Submissions by Star1973 (Linda)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My favorite way to write is very deep and emotional. I write in free verse and like rhyme but not too much and I like reading sentimental and deep poems. I like poems that are true to life and uplifting as well.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2019 6:04am
1st Mar 2019 6:04am
CALM
My world mostly exists under the face of the dark sky
Where the daywalkers sleep
They are tucked away
Babies in their cribs
In their sleep, living in the ideal world that lies to them
As dreams...
In my reality
The one that sits on the fine line between sunset and sunrise
Where I gave up seeing the day long ago and sunrises never
In a world that is alone
Making me a part of its family
Sometimes it's not so bad sitting with my thoughts
Here beside me
No one interferes with our conversations
Keeping me thinking deep ...
Where the daywalkers sleep
They are tucked away
Babies in their cribs
In their sleep, living in the ideal world that lies to them
As dreams...
In my reality
The one that sits on the fine line between sunset and sunrise
Where I gave up seeing the day long ago and sunrises never
In a world that is alone
Making me a part of its family
Sometimes it's not so bad sitting with my thoughts
Here beside me
No one interferes with our conversations
Keeping me thinking deep ...
#night
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2019 5:38am
1st Mar 2019 5:38am
A GENUINE UNHAPPINESS
Everyone with their sewn smiles
At least some can say theirs is unfeigned
I may not have the perfect life
As which to make for me
All of my days
The weight of despair keeps me in the darkest room
Leaving no room for escape
The rest of the world is so jovial it makes me sick!
They do no know gloom
Their happiness blinds them
At least some can say theirs is unfeigned
I may not have the perfect life
As which to make for me
All of my days
The weight of despair keeps me in the darkest room
Leaving no room for escape
The rest of the world is so jovial it makes me sick!
They do no know gloom
Their happiness blinds them
#depression
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2019 7:32am
28th Feb 2019 7:32am
SHE IS AT REST
What was the life she led?
Much like mine or someone of high stature?
I cupped her ice cold hand to rest in the warmth of mine
Her fingers limp, hang over my hand
Such as a wilted, unwatered, house plants do
She is jaundice and monotone
Wiping a cloth across her forehead
Down to close her eyes
Though not my flesh and blood
I have deep respects
Each wrinkle made roads on her face
Deep as canyons
Some parts smoothed by beauty creams
Her spirit seems to be asleep
She might wake...
Much like mine or someone of high stature?
I cupped her ice cold hand to rest in the warmth of mine
Her fingers limp, hang over my hand
Such as a wilted, unwatered, house plants do
She is jaundice and monotone
Wiping a cloth across her forehead
Down to close her eyes
Though not my flesh and blood
I have deep respects
Each wrinkle made roads on her face
Deep as canyons
Some parts smoothed by beauty creams
Her spirit seems to be asleep
She might wake...
#death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2019 7:31am
28th Feb 2019 7:31am
A SMALL TOWN CAFE
I with my book in a desolate cafe
The redolence of fresh ground coffee swims in the air
I find myself dreaming I'm sitting in the middle of a field in Colombia
A very careless man casually walks through the door
Uncombed hair
A noticeable sweaty t-shirt as if he wiped his face on it several times
Sweat bleeds out from his armpits
His eyes bulged out and swollen
His eyes ill-tempered and heavy
Hesitant, as he orders a cup of coffee
Combing the side of his black hair back with his hand
Then
Takes his cup of...
The redolence of fresh ground coffee swims in the air
I find myself dreaming I'm sitting in the middle of a field in Colombia
A very careless man casually walks through the door
Uncombed hair
A noticeable sweaty t-shirt as if he wiped his face on it several times
Sweat bleeds out from his armpits
His eyes bulged out and swollen
His eyes ill-tempered and heavy
Hesitant, as he orders a cup of coffee
Combing the side of his black hair back with his hand
Then
Takes his cup of...
#depression
450 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2019 9:50pm
27th Feb 2019 9:50pm
CHAPTERS
The chapters in a person's life are the book of their soul
Sometimes the chains stretch a decade of pains
Some chapters last only for a moment, some for a few months, and others...years
We either stay weak or we get strong
Some of us weave our way through life with no problems
Some stumble in drunk
Some cry a million tears
They know they can't quite move on yet
Eventually, this Book
Our whole life
Will make sense
Only when death is upon us one day
Then will we turn to look back
See the miles of experiences we have trailed...
Sometimes the chains stretch a decade of pains
Some chapters last only for a moment, some for a few months, and others...years
We either stay weak or we get strong
Some of us weave our way through life with no problems
Some stumble in drunk
Some cry a million tears
They know they can't quite move on yet
Eventually, this Book
Our whole life
Will make sense
Only when death is upon us one day
Then will we turn to look back
See the miles of experiences we have trailed...
#LifeChangingMoment
563 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2019 9:40pm
27th Feb 2019 9:40pm
RAIN
Sometimes rain comes when you don't want it to
Sometimes it never ends
Charcoal clouds
Hang nightmares
We hate rain
Yet we love water
So we should love rain
It brings us survival
Shelters our despondent thirst
Cleansing such thick, dirty lungs
Lungs of man
Pollutes himself
Earth's tears flood evil men away
The sky weeps under duress
The tears keep coming
There is no rest
Raindrops roll off of leaves of trees
The sea sinks beneath the soil
We reap
...
Sometimes it never ends
Charcoal clouds
Hang nightmares
We hate rain
Yet we love water
So we should love rain
It brings us survival
Shelters our despondent thirst
Cleansing such thick, dirty lungs
Lungs of man
Pollutes himself
Earth's tears flood evil men away
The sky weeps under duress
The tears keep coming
There is no rest
Raindrops roll off of leaves of trees
The sea sinks beneath the soil
We reap
...
#rain
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2019 5:57pm
26th Feb 2019 5:57pm
YEARNING
The depth of one's heart is what makes us human
The depth of any ocean is much like that of any man
With the garbage that settles to the bottom of its old age
Angry waves that are cold and bitter
Cradling from the East to the West
Tsunami rise
Prophetic signs
Three stories high
Screaming through its hollow mouth
Yearning to be heard through salty tears
Stricken pain from the illness and disease
From toxins permeating it with plastics and oils
Her desperate high pitched moans to the moon at night
Never stopping by day ...
The depth of any ocean is much like that of any man
With the garbage that settles to the bottom of its old age
Angry waves that are cold and bitter
Cradling from the East to the West
Tsunami rise
Prophetic signs
Three stories high
Screaming through its hollow mouth
Yearning to be heard through salty tears
Stricken pain from the illness and disease
From toxins permeating it with plastics and oils
Her desperate high pitched moans to the moon at night
Never stopping by day ...
#sea
683 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2019 5:56pm
26th Feb 2019 5:56pm
ROSES AT SUNSET
Divine
Red as blood
Perfumed youth
Hypnotizing....
A luring mistress
Does in the evening shadows of romantic flair
Speaks through the commune of bouquets
It's gardens
Dancing
Wailing through the winds
Adoration of silkened petals
The hands of enchantress touch
In every erotic nerve with veins raised up
Poisoned by the breath of sweet thickened nectar
Moon's glare gives them light
To be queens of the night
The army of thorns protect their fragility
Although their heart dauntless
Red as blood
Perfumed youth
Hypnotizing....
A luring mistress
Does in the evening shadows of romantic flair
Speaks through the commune of bouquets
It's gardens
Dancing
Wailing through the winds
Adoration of silkened petals
The hands of enchantress touch
In every erotic nerve with veins raised up
Poisoned by the breath of sweet thickened nectar
Moon's glare gives them light
To be queens of the night
The army of thorns protect their fragility
Although their heart dauntless
#flowers
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