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.
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 4:32pm
30th Oct 2011 4:32pm
Tempest
Over the Atlantic Ocean emerges a preliminary wind that cyclically and erratically builds to an unpredictable force squalling with emotional cataclysm.
And without warning causing an upheaval leaving behind the wreckage of love.
One by one minds are ravaged and left undone.
Their names travel with him like houses torn from their foundations of all they knew and as he dies down they fall in memoriam only for him to rise again like a ghost.
But due to his nature the tempest spectre could never truly touch them.
Because he is too strong and raging alone he is always moving...
And without warning causing an upheaval leaving behind the wreckage of love.
One by one minds are ravaged and left undone.
Their names travel with him like houses torn from their foundations of all they knew and as he dies down they fall in memoriam only for him to rise again like a ghost.
But due to his nature the tempest spectre could never truly touch them.
Because he is too strong and raging alone he is always moving...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 6:20am
30th Oct 2011 6:20am
Death Of A Boy, Birth Of A Reaper
The ultimate retribution has risen from mother earth’s hymen that was so savagely broken.
Revenge will be reaped, they will die for everyone reaps what they sow, and what they have sown they shall get back ten fold.
By their dual edged tongues they lived.
Live by the sword and so shall you die.
He will carve a reckoning through the guilty and repentance shall not provide absolution from sin.
Engulfed in darkness his souls guiding light, stripped and rebuilt for the fight, where once was he weak now he is strong, he sets out to scour the land and right the wrong.
...
Revenge will be reaped, they will die for everyone reaps what they sow, and what they have sown they shall get back ten fold.
By their dual edged tongues they lived.
Live by the sword and so shall you die.
He will carve a reckoning through the guilty and repentance shall not provide absolution from sin.
Engulfed in darkness his souls guiding light, stripped and rebuilt for the fight, where once was he weak now he is strong, he sets out to scour the land and right the wrong.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 6:17am
30th Oct 2011 6:17am
Venus in a rainstorm
A gust of wind.
A scorching sun.
A Venus is undone.
Open and enticing, exuding powerful attraction.
A twitch emits from a gentle caressing of fibrous hairs.
Lapping the surface with a zephyrs care.
Blowing in the air with a yearning, a hunger for flesh.
Engorging and closing around precious prey.
In action activating a lubricant reaction.
Deep inside nowhere to hide, everything is absorbed.
From gentle twitch to throbbing thrusts chemicals are provided.
Under a creaming sky, clouds begin to form and droplets of dewy beads fall leading to a climactic...
A scorching sun.
A Venus is undone.
Open and enticing, exuding powerful attraction.
A twitch emits from a gentle caressing of fibrous hairs.
Lapping the surface with a zephyrs care.
Blowing in the air with a yearning, a hunger for flesh.
Engorging and closing around precious prey.
In action activating a lubricant reaction.
Deep inside nowhere to hide, everything is absorbed.
From gentle twitch to throbbing thrusts chemicals are provided.
Under a creaming sky, clouds begin to form and droplets of dewy beads fall leading to a climactic...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Oct 2011 11:06pm
29th Oct 2011 11:06pm
She
She is my beginning.
She is my end.
The missing piece.
My Whole.
I give my body.
I give my soul.
She makes me breathe.
She makes me feel human.
She is my confidant.
She is my passion.
My elation.
My muse.
She is my hope.
My only dream.
My true belief.
She encompasses all.
My best friend.
My lover.
My possessor.
She is my equal.
She is my better in ways easy to fathom.
My antithesis.
My first and last kiss.
My all.
She is everything and more.
Every cloud, each drop...
She is my end.
The missing piece.
My Whole.
I give my body.
I give my soul.
She makes me breathe.
She makes me feel human.
She is my confidant.
She is my passion.
My elation.
My muse.
She is my hope.
My only dream.
My true belief.
She encompasses all.
My best friend.
My lover.
My possessor.
She is my equal.
She is my better in ways easy to fathom.
My antithesis.
My first and last kiss.
My all.
She is everything and more.
Every cloud, each drop...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Oct 2011 2:18pm
29th Oct 2011 2:18pm
Regeneration
REGENERATION
A supper for those who crawl was had.
Gnawed ripped, eaten and digested.
A reclamation by the father of what was by slap dash formed.
Dormant laid the bare frame of youth extinguished.
With spirit in storage awaiting judgment.
Then in silence came hermaphrodites writhing.
These lithe, plump streaks of meat began to pulsate.
Ten multiplied thrice over the sticks of humanity.
Converging to throb, they began to rebuild.
Summoned from oblivion, blood seeped up and ran in obedience into body.
As viscera and skin was woven anew.
By...
A supper for those who crawl was had.
Gnawed ripped, eaten and digested.
A reclamation by the father of what was by slap dash formed.
Dormant laid the bare frame of youth extinguished.
With spirit in storage awaiting judgment.
Then in silence came hermaphrodites writhing.
These lithe, plump streaks of meat began to pulsate.
Ten multiplied thrice over the sticks of humanity.
Converging to throb, they began to rebuild.
Summoned from oblivion, blood seeped up and ran in obedience into body.
As viscera and skin was woven anew.
By...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Oct 2011 2:16pm
29th Oct 2011 2:16pm
Fire And Earth Bring Forth Lava
From Babylonian origin to Hellenic separation into twelve divisions bringing forth religions and imagery of fiery fearless lions to the emotive Taurean bull.
The brushstrokes ensured that beauty was personified as Botticelli’s guided hand had created a deity divine that in time was derived into her beauty.
The forerunners Turan and Venus blessed us with love and fertility, flying on cherubic wings Turan did glide to create the sweetest imagery that ran concurrent to life in these times now.
Beyond the years of the Etruscan people, Etruria gave way, and through paint arriving...
The brushstrokes ensured that beauty was personified as Botticelli’s guided hand had created a deity divine that in time was derived into her beauty.
The forerunners Turan and Venus blessed us with love and fertility, flying on cherubic wings Turan did glide to create the sweetest imagery that ran concurrent to life in these times now.
Beyond the years of the Etruscan people, Etruria gave way, and through paint arriving...
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