Submissions by Tallquietguy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Can you call yourself a poet if you only write when the muse beckons? Sometimes I feel as if someone else is writing the words & I'm just the one putting them on paper. Schizophrenic or just plain weird?
DARK POEM
Published
19th Jan 2021 1:40am
19th Jan 2021 1:40am
Autumn of the Heart
One by one, my wishes and dreams,
my silly little plans, all my endless schemes
Turn brittle and brown and fall to the ground,
blown by the wind and scattered around
As my spirit grows ever colder
If ever I had a life to live,
If ever I had a love to give,
It’s only a mirage that taunts,
promise broken and left to rot
As my soul grows ever colder
I long to disappear like the sun in the west,
find the end of the road and my measure of rest
My footsteps would fade like the morning fog
I was never here, no...
my silly little plans, all my endless schemes
Turn brittle and brown and fall to the ground,
blown by the wind and scattered around
As my spirit grows ever colder
If ever I had a life to live,
If ever I had a love to give,
It’s only a mirage that taunts,
promise broken and left to rot
As my soul grows ever colder
I long to disappear like the sun in the west,
find the end of the road and my measure of rest
My footsteps would fade like the morning fog
I was never here, no...
#depression
#loneliness
#disappointment #emptiness
#disappointment #emptiness
396 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2021 9:55pm
10th Jan 2021 9:55pm
A City Summer Night
Summer evening breeze, flowing cool and soft
Caress my face with your gentle touch
Kiss my lips as no lover can
Carry my spirit away to distant lands
Roaming darkened streets abandoned by man,
Ever more aware of God’s silent hand,
I feel my soul rising, seeking new heights,
Breaking the chains I impose in the light
Sounds of nature, I admit your life!
You express your purpose, perhaps greater than mine
But dare I ask you to lower your voice?
You disturb my romance with the wind and the night
Why do men fear the...
Caress my face with your gentle touch
Kiss my lips as no lover can
Carry my spirit away to distant lands
Roaming darkened streets abandoned by man,
Ever more aware of God’s silent hand,
I feel my soul rising, seeking new heights,
Breaking the chains I impose in the light
Sounds of nature, I admit your life!
You express your purpose, perhaps greater than mine
But dare I ask you to lower your voice?
You disturb my romance with the wind and the night
Why do men fear the...
#animals
#sky
#night
#nature
#redemption
286 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jan 2021 00:56am
10th Jan 2021 00:56am
Images
Come take my hand
Let’s walk and talk of what we feel
Can’t see your face, don’t know your name –
a stranger I once met?
Your beauty surpasses the rainbow’s shimmer,
your smile the morning sun
Your touch is soft like a summer breeze,
electric waves of power leap out
You come and go throughout my life,
But images remain
They begin to build to alarming heights
the realities they replace
“Oh, to sleep, perchance to dream – “
to see you once again!
‘Twould be heaven to hold in flesh and blood
the one who...
Let’s walk and talk of what we feel
Can’t see your face, don’t know your name –
a stranger I once met?
Your beauty surpasses the rainbow’s shimmer,
your smile the morning sun
Your touch is soft like a summer breeze,
electric waves of power leap out
You come and go throughout my life,
But images remain
They begin to build to alarming heights
the realities they replace
“Oh, to sleep, perchance to dream – “
to see you once again!
‘Twould be heaven to hold in flesh and blood
the one who...
#romantic
#beauty
#FallingInLove
385 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jan 2021 00:38am
7th Jan 2021 00:38am
An Appeal to Olympus
Aye, what a curse to have ever been born,
to be thrust into exile in this cold, foreign land!
What crime did I commit to deserve such a fate?
What obscure, unjust law did I unknowingly violate?
I do not recall any semblance of a trial,
no reading of the charges, no defense of any kind
And yet here I am in this prison of men,
hoping each moment for the nightmare to end
I formally request an early release
Is there a lawyer who’s qualified to handle the case?
…to draw up a petition and submit it to Zeus, ...
to be thrust into exile in this cold, foreign land!
What crime did I commit to deserve such a fate?
What obscure, unjust law did I unknowingly violate?
I do not recall any semblance of a trial,
no reading of the charges, no defense of any kind
And yet here I am in this prison of men,
hoping each moment for the nightmare to end
I formally request an early release
Is there a lawyer who’s qualified to handle the case?
…to draw up a petition and submit it to Zeus, ...
#depression
#LifeCycle
#disappointment
289 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2021 2:16pm
5th Jan 2021 2:16pm
So It Goes
Your vision haunts my tortured mind,
a dizzying hall of mirrors inside
I close my eyes and turn away
As I glance back, you fade to gray
Your mocking voice echoes in the dark,
searing words that wound and scar
I close my eyes and drift away
My dream of love was all in vain
So it goes when illusion reigns
Chasing ghosts and stranger things
Time reveals the web of lies,
shattered hearts and lovers’ sighs
What profits a man to lose his soul
on wasted nights and fire grown cold?
Rather walk alone thru pouring...
a dizzying hall of mirrors inside
I close my eyes and turn away
As I glance back, you fade to gray
Your mocking voice echoes in the dark,
searing words that wound and scar
I close my eyes and drift away
My dream of love was all in vain
So it goes when illusion reigns
Chasing ghosts and stranger things
Time reveals the web of lies,
shattered hearts and lovers’ sighs
What profits a man to lose his soul
on wasted nights and fire grown cold?
Rather walk alone thru pouring...
#regret
#dark
#confusion #denial
#confusion #denial
332 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2021 11:41pm
4th Jan 2021 11:41pm
Going 'Round in Circles
If man was truly meant
to live in this world,
then why was he born to die?
If death is the end
and not merely a door,
then why should I even try?
If it is but a cliche
to speak of such things,
it’s because no answer rings true
If no answer is true
with no reason to be found,
the problem must lie with my human-centric view.
to live in this world,
then why was he born to die?
If death is the end
and not merely a door,
then why should I even try?
If it is but a cliche
to speak of such things,
it’s because no answer rings true
If no answer is true
with no reason to be found,
the problem must lie with my human-centric view.
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
300 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jan 2021 7:24pm
4th Jan 2021 7:24pm
Silence Is My Friend
Yesterday is a mirror,
Reflecting back choices made
and the stories that follow,
etched in stone forever…
Or until the swirling sands of time
Erode the record of my deeds
into barely-discernible ‘glyphs
Will I then simply disappear?
In vain I struggle to grasp
the essence, the significance
of each passing breeze
of thought, word, action
And sense the disquieting truth
that Life holds no intrinsic meaning
beyond that created within the depths
of my own imagination
Silence is my friend ...
Reflecting back choices made
and the stories that follow,
etched in stone forever…
Or until the swirling sands of time
Erode the record of my deeds
into barely-discernible ‘glyphs
Will I then simply disappear?
In vain I struggle to grasp
the essence, the significance
of each passing breeze
of thought, word, action
And sense the disquieting truth
that Life holds no intrinsic meaning
beyond that created within the depths
of my own imagination
Silence is my friend ...
#loneliness
#silence
#Buddhist
#Taoism
#emptiness
396 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
4th Jan 2021 6:15am
4th Jan 2021 6:15am
Floating
Floating in a vacuum
of anachronistic indifference
Fatally infected
with metastasistic cynicism
Blood coursing though my veins
is a disinterested shade of gray
Merely killing time
day by meaningless day
What future still remains
for a creation of the past,
swept asunder by history
and tides of relentless change?
State of disconnection,
absence of direction
Eyes can see, mind perceives
The heart is cold and still
What does it mean to want,
what does it mean to dream,
what does it...
of anachronistic indifference
Fatally infected
with metastasistic cynicism
Blood coursing though my veins
is a disinterested shade of gray
Merely killing time
day by meaningless day
What future still remains
for a creation of the past,
swept asunder by history
and tides of relentless change?
State of disconnection,
absence of direction
Eyes can see, mind perceives
The heart is cold and still
What does it mean to want,
what does it mean to dream,
what does it...
#depression
#dark
#emptiness #boredom
#emptiness #boredom
332 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2021 00:30am
4th Jan 2021 00:30am
Limits
Meetings and partings
are births and deaths,
Life’s endless dance thru time
Our paths converge
and continue on,
Turning friends into strangers once again
In a moment, a year,
We shed a lonely tear
It’s almost as if we’d never met
Mourn for the memories
Mourn the lost love – but
don’t cry for their fate now beyond your control.
are births and deaths,
Life’s endless dance thru time
Our paths converge
and continue on,
Turning friends into strangers once again
In a moment, a year,
We shed a lonely tear
It’s almost as if we’d never met
Mourn for the memories
Mourn the lost love – but
don’t cry for their fate now beyond your control.
#breakup
#LifeCycle
#separation
349 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
3rd Jan 2021 7:25pm
3rd Jan 2021 7:25pm
Ghost Refugees
They come, they go. … They disappear into little black holes
They rant, they rave. … Not all though can be saved
They laugh, they joke. … To forget what makes them choke
They cry, they scream. … For madness that has no meaning
Refugees from a broken world, careening down the lost highway
Searching for a kindred spirit, running from the dark of day
Society is apathetic, still my smile is copacetic
All the world’s a stage, you see – no one shall know the scars in me
They come, they go. … They disappear into little black holes
They rant,...
They rant, they rave. … Not all though can be saved
They laugh, they joke. … To forget what makes them choke
They cry, they scream. … For madness that has no meaning
Refugees from a broken world, careening down the lost highway
Searching for a kindred spirit, running from the dark of day
Society is apathetic, still my smile is copacetic
All the world’s a stage, you see – no one shall know the scars in me
They come, they go. … They disappear into little black holes
They rant,...
#sadness
#anger
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
340 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2021 3:54pm
3rd Jan 2021 3:54pm
One Star
One star
Alone
Huddled in a corner of the universe
Other bodies
Distant
Their gravitational pull but a nudge, a whisper
Its light
Reflected
back to itself by the hardened shell of loneliness
Dark countenance
Cold
Fading warmth trapped in a core no being will ever penetrate to share
One star
Dying,
victim of its own success in hiding –
afraid of living, afraid of feeling.
Alone
Huddled in a corner of the universe
Other bodies
Distant
Their gravitational pull but a nudge, a whisper
Its light
Reflected
back to itself by the hardened shell of loneliness
Dark countenance
Cold
Fading warmth trapped in a core no being will ever penetrate to share
One star
Dying,
victim of its own success in hiding –
afraid of living, afraid of feeling.
#depression
#loneliness
#emptiness
312 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2021 11:30pm
2nd Jan 2021 11:30pm
Tis But a Day
I dreamed a dream of being young
that lasted but an hour
When I awoke, the world was gray,
my youth a crumpled flower.
Where flies the days & years of old? –
ageless Sol will not reveal
Memories stir at inconvenient times,
but the past does not seem real.
Still a word, a story, a silly song
can move my heart to tears
I rage at the power Time does possess
to lay waste all I hold dear.
I lie alone and wait in vain,
longing for the dream to renew;
Yet I know inside ’twill be only a day
before I’m...
that lasted but an hour
When I awoke, the world was gray,
my youth a crumpled flower.
Where flies the days & years of old? –
ageless Sol will not reveal
Memories stir at inconvenient times,
but the past does not seem real.
Still a word, a story, a silly song
can move my heart to tears
I rage at the power Time does possess
to lay waste all I hold dear.
I lie alone and wait in vain,
longing for the dream to renew;
Yet I know inside ’twill be only a day
before I’m...
#sadness
#LifeCycle
#aging
#nostalgia
#emptiness
385 reads
1 Comment
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