Submissions by SonofHowarth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing poetry since I was sixteen and placed in the top five of a regional competition. My writing is inspired by various genres. It has evolved from hate, anger and isolation to a more spiritual approach.
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2011 7:21pm
1st Nov 2011 7:21pm
Anti-Depressants
As so surely doth the shadow of sadness to my soul implore.
My granite grey hard countenance cracks as despair lends thy weight upon my world.
The torturous name within my brain impregnates finds purchase as sadness unfurls.
Dark memories are scribed within my mind of a passion lost long ago.
And under duress no longer, I beseech these feelings to be torn asunder.
To repress forever demons of mind, repressed forever with anti-depressants.
As they spake of my rocker I have rode.
And strolled down the road of misery that lost love hath paved.
Sauntering and...
My granite grey hard countenance cracks as despair lends thy weight upon my world.
The torturous name within my brain impregnates finds purchase as sadness unfurls.
Dark memories are scribed within my mind of a passion lost long ago.
And under duress no longer, I beseech these feelings to be torn asunder.
To repress forever demons of mind, repressed forever with anti-depressants.
As they spake of my rocker I have rode.
And strolled down the road of misery that lost love hath paved.
Sauntering and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2011 10:45am
1st Nov 2011 10:45am
Russian Doll
You are a Russian doll.
Intricate by design.
Delicate by nature.
Beautiful by feature.
You are a Russian doll.
Complex at best.
Simple yet difficult.
The same but distinctly different to the rest.
You are a Russian doll.
You possess many layers.
You fulfill certain desires.
The want to collect.
You are not a Russian doll.
Because as your layers are stripped you cease to be beautiful.
You become less.
With each dissection you grow in ugliness.
And juxtaposed in a row your whole is less than the sum of your parts....
Intricate by design.
Delicate by nature.
Beautiful by feature.
You are a Russian doll.
Complex at best.
Simple yet difficult.
The same but distinctly different to the rest.
You are a Russian doll.
You possess many layers.
You fulfill certain desires.
The want to collect.
You are not a Russian doll.
Because as your layers are stripped you cease to be beautiful.
You become less.
With each dissection you grow in ugliness.
And juxtaposed in a row your whole is less than the sum of your parts....
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2011 10:42am
1st Nov 2011 10:42am
Cheer up buttercup (I love you)
Six words is all it took.
Six words and he was hooked.
No longer would he be down in the dumps.
Things were better and the black sky was brightening up.
Extended was an offering of eternal friendship and future relationship.
Never again would he allow himself to slip.
Honesty was upon the sweetest of lips when she spoke.
These blooming words brought his sought hope.
Where before his meadow was overgrown, now as it clear.
Words spoken so lovingly they hit home and he had to adhere.
To every doubt being removed and from here her words for him...
Six words and he was hooked.
No longer would he be down in the dumps.
Things were better and the black sky was brightening up.
Extended was an offering of eternal friendship and future relationship.
Never again would he allow himself to slip.
Honesty was upon the sweetest of lips when she spoke.
These blooming words brought his sought hope.
Where before his meadow was overgrown, now as it clear.
Words spoken so lovingly they hit home and he had to adhere.
To every doubt being removed and from here her words for him...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 7:16pm
31st Oct 2011 7:16pm
Jenny's Prayer
May she go in peace.
Mistakes that were made are done.
But she can make amends.
May she live and love.
And know that forgiveness is extended to her.
She was special and touched many lives.
Even if sometimes her imprint left was at best bittersweet.
May her best days be ahead.
And be reunited with all that she desires.
May she be free and happy in all that she does.
Go forth Jenny and may your faith keep you safe.
And always be with you.
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2011 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “Jenny”)
Mistakes that were made are done.
But she can make amends.
May she live and love.
And know that forgiveness is extended to her.
She was special and touched many lives.
Even if sometimes her imprint left was at best bittersweet.
May her best days be ahead.
And be reunited with all that she desires.
May she be free and happy in all that she does.
Go forth Jenny and may your faith keep you safe.
And always be with you.
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2011 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “Jenny”)
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 7:14pm
31st Oct 2011 7:14pm
Slane Whittiker: The Priest Of Darkness
SLANE WHITTIKER- THE PRIEST OF DARKNESS
Bullied at school by a gang of fools.
Children can be so, so cruel.
Scars on his face, scars on his mind.
Under the wing of his teacher he did hide.
To a club he went to, to be accepted more at school.
But no one was prepared for the evil truth.
A bible a day was burned in this secret church.
Slane is his name.
The Bible is wrong.
The Devil will prevail.
He comes forth to dig God’s grave.
Slane cut his hand “drink my blood to receive the darkness”
His mum was told.
She...
Bullied at school by a gang of fools.
Children can be so, so cruel.
Scars on his face, scars on his mind.
Under the wing of his teacher he did hide.
To a club he went to, to be accepted more at school.
But no one was prepared for the evil truth.
A bible a day was burned in this secret church.
Slane is his name.
The Bible is wrong.
The Devil will prevail.
He comes forth to dig God’s grave.
Slane cut his hand “drink my blood to receive the darkness”
His mum was told.
She...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 10:54am
31st Oct 2011 10:54am
October 15th 2006
When the world was its darkest.
And his memory loomed large.
Labels were stapled to her heart.
Lips inactive and crossed out, she spoke not.
All was lost in monochrome cries.
Her hands were in bondage.
Her heart was a hostage, yet with his help she did rise.
A lament to this feeling it was a proclamation that she was alive.
So began the transition from walking the streets treading upon the fallen leaves.
That were strewn like so many hopes of love that had fallen like confetti before and cascaded on the floor.
She broke the bonds that tied (She was set...
And his memory loomed large.
Labels were stapled to her heart.
Lips inactive and crossed out, she spoke not.
All was lost in monochrome cries.
Her hands were in bondage.
Her heart was a hostage, yet with his help she did rise.
A lament to this feeling it was a proclamation that she was alive.
So began the transition from walking the streets treading upon the fallen leaves.
That were strewn like so many hopes of love that had fallen like confetti before and cascaded on the floor.
She broke the bonds that tied (She was set...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 10:52am
31st Oct 2011 10:52am
Rain Tears
See the tears that stroll silently down her face.
As rain hits the window panes.
She knows that nothing will ever be the same.
In the darkened room with juxtaposed gloom the rain clatters.
Each drop that hits is a problem mounting.
Maybe there is no deciphering why she feels this way.
Just a dark day repeating.
Faces in a flash of lightning show from clouds of perceived sins.
But not of her own.
Cut off and isolated, yet sheltered from the storm she engages.
Her brain surges and the room spins with a swirl of problems never seemingly to be...
As rain hits the window panes.
She knows that nothing will ever be the same.
In the darkened room with juxtaposed gloom the rain clatters.
Each drop that hits is a problem mounting.
Maybe there is no deciphering why she feels this way.
Just a dark day repeating.
Faces in a flash of lightning show from clouds of perceived sins.
But not of her own.
Cut off and isolated, yet sheltered from the storm she engages.
Her brain surges and the room spins with a swirl of problems never seemingly to be...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 00:40am
31st Oct 2011 00:40am
The Darkest Night
Brooding in shadows, cut into sections, shaded as squares, black, white and sepia.
Menacing, silent, alone.
Slow to inhale and exhale, standing waiting, scanning for movement, waiting to atone for sins.
Under a blanket black sky that one day will lift into light. From this, the darkest night.
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2010 All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “ The Heart Of The Storm”)
Menacing, silent, alone.
Slow to inhale and exhale, standing waiting, scanning for movement, waiting to atone for sins.
Under a blanket black sky that one day will lift into light. From this, the darkest night.
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2010 All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “ The Heart Of The Storm”)
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 00:35am
31st Oct 2011 00:35am
A Knight And A Maiden
This is the story from a thousand years fore.
Of a knight and a maiden princess.
A story that starts with the abduction from her bed kicking and screaming under duress.
Through a stormy night they rode as a troubled soul prepared to go to bring her back safe to save his own soul.
With gleaming armour and a heavy heart he strode headlong into the night on a steed to find her.
Unbeknown to all he had an ulterior motive that struck like lightning in this mind.
For this lowly knight had for so long watched the princess, grew to know and grew to love her. ...
Of a knight and a maiden princess.
A story that starts with the abduction from her bed kicking and screaming under duress.
Through a stormy night they rode as a troubled soul prepared to go to bring her back safe to save his own soul.
With gleaming armour and a heavy heart he strode headlong into the night on a steed to find her.
Unbeknown to all he had an ulterior motive that struck like lightning in this mind.
For this lowly knight had for so long watched the princess, grew to know and grew to love her. ...
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