Submissions by Sir-Anton
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Dance with the dead in my dreams
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 10:18pm
24th Jun 2013 10:18pm
Hell has fallen
Is this the beginning of the end
Or the end of the beginning
How can u tell
Is heaven really hell?
Rewind the future to the present
Forward the past and pause for a moment
Will I pass the gates of hell
Or be judged at the pearly gates
Am I rite
Did I do wrong
The path to hell
A pull so strong
I love to hate yet hate to love
A high life with many lows
Wings of a white dove or that of a black crow
I surrender
Take me to the gallows
In the eyes of death
I will stare
Dismember him without a care
Downwards I march...
Or the end of the beginning
How can u tell
Is heaven really hell?
Rewind the future to the present
Forward the past and pause for a moment
Will I pass the gates of hell
Or be judged at the pearly gates
Am I rite
Did I do wrong
The path to hell
A pull so strong
I love to hate yet hate to love
A high life with many lows
Wings of a white dove or that of a black crow
I surrender
Take me to the gallows
In the eyes of death
I will stare
Dismember him without a care
Downwards I march...
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2013 9:54pm
18th Jun 2013 9:54pm
Successful Pleasure
Doing the best I can
Am I really, could I do more
How does one measure
The pain or the pleasure
Is success that mansion you stay in
Is success that big fancy car
Is success the big fat bank account
Not for me, not by far
Yes I am doing my best
Always striving to do more
A life filled with zest
Only to end when I hit the floor
How do I measure
My pain and pleasure
It's easy, the pain keeps me sane
The pleasure is seeing smiles
On those who I treasure
Am I really, could I do more
How does one measure
The pain or the pleasure
Is success that mansion you stay in
Is success that big fancy car
Is success the big fat bank account
Not for me, not by far
Yes I am doing my best
Always striving to do more
A life filled with zest
Only to end when I hit the floor
How do I measure
My pain and pleasure
It's easy, the pain keeps me sane
The pleasure is seeing smiles
On those who I treasure
810 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2013 10:42pm
4th Jun 2013 10:42pm
Breaking Words
I seek only intent to open your eyes
And break words to heal wounded heart
My tongue speaks in straightest path
Your love is of colorful art
Stray from darkest thoughts
Still the voices from where it was brought
Gaze deeper into the light
Your love is worth the fight
Fall to memory of moons gone by
When mind revealed that of deceitful lies
It tore the heart and scarred the soul
To see me turn from that black hole
Do not despair as I unfold
My love for you is still great and bold
Do not place thought that I am a fool...
And break words to heal wounded heart
My tongue speaks in straightest path
Your love is of colorful art
Stray from darkest thoughts
Still the voices from where it was brought
Gaze deeper into the light
Your love is worth the fight
Fall to memory of moons gone by
When mind revealed that of deceitful lies
It tore the heart and scarred the soul
To see me turn from that black hole
Do not despair as I unfold
My love for you is still great and bold
Do not place thought that I am a fool...
726 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2013 11:25pm
27th May 2013 11:25pm
What, Why, When, Who
What if I could turn back the time
To the days when I called you mine
Those days when you turned my water to wine
Why do I still think of you
All we been through
Shit! I still love you
When will our eyes meet again
Will it be two years or maybe ten
I will wait till then
Who is it that beats my heart
It was you rite from the start
Your love a beautiful art
I often wonder what or why
I see you in every cloud nearby
And then I wonder when or who
Will turn that clock back to me and you
For now I live for your...
To the days when I called you mine
Those days when you turned my water to wine
Why do I still think of you
All we been through
Shit! I still love you
When will our eyes meet again
Will it be two years or maybe ten
I will wait till then
Who is it that beats my heart
It was you rite from the start
Your love a beautiful art
I often wonder what or why
I see you in every cloud nearby
And then I wonder when or who
Will turn that clock back to me and you
For now I live for your...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2013 8:34am
27th May 2013 8:34am
Charming
Let me write a literary art,
For someone who loves with all her heart.
From me to you, enjoy this sonnet
A pedestal, just you upon it.
You I see, You I believe.
For years, you have been good to me.
Just like a rose without a thorn,
With Angel wings you were born.
You I see, Beautiful to me.
You stir up everything good in me.
If I were allowed only one dream,
You would be it, a mystical beam.
You I see, passionately.
Your kindness shows expressively.
Grateful you are for every little thing,
Grateful I am for joy...
For someone who loves with all her heart.
From me to you, enjoy this sonnet
A pedestal, just you upon it.
You I see, You I believe.
For years, you have been good to me.
Just like a rose without a thorn,
With Angel wings you were born.
You I see, Beautiful to me.
You stir up everything good in me.
If I were allowed only one dream,
You would be it, a mystical beam.
You I see, passionately.
Your kindness shows expressively.
Grateful you are for every little thing,
Grateful I am for joy...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd May 2013 2:01pm
23rd May 2013 2:01pm
Racing Hearts
Close your eyes and picture the pleasure.
Destination is set, Orgasms of high measure.
A dusky light fills the room.
Casting shadows against the wall,
Of weaved bodies from an erotic loom.
Tonight call me, “nom de plume”.
I run my fingers from North to South,
Caressing every inch, I kiss your mouth.
Then I whisper into your ear,
“Are you ready for 2nd gear”?
Upon the floor your clothes are flung,
As I begin to tease with tongue.
First your neck, breasts and tum,
Then below …. “My Loved One”
Shifting gear to overdrive,...
Destination is set, Orgasms of high measure.
A dusky light fills the room.
Casting shadows against the wall,
Of weaved bodies from an erotic loom.
Tonight call me, “nom de plume”.
I run my fingers from North to South,
Caressing every inch, I kiss your mouth.
Then I whisper into your ear,
“Are you ready for 2nd gear”?
Upon the floor your clothes are flung,
As I begin to tease with tongue.
First your neck, breasts and tum,
Then below …. “My Loved One”
Shifting gear to overdrive,...
1001 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 8:59am
22nd May 2013 8:59am
The Original Fake
Far from the truth,
Close to the lies.
Beyond belief,
And his masked disguise.
He is a Deceiver,
A non-believer.
He speaks of Love,
And how we should not shove.
BUT.. Alas dear reader,
It is his obsession with "Beaver"
And so cleverly manipulates,
Just to be with her.
She can’t see the truth,
And so lives his lies.
Succumbed to believe him,
And sees no masked disguise
She is a heart bleeder,
Armed with a meat cleaver.
She said she is Love,
Those words don’t fit like a glove.
BUT...
Close to the lies.
Beyond belief,
And his masked disguise.
He is a Deceiver,
A non-believer.
He speaks of Love,
And how we should not shove.
BUT.. Alas dear reader,
It is his obsession with "Beaver"
And so cleverly manipulates,
Just to be with her.
She can’t see the truth,
And so lives his lies.
Succumbed to believe him,
And sees no masked disguise
She is a heart bleeder,
Armed with a meat cleaver.
She said she is Love,
Those words don’t fit like a glove.
BUT...
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2013 2:59pm
20th May 2013 2:59pm
Deliverance From Deception
Just like a dream come true,
It started off, just me and you.
It just may have been a dream,
But together we embraced each other, in full steam.
Day one, day two, day three, day four.
Today would be plus a thousand and some more.
Two people doing the best they can,
Two people trying to be everybody’s fan.
However, I wish it were never,
The downs were growing more than ever.
Still filled with Love, Trust and Passion.
Onward I marched in true fashion.
To be my wife, to have and to hold.
To be in my life, and together grow old....
It started off, just me and you.
It just may have been a dream,
But together we embraced each other, in full steam.
Day one, day two, day three, day four.
Today would be plus a thousand and some more.
Two people doing the best they can,
Two people trying to be everybody’s fan.
However, I wish it were never,
The downs were growing more than ever.
Still filled with Love, Trust and Passion.
Onward I marched in true fashion.
To be my wife, to have and to hold.
To be in my life, and together grow old....
643 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th May 2013 11:10pm
15th May 2013 11:10pm
Circle of your life
Judging by his past
His present is idiocy
Looking at his future
Ludicrous and insanity
What the fuck were you thinking
Deeper you are sinking
Grow those brain cells
Forget the blonde bombshells
There is more to responsibility
I offer no more hospitality
How long will u last
In a city that is fast
Not long I fear
Till you return to your dismal past
His present is idiocy
Looking at his future
Ludicrous and insanity
What the fuck were you thinking
Deeper you are sinking
Grow those brain cells
Forget the blonde bombshells
There is more to responsibility
I offer no more hospitality
How long will u last
In a city that is fast
Not long I fear
Till you return to your dismal past
751 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th May 2013 10:42pm
15th May 2013 10:42pm
LOL
Here is a poem from my 12yr old son. All criticism is welcome, put him on the rite path.
Kyle's poem
Kaboom Popped the balloon
The cow went moo
Because he needed a poo
Capow went the cow
The door flew open
As the floor wittened
As the clouds darkened
The lightening flattened me
So my hair was blackened
Kyle's poem
Kaboom Popped the balloon
The cow went moo
Because he needed a poo
Capow went the cow
The door flew open
As the floor wittened
As the clouds darkened
The lightening flattened me
So my hair was blackened
626 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
29th Apr 2013 10:54pm
29th Apr 2013 10:54pm
The thing that should not be
How do we speak of the night
Slumbered in shadows
In fear till first light
It lurks beneath our beds
Eagerly awaiting plight
It's hunger will be fed
When the stars are bright
And the moon is high
It creeps out into the light
As we stare into its eyes
Blood runs thick through our veins
Tonight we die
We try to run
We try to hide
But we accomplish none
Nowhere to go from here
It claws and bites
Ripped open ear to ear
Still sight to see
And heart does beat
What is this thing
That...
Slumbered in shadows
In fear till first light
It lurks beneath our beds
Eagerly awaiting plight
It's hunger will be fed
When the stars are bright
And the moon is high
It creeps out into the light
As we stare into its eyes
Blood runs thick through our veins
Tonight we die
We try to run
We try to hide
But we accomplish none
Nowhere to go from here
It claws and bites
Ripped open ear to ear
Still sight to see
And heart does beat
What is this thing
That...
593 reads
1 Comment
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