Submissions by StRaven
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Oct 2019 7:41pm
12th Oct 2019 7:41pm
Turning
Turning"
I turn,
Turn with the seasons,
Turn towards you,
Like a sunflower following the sun.
You rise and fall,
The patterns of you breath,
And tides...
And I find myself seeking your gaze,
Luminous, each dawn.
I turn,
Like a Voyager,
Using a sunstone to pierce your clouds.
Navigating through the storms and fog,
On faith and magic.
Seeking your hidden lands
And buried treasures.
I turn,
With the falling of the leaf,
And the tumbling of the acorn,
Into the earth's embrace,...
I turn,
Turn with the seasons,
Turn towards you,
Like a sunflower following the sun.
You rise and fall,
The patterns of you breath,
And tides...
And I find myself seeking your gaze,
Luminous, each dawn.
I turn,
Like a Voyager,
Using a sunstone to pierce your clouds.
Navigating through the storms and fog,
On faith and magic.
Seeking your hidden lands
And buried treasures.
I turn,
With the falling of the leaf,
And the tumbling of the acorn,
Into the earth's embrace,...
#love
#nature
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2019 6:36pm
13th Jul 2019 6:36pm
Scribbles
Is it so terrible that I want to be seen,
To be heard,
That I want to share a common language.
I'm afraid I fall mostly on blind eyes,
Deaf ears.
I don't expect to be all things,
But I want to be something,
Someone worth investing in,
Sacrificing for,
Cherished.
Not just a coma,
or punctuation,
or even a mere sentence.
But maybe a paragraph,
A chapter,
Possibly a whole book...
Instead of a footnote,
An addendum,
A scribbled hasty note in the margins, quickly...
To be heard,
That I want to share a common language.
I'm afraid I fall mostly on blind eyes,
Deaf ears.
I don't expect to be all things,
But I want to be something,
Someone worth investing in,
Sacrificing for,
Cherished.
Not just a coma,
or punctuation,
or even a mere sentence.
But maybe a paragraph,
A chapter,
Possibly a whole book...
Instead of a footnote,
An addendum,
A scribbled hasty note in the margins, quickly...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#frustration
580 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2019 3:24am
6th Jul 2019 3:24am
The Silence of Stone
In this Garden of green and Growing,
I had forgotten the silence of stone,
Thrusting towards the yearning sky...
All falls away,
Held in the stones embrace.
Azure ribbon high above,
The memory of ages,
Opened by the subtle movement
of moisture and hoarfrost and soil.
Lips once pressed together,
Parted to share their inner secrets.
Eyes closed,
Roots deep,
Whispering to straining ears.
Generations,
Palms pressed in prayer
against the bones of the earth,
Breathing in the...
I had forgotten the silence of stone,
Thrusting towards the yearning sky...
All falls away,
Held in the stones embrace.
Azure ribbon high above,
The memory of ages,
Opened by the subtle movement
of moisture and hoarfrost and soil.
Lips once pressed together,
Parted to share their inner secrets.
Eyes closed,
Roots deep,
Whispering to straining ears.
Generations,
Palms pressed in prayer
against the bones of the earth,
Breathing in the...
#earth
#nature
#spiritual
526 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2019 8:00am
11th Jun 2019 8:00am
Sitting ducks
Clouds press against the bulwark of the hills.
Heavy with promised rain,
Threatening to spill over.
Juxtapose
Spring grass,
Sunshine,
As I cross the green space between classes.
Thoughts floating in and out,
One passes like a cloud before the sun...
Survivor....
Dare I call myself that?
I wasn't there,
Not that day.
Clouds across the sun,
A year before...
A stray thought...
"Gods help us if ever there is a shooting here...
We'll be...
Heavy with promised rain,
Threatening to spill over.
Juxtapose
Spring grass,
Sunshine,
As I cross the green space between classes.
Thoughts floating in and out,
One passes like a cloud before the sun...
Survivor....
Dare I call myself that?
I wasn't there,
Not that day.
Clouds across the sun,
A year before...
A stray thought...
"Gods help us if ever there is a shooting here...
We'll be...
#grief
#death
#fate
615 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th May 2019 7:55am
30th May 2019 7:55am
Threshold Season
Feeling the calling of the dusk,
Full moon rising in my blood,
Silhouetted against the sky,
Twisted between the thorns of being
and unbeing...
Gateways between gateways,
Thresholds between thresholds....
Breath of my breath.
I smell you,
Something wild on the wind,
In the drifting shadows of the season.
Aching for the call,
The belling of the stag,
The first crisp nights,
Bare feet melting frost between my toes, ice crystals rimming the grape leaves,
Hinting at intoxication.
Grape skin, sweet and supple...
Full moon rising in my blood,
Silhouetted against the sky,
Twisted between the thorns of being
and unbeing...
Gateways between gateways,
Thresholds between thresholds....
Breath of my breath.
I smell you,
Something wild on the wind,
In the drifting shadows of the season.
Aching for the call,
The belling of the stag,
The first crisp nights,
Bare feet melting frost between my toes, ice crystals rimming the grape leaves,
Hinting at intoxication.
Grape skin, sweet and supple...
#forest
#fall
#shadows
#nature
#LifeCycle
559 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2019 7:47am
30th May 2019 7:47am
Rocking the Boat!
Shhh...what are you doing!?
Shhhh...don't say that too loud!?
Shhhh...don't think that!?
Shhhh....you don't really feel that way !?
What are you doing!?
You can't wear that!
Don't draw attention!
Don't embarrass me!
That's too bright!
Too sparkly!
Too austentatious!
Too provocative!
Too brazen!
Too sensual!
Shhh...be meek!
Close your legs,
Don't sway your hips! ...
Shhhh...don't say that too loud!?
Shhhh...don't think that!?
Shhhh....you don't really feel that way !?
What are you doing!?
You can't wear that!
Don't draw attention!
Don't embarrass me!
That's too bright!
Too sparkly!
Too austentatious!
Too provocative!
Too brazen!
Too sensual!
Shhh...be meek!
Close your legs,
Don't sway your hips! ...
#strength
#courage
#inspirational
#misunderstood
#tolerance
516 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th May 2019 5:58pm
9th May 2019 5:58pm
All Hail the Dying God!
All hail the dying God!
Lugh la Gyffes,
Lugh of the long arm of summer.
The natives speak of the give away,
The gifts of death.
So hot,
The hills the gold of late August,
Under the early July sun.
The river arching its spine
As it writhes between baked fields.
Black berries sweet and plump on the cane,
Belying the haze of fire in the air,
And the ripe red sun,
Rising and setting on burning forests.
All hail the dying god.
John Barleycorn.
Seed heads ready to spill their gifts on...
Lugh la Gyffes,
Lugh of the long arm of summer.
The natives speak of the give away,
The gifts of death.
So hot,
The hills the gold of late August,
Under the early July sun.
The river arching its spine
As it writhes between baked fields.
Black berries sweet and plump on the cane,
Belying the haze of fire in the air,
And the ripe red sun,
Rising and setting on burning forests.
All hail the dying god.
John Barleycorn.
Seed heads ready to spill their gifts on...
#fire
#rebirth
#pagan
#magic
#death
451 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2019 5:46pm
9th May 2019 5:46pm
The Empty Cup
I empty myself
at your feet.
The overflowing cup
Spilled across the tile floor.
The tea pot broken,
And my tepid consciousness
Drips off of the table,
And into the abyss.
Drop by drop,
Myself flows away.
My cup tipped by desire....
Once I was full,
knowing it all.
How else can I make room for love?
at your feet.
The overflowing cup
Spilled across the tile floor.
The tea pot broken,
And my tepid consciousness
Drips off of the table,
And into the abyss.
Drop by drop,
Myself flows away.
My cup tipped by desire....
Once I was full,
knowing it all.
How else can I make room for love?
#love
#emptiness
616 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2019 2:04am
9th May 2019 2:04am
Wild Ferment
So unexpected,
Landing in my creative juices,
Caught on the afternoon breezes,
Carried from far off lands and hidden microbial worlds.
Curled around a grapes taut skin.
Sheltered in the leaf mould,
Passing centuries beneath the crumbled monastery stone.
Smelling of musk and jasmine.
Waiting for a chance to bloom again.
Oh, how we fear the wild ones,
Seek to own and culture and control.
Swab and plate the petri dish.
Number, code, define, describe, categorize.
Grow under controlled conditions,
Remake,...
Landing in my creative juices,
Caught on the afternoon breezes,
Carried from far off lands and hidden microbial worlds.
Curled around a grapes taut skin.
Sheltered in the leaf mould,
Passing centuries beneath the crumbled monastery stone.
Smelling of musk and jasmine.
Waiting for a chance to bloom again.
Oh, how we fear the wild ones,
Seek to own and culture and control.
Swab and plate the petri dish.
Number, code, define, describe, categorize.
Grow under controlled conditions,
Remake,...
#inspirational
#water
#alcohol
554 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2019 1:07am
9th May 2019 1:07am
3:24am
3:24 am
Possibly drunk text from friend:
"I failed, but I am on my way."
Leaves me awake,
Watching the rising druid moon playing hide and seek
between trees and clouds on the hill top,
Distorted through aged glass,
Caught between light and dark,
She has me contemplating,
The solid/liquid state of things.
Possibly drunk text from friend:
"I failed, but I am on my way."
Leaves me awake,
Watching the rising druid moon playing hide and seek
between trees and clouds on the hill top,
Distorted through aged glass,
Caught between light and dark,
She has me contemplating,
The solid/liquid state of things.
#night
520 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th May 2019 9:09am
8th May 2019 9:09am
Monsoon Season
Monsoon season,
The storm rolls in off the desert.
Blue sky overhead,
Cirrulean in its depths,
thunder heads gathering all around,
A splash and ripple of rainbow arches
over the edge of the Mogollon rim.
Standing at the edge of a 2000 foot drop
into a red rock abyss,
as the wind lifts me,
spreading my wings,
soaring on the edge of the tide.
Watching the distant lightning waltz across the desert peaks,
The storm gods grumble to each other and echo through the distant canyons.
Dust devils dance about me,
As...
The storm rolls in off the desert.
Blue sky overhead,
Cirrulean in its depths,
thunder heads gathering all around,
A splash and ripple of rainbow arches
over the edge of the Mogollon rim.
Standing at the edge of a 2000 foot drop
into a red rock abyss,
as the wind lifts me,
spreading my wings,
soaring on the edge of the tide.
Watching the distant lightning waltz across the desert peaks,
The storm gods grumble to each other and echo through the distant canyons.
Dust devils dance about me,
As...
#storm
#rainbow
#wind #pagan
#wind #pagan
613 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th May 2019 9:01am
8th May 2019 9:01am
Calling
So many times I have called on the night wind.
Waiting, listening for your voice to call back,
Hearing it's echoes in the wind in the leaves,
The cicada in the magnolias,
The singing of the stars in the high Aspen branches,
The crystalline silence of a winter night,
The rush of a spring rain flowing,
becoming a torrent between the swollen banks,
The frogs calling, calling in the warm spring dusk.
Each of these,
A whisper across the ethers.
But waiting, waiting still, for your voice to sing back to me across time and space.
Is...
Waiting, listening for your voice to call back,
Hearing it's echoes in the wind in the leaves,
The cicada in the magnolias,
The singing of the stars in the high Aspen branches,
The crystalline silence of a winter night,
The rush of a spring rain flowing,
becoming a torrent between the swollen banks,
The frogs calling, calling in the warm spring dusk.
Each of these,
A whisper across the ethers.
But waiting, waiting still, for your voice to sing back to me across time and space.
Is...
#spiritual
#pagan
645 reads
3 Comments
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