Submissions by Syren
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poems, like everything, store energy. May you be blessed and renewed with every read.
Reflections
I wanted to tell everyone how much you didn’t love me.
And it hurt.
But instead, I glanced to a place that reflected the love I had for myself.
And in doing so received what’s truly mine.
A mirror I do not need to turn away from.
And it hurt.
But instead, I glanced to a place that reflected the love I had for myself.
And in doing so received what’s truly mine.
A mirror I do not need to turn away from.
#forgiveness
#love
#PersonalGrowth #SelfReflection
#PersonalGrowth #SelfReflection
60 reads
2 Comments
Prayer To My Dream
Dear Dream,
Please fill me up with your truth, and nothing but a truth
Wash over me like a starlit ocean
Imbibing me with magnitudes of colours and shapes
Life sustaining patterns
Unknown constellations
Decode my life like it’s a mystery worth living
In return, I tell you my secrets
With each passing night
As we get closer and closer
Until we become One
Waking… each other to Life.
Please fill me up with your truth, and nothing but a truth
Wash over me like a starlit ocean
Imbibing me with magnitudes of colours and shapes
Life sustaining patterns
Unknown constellations
Decode my life like it’s a mystery worth living
In return, I tell you my secrets
With each passing night
As we get closer and closer
Until we become One
Waking… each other to Life.
#dreams
#healing
#spiritual
#wisdom
#witches
109 reads
0 Comments
Treasure in Loss
Tomorrow will be a better day,
Because today sank.
And wrecks are recovered by treasure hunters,
Whose joy of discovery will soften the pain of loss.
Because today sank.
And wrecks are recovered by treasure hunters,
Whose joy of discovery will soften the pain of loss.
#happiness
#sadness
102 reads
1 Comment
Dream
Maybe tonight I won’t ask for a dream.
I’ll let the dream choose me.
Like I am someone the dream needs.
To pass through, to be felt.
Like a ghost
Needing a body, through which to live its desires.
I’ll let the dream choose me.
Like I am someone the dream needs.
To pass through, to be felt.
Like a ghost
Needing a body, through which to live its desires.
#freedom
#sensual
#surreal
108 reads
1 Comment
Advent
Life has planted itself inside of me
Like red velvet rose
Fragranced ovation
That won the game of life
Like red velvet rose
Fragranced ovation
That won the game of life
#SelfReflection
#success
#uplifting #minimalist
#uplifting #minimalist
94 reads
3 Comments
Reversed
#loneliness
#sensual
145 reads
6 Comments
Sunday
I dip my foot in boredom and feel its presence.
Now my body under the blanket melting in its warmth.
And then emptiness and a craving for something to happen,
but I'm unwilling to move.
I'm drowning by now in thoughts of things to come,what to do,
where to go, who to phone, how much time do I have?
Restlessness and frustration kick in.
I feel my heart announcing my body's dissatisfaction.
I breathe in the silence and tell myself it's all right to be like this.
Undriven, passive, free of duties.
Just feeding off whiteness of the wall.
...
Now my body under the blanket melting in its warmth.
And then emptiness and a craving for something to happen,
but I'm unwilling to move.
I'm drowning by now in thoughts of things to come,what to do,
where to go, who to phone, how much time do I have?
Restlessness and frustration kick in.
I feel my heart announcing my body's dissatisfaction.
I breathe in the silence and tell myself it's all right to be like this.
Undriven, passive, free of duties.
Just feeding off whiteness of the wall.
...
811 reads
4 Comments
Sweetness gone
All those words made of candy floss,
Unimaginable feelings.
All those words with hidden swords,
Ambiguous dealings.
All my vain and all world's pain
on a palm of your hand.
Your sweetness is sour, hungry for power,
I'm yours no more...
Unimaginable feelings.
All those words with hidden swords,
Ambiguous dealings.
All my vain and all world's pain
on a palm of your hand.
Your sweetness is sour, hungry for power,
I'm yours no more...
951 reads
4 Comments
I only f**k poets
The beauty of feelings told in a way unhinged and undressed,
My eyes reading the truth which you daringly express..
Your desires darker than the thickest of woods,
But I feel the woo and I follow...
Tonight, I walk in a forest dark and dire,
My steps are wary, searching for ...
.. I must open the door, it's not a forest, it's a meadow,
Full of flowers of evil, harmless and no darker than a shadow.
My eyes reading the truth which you daringly express..
Your desires darker than the thickest of woods,
But I feel the woo and I follow...
Tonight, I walk in a forest dark and dire,
My steps are wary, searching for ...
.. I must open the door, it's not a forest, it's a meadow,
Full of flowers of evil, harmless and no darker than a shadow.
1087 reads
10 Comments
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