only I can hear—
yet their reverberations swell in the
chambers of my mind.
I stand here, flawed but unbroken,
each wound a testament to battles
fought unseen.
You may cloak your barbs in
riddles and mirrors,
but I know their shape,
for I have held them close ...
#confusion
#disappointment
#frustration
82 reads
12 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Sep 2024 3:06pm
13th Sep 2024 3:06pm
Trilling Canary
Whispers fade, truth remains still,
Cheap slams, cheap thrills,
Pounding your head as the Canary trills
Cheap slams, cheap thrills,
Pounding your head as the Canary trills
#disappointment
68 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Sep 2024 4:56am
13th Sep 2024 4:56am
If Angel's Had Quills == A Spirit's Journal
*760 BCE**: Aboard the *Odyssey*, riding out a ferocious storm. The winds howl like the cries of old gods. I spot mermaids weaving through the frothy waves, their songs filled with longing. Odysseus grips the mast, defiant against nature's fury. Meanwhile, half the crew is experiencing seasickness like never before—it's hard to look heroic when you're clinging to a barrel for dear life.
**April 24, 1184 BCE**: I arrive late at Troy; the Greeks have already begun their invasion. They stumble from the wooden horse like newborn foals, tripping over their own swords. I can't help but...
**April 24, 1184 BCE**: I arrive late at Troy; the Greeks have already begun their invasion. They stumble from the wooden horse like newborn foals, tripping over their own swords. I can't help but...
#epic
#sky
106 reads
19 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
12th Sep 2024 11:56am
12th Sep 2024 11:56am
Alice's Adventures with the Wonderland Syndrome
Alice was having an utterly ordinary day. She’d just finished a lovely cup of tea (with precisely the right amount of sugar) and decided to take a little stroll through the park. She’d barely reached the first rose bush when, all of a sudden, the world decided to go all topsy-turvy on her. The trees grew taller, then shorter, then bent themselves into impossible shapes, as if they were trying out for a contortionist’s circus act.
Alice blinked. “Oh dear,” she murmured. “Not again.”
Yes, Alice had a little thing called Alice in Wonderland syndrome, a condition that made...
Alice blinked. “Oh dear,” she murmured. “Not again.”
Yes, Alice had a little thing called Alice in Wonderland syndrome, a condition that made...
#unicorns
84 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2024 11:05pm
11th Sep 2024 11:05pm
To Whom It May Concern
I want to be clear that while I appreciate the attention and effort that has been directed my way, I do not welcome it. I'm not interested in romantic advances, poems, or any similar attempts to gain my attention. This kind of interaction is unwelcome and makes me uncomfortable.
Additionally, I ask that you respect our differences in beliefs. I have my own values and practices that are important to me, and I’m not interested in engaging in discussions or receiving comments about them, especially when they come from a place of correction or persuasion. We have different...
Additionally, I ask that you respect our differences in beliefs. I have my own values and practices that are important to me, and I’m not interested in engaging in discussions or receiving comments about them, especially when they come from a place of correction or persuasion. We have different...
#anger
#dark
98 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2024 3:36pm
11th Sep 2024 3:36pm
Floccinaucinihilipilification
I used floccinaucinihilipilification in a paper once and the teacher wrote in the margin "I'm not giving you extra points for this."
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
95 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2024 10:48am
11th Sep 2024 10:48am
Warning
Close your eyes,
Dare to dream beyond this plane
Gather your ghosts
And dance with shadows
Who says bliss is a sin?
Praise be to those who glimpse the
madness; let us cherish ourselves
Before they find a reason to forbid it
How much longer will we wait?
How much longer will we slumber?
Long enough to watch it crumble
And those who remain
Will profit from the ashes
Writing scriptures on how it
was meant to be
Suspended in this star-soaked expanse
We are like moths,...
Dare to dream beyond this plane
Gather your ghosts
And dance with shadows
Who says bliss is a sin?
Praise be to those who glimpse the
madness; let us cherish ourselves
Before they find a reason to forbid it
How much longer will we wait?
How much longer will we slumber?
Long enough to watch it crumble
And those who remain
Will profit from the ashes
Writing scriptures on how it
was meant to be
Suspended in this star-soaked expanse
We are like moths,...
#freedom
#power
#vulnerability
92 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2024 10:26am
10th Sep 2024 10:26am
The Great Pretenders
You go through this world like you're some soft-spoken priest
I hereby present you with a letter: cease and desist
Preachin' from your pulpit like you're morally blessed
But your pockets overflow while the people are stressed
Waving your power like a scepter in hand
As if you own the truth, as if you command
The masses to follow, the blind to believe
But your heart’s full of greed, and your words deceive
Smiling for the cameras, with your perfect grin
While behind closed doors, you play games and...
I hereby present you with a letter: cease and desist
Preachin' from your pulpit like you're morally blessed
But your pockets overflow while the people are stressed
Waving your power like a scepter in hand
As if you own the truth, as if you command
The masses to follow, the blind to believe
But your heart’s full of greed, and your words deceive
Smiling for the cameras, with your perfect grin
While behind closed doors, you play games and...
#consumerism
#politics
#responsibility
111 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2024 9:48am
9th Sep 2024 9:48am
Bite Me €€€€€ Possibly PoetSpeak
Step in my chamber
Blood
Sweat
Tears
That's enough about my musical preference
Chains
Bring lots of rope
Oil babe
Pain is gain
Great line
Rogue
Vogue
Yeah I like Madonna
So what?
I like my lips
So do you
Box head
Kamala rocks
Dirty socks
Wanna smell em?
Dampness
Wet
These lips
Your mouth
Box head
Bite me
Hard
Known far and wide
There will be a book
Followed by a film
Broadway show in the works
Pretty hot, right?
Blood
Sweat
Tears
That's enough about my musical preference
Chains
Bring lots of rope
Oil babe
Pain is gain
Great line
Rogue
Vogue
Yeah I like Madonna
So what?
I like my lips
So do you
Box head
Kamala rocks
Dirty socks
Wanna smell em?
Dampness
Wet
These lips
Your mouth
Box head
Bite me
Hard
Known far and wide
There will be a book
Followed by a film
Broadway show in the works
Pretty hot, right?
#cinquain
#haiku
#heroic
#senryu
#tanka
133 reads
15 Comments
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