Submissions by Tristique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2014 9:57pm
2nd Mar 2014 9:57pm
The Answer
To see, to hear, and in turn to offer one’s reality
without hesitation or artifice.
To align mind, heart and words with open hands;
to smile at those who hurt.
To belong to one another and move past habits
of false power and want.
To wait for the lost to find their place in the circle,
several lives over.
without hesitation or artifice.
To align mind, heart and words with open hands;
to smile at those who hurt.
To belong to one another and move past habits
of false power and want.
To wait for the lost to find their place in the circle,
several lives over.
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2014 7:09am
2nd Mar 2014 7:09am
Keep Calm, Stick to the Story
In the flow of the story, I stop, stumbling over your gaze.
Before I can frame the "wh-" of "what?" you kiss me,
demanding all the oxygen in the room.
You smile into my lips, my squeak-sigh amusing you.
Under my hand is the heat and thud in your chest.
Well, alright then... where was I? Oh, yes...
Before I can frame the "wh-" of "what?" you kiss me,
demanding all the oxygen in the room.
You smile into my lips, my squeak-sigh amusing you.
Under my hand is the heat and thud in your chest.
Well, alright then... where was I? Oh, yes...
942 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 5:02pm
28th Feb 2014 5:02pm
Storm Promises
I can hear you thinking of me,
like shushing of foam on the sand.
Some days it roars, swelling with the surf,
thudding on shores of mighty rocks.
I listen, awash with bliss, to the promise:
we will take each other by storm.
like shushing of foam on the sand.
Some days it roars, swelling with the surf,
thudding on shores of mighty rocks.
I listen, awash with bliss, to the promise:
we will take each other by storm.
732 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Feb 2014 00:35am
27th Feb 2014 00:35am
Last Chance Ashes
The ashes of a few last chances are now cold,
like all your tomorrows. I blow them off my palm.
I had an open hand, ready to pull you up - and I have -
but you saw a footstool and stepped... then misstepped.
You tripped over a myriad lies and excuses you laid
at your own feet, not mine. My hand is now closed.
The ashes of a few last chances are lost in the wind,
like all your tomorrows. May you reap all you've sown.
like all your tomorrows. I blow them off my palm.
I had an open hand, ready to pull you up - and I have -
but you saw a footstool and stepped... then misstepped.
You tripped over a myriad lies and excuses you laid
at your own feet, not mine. My hand is now closed.
The ashes of a few last chances are lost in the wind,
like all your tomorrows. May you reap all you've sown.
800 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2014 00:20am
27th Feb 2014 00:20am
Kaleidoscope Balloon
It was a dream that woke me, wide-eyed, breath short.
I glowed with the choice, to think about it, or sleep
and re-live it.
Russian doll dreams, where I slept. You leant over,
wavering but wanting. I awoke, instinctively kissed you,
hands pulling your collar.
Everything lifted, a kaleidoscope balloon adrift
on orange crush clouds. It was the start and the end,
and all I wanted.
I glowed with the choice, to think about it, or sleep
and re-live it.
Russian doll dreams, where I slept. You leant over,
wavering but wanting. I awoke, instinctively kissed you,
hands pulling your collar.
Everything lifted, a kaleidoscope balloon adrift
on orange crush clouds. It was the start and the end,
and all I wanted.
868 reads
10 Comments
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