Submissions by Soldierrye
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
19th Dec 2021 11:12pm
19th Dec 2021 11:12pm
Green Blood
Fresh air and the sun shine on me
My family of green pine as far as I can see
All happy for my arrival, I am born as a tree
I feel the love of my surrounding family
Some beings called human come to feed us water
We appreciate the love but we always remember
That something odd happens every year come November
& can’t help but feel it’s something sinister
The humans come around
& cut some of us down
Pines scream in agony
As others plea
We never see them again as they’re taken away
What does it mean?...
My family of green pine as far as I can see
All happy for my arrival, I am born as a tree
I feel the love of my surrounding family
Some beings called human come to feed us water
We appreciate the love but we always remember
That something odd happens every year come November
& can’t help but feel it’s something sinister
The humans come around
& cut some of us down
Pines scream in agony
As others plea
We never see them again as they’re taken away
What does it mean?...
#betrayal
#Christmas
418 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2020 6:55pm
19th Dec 2020 6:55pm
Snowman’s Land
Crunching sound of my boots against
the quiet stillness of a desolate terrain.
As I wander aimlessly under blue icy clouds
A freedom that will keep me sane.
Nature speaks softly as I travel through it.
Frozen forests staring into the time.
Glitter in the air as snow starts to fall
Making this magical feeling all mine.
A suspended winter in isolation.
Like a statue of a snowman
forever hidden from view.
A nomad walks in no mans land.
the quiet stillness of a desolate terrain.
As I wander aimlessly under blue icy clouds
A freedom that will keep me sane.
Nature speaks softly as I travel through it.
Frozen forests staring into the time.
Glitter in the air as snow starts to fall
Making this magical feeling all mine.
A suspended winter in isolation.
Like a statue of a snowman
forever hidden from view.
A nomad walks in no mans land.
#loneliness
#freedom
385 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Nov 2020 11:27pm
1st Nov 2020 11:27pm
Weeping Widow
Amongst the sweeping willow trees
In the deep, dense swamp
A sad moaning cry can be heard
Of a woman knelt on a mossy stump
Her grieving fills the air
Like the surrounding soupy fog
You can hear her faint whispers
Between her constant sobs
Saying how she’ll never get over him
& in her desperate pleas
To return into his arms
dips into the murky swamp with ease
You can still hear her weeps
At the start of every twilight
Stuck in an endless cycle
The weeping widow repeats her plight.
In the deep, dense swamp
A sad moaning cry can be heard
Of a woman knelt on a mossy stump
Her grieving fills the air
Like the surrounding soupy fog
You can hear her faint whispers
Between her constant sobs
Saying how she’ll never get over him
& in her desperate pleas
To return into his arms
dips into the murky swamp with ease
You can still hear her weeps
At the start of every twilight
Stuck in an endless cycle
The weeping widow repeats her plight.
#sadness
#suicide
#ghosts
438 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Nov 2020 00:18am
1st Nov 2020 00:18am
Pumpkin Lady
There once was an old lady
Who lived at her pumpkin patch
She was conjuring up a potion
To regain her youth back
Unsure of how to make it
But she really didn’t care
The only thing that mattered
Was that she felt repaired
Obsessed with her pumpkins
She added one to her mixture
Once she was satisfied
She applied it to her features
Her toothless grin felt frozen
Saggy skin began to harden
Feeling her face with her hand
A deep panic set in
Unable to move her face
She bolted to her...
Who lived at her pumpkin patch
She was conjuring up a potion
To regain her youth back
Unsure of how to make it
But she really didn’t care
The only thing that mattered
Was that she felt repaired
Obsessed with her pumpkins
She added one to her mixture
Once she was satisfied
She applied it to her features
Her toothless grin felt frozen
Saggy skin began to harden
Feeling her face with her hand
A deep panic set in
Unable to move her face
She bolted to her...
#Halloween
#vanity
575 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2019 5:42pm
3rd Dec 2019 5:42pm
Gingerbread Land
It’s the gingerbread man
In a gingerbread land
In his gingerbread house
With a gingerbread spouse
But he’s hiding from the little old woman and man
They baked him in their oven
Until he popped out and ran
He ran past the pig, the horse and the cow
They all wanted to take a bite and eat him up now
“Run, Run, Run” said the gingerbread man
“Can’t catch me” he yelled at the little old man
He made it to a river but he could not swim
“Oh what’ll I do now?!” His future looks dim
Until a Fox came along and offered his help ...
In a gingerbread land
In his gingerbread house
With a gingerbread spouse
But he’s hiding from the little old woman and man
They baked him in their oven
Until he popped out and ran
He ran past the pig, the horse and the cow
They all wanted to take a bite and eat him up now
“Run, Run, Run” said the gingerbread man
“Can’t catch me” he yelled at the little old man
He made it to a river but he could not swim
“Oh what’ll I do now?!” His future looks dim
Until a Fox came along and offered his help ...
#Christmas
497 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th May 2019 11:01pm
4th May 2019 11:01pm
Ivy’s Poison
It’s the end of her love affair
& she must be aware
It’s for the best
She’s gonna go her separate ways
It should be better days
Up ahead
& even though it didn’t last
It remains a special past
She escaped
Ivy’s impulses were many then
With no care of how or when
She’d be high
She’d started to crack & shrivel
Crumble & wither
With every drug
So now she’ll remember
The beat of her heart
& how she thought
She’d never be apart
She fought
Her soul bled the...
& she must be aware
It’s for the best
She’s gonna go her separate ways
It should be better days
Up ahead
& even though it didn’t last
It remains a special past
She escaped
Ivy’s impulses were many then
With no care of how or when
She’d be high
She’d started to crack & shrivel
Crumble & wither
With every drug
So now she’ll remember
The beat of her heart
& how she thought
She’d never be apart
She fought
Her soul bled the...
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
762 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
10th Dec 2017 3:25pm
10th Dec 2017 3:25pm
North Pole
There’s a place called North Pole
It sits on top of the world
It’s a place of magic I see
Full of wonder and fantasy
Populated by these little elves
Happily making these toys themselves
Merrily working with nary a break
All for the children’s sake
They whistle and sing
Thinking of joy the toys will bring
Polar bears aside
As reindeer’s train for a sleigh ride
Snow and northern lights
Life is a delight
All in the North Pole
It sits on top of the world
It’s a place of magic I see
Full of wonder and fantasy
Populated by these little elves
Happily making these toys themselves
Merrily working with nary a break
All for the children’s sake
They whistle and sing
Thinking of joy the toys will bring
Polar bears aside
As reindeer’s train for a sleigh ride
Snow and northern lights
Life is a delight
All in the North Pole
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1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
13th Oct 2017 11:41pm
13th Oct 2017 11:41pm
Beautiful Witch
This is the story of a beautiful witch
Searching for love, her passion so rich
In a place of magic across a velvet sky
Lived a young lady with dark smoky eyes
She looked in a mirror, skin color of milk
& before her face fell black hair of silk.
She wished for a man whom she felt the need
Should love her back & fulfill her every need
So she held her rituals every night
Crafting her potions to make it just right.
She saw him coming on a sleepy afternoon
When he arrived long after soon
She knew it was him she'd been...
Searching for love, her passion so rich
In a place of magic across a velvet sky
Lived a young lady with dark smoky eyes
She looked in a mirror, skin color of milk
& before her face fell black hair of silk.
She wished for a man whom she felt the need
Should love her back & fulfill her every need
So she held her rituals every night
Crafting her potions to make it just right.
She saw him coming on a sleepy afternoon
When he arrived long after soon
She knew it was him she'd been...
1580 reads
7 Comments
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