Submissions by Vermilion_Apples
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2022 8:37pm
6th Nov 2022 8:37pm
I admire the poetry of the wind
I admire the poetry of the wind
From a memorial park bench. Beneath
The shade of a hundred-year-old oak tree,
I love the timbre of its voice through the
Yellow summer grass; around my sneakers,
Like it would lift me away if it could.
Swallow me in the warm pastels of sun-
Set, against a backdrop of half-lit stars.
And I admire the poetry of you
From a newly budded Japanese maple.
Breaking down the stage after a long dull day,
Then watching the constellations with me.
From a memorial park bench. Beneath
The shade of a hundred-year-old oak tree,
I love the timbre of its voice through the
Yellow summer grass; around my sneakers,
Like it would lift me away if it could.
Swallow me in the warm pastels of sun-
Set, against a backdrop of half-lit stars.
And I admire the poetry of you
From a newly budded Japanese maple.
Breaking down the stage after a long dull day,
Then watching the constellations with me.
#FallingInLove
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Oct 2021 4:04am
25th Oct 2021 4:04am
Walk Home
There are wet leaves
scattered; stuck along
the cracked sidewalk.
They make no sound
under my leather boots.
The rain quit an hour ago.
The songbirds are still silent;
crows bounce in the street
The air is pinpricks
against my long day face.
As I ponder down the way
I fiddle with the bracelet
on my left wrist. It reminds me
of a warm place. It feels like you.
The Halloween wind lets out
a dying breath. It is so long.
scattered; stuck along
the cracked sidewalk.
They make no sound
under my leather boots.
The rain quit an hour ago.
The songbirds are still silent;
crows bounce in the street
The air is pinpricks
against my long day face.
As I ponder down the way
I fiddle with the bracelet
on my left wrist. It reminds me
of a warm place. It feels like you.
The Halloween wind lets out
a dying breath. It is so long.
#Halloween
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jun 2021 7:16am
11th Jun 2021 7:16am
Once I climbed a mountain
Far overhead, a ripe coconut
Falling from the tree, cracks on a soft skull;
I hear it echo from across the sea
And it digs into my eardrums.
I see the terror in that poor man
And his inevitable soft curtsey
Off of this stupid ugly little rock.
I feel his skull split and fall to pieces
And the sidewalk slick with its old treasures.
I smell the bile of passersby and the
Back of a state-of-the-art ambulance.
I am haunted by that wandering ghost;
By his friends and family and loved ones.
They whisper in my ear, keeping me safe. ...
Falling from the tree, cracks on a soft skull;
I hear it echo from across the sea
And it digs into my eardrums.
I see the terror in that poor man
And his inevitable soft curtsey
Off of this stupid ugly little rock.
I feel his skull split and fall to pieces
And the sidewalk slick with its old treasures.
I smell the bile of passersby and the
Back of a state-of-the-art ambulance.
I am haunted by that wandering ghost;
By his friends and family and loved ones.
They whisper in my ear, keeping me safe. ...
#separation
335 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2021 5:56am
20th Apr 2021 5:56am
To New Beginnings
Us three broken records
Us birthday clowns
On stilts cradling each other
Us crying infants
Us bartenders
Of a secret tavern
Us on a long hike
Us frozen in time
In super eight
Us together
Us ten thousand miles
From somewhere
Us gentle kings
Us tyrants
Of our own nations
Us water lilies
Us spaceships
Above the earth in orbit
Us diamonds
Us feathers
Plucked from a Christmas goose
Us serial murderers
Us lovers
Always loved
In love
Us birthday clowns
On stilts cradling each other
Us crying infants
Us bartenders
Of a secret tavern
Us on a long hike
Us frozen in time
In super eight
Us together
Us ten thousand miles
From somewhere
Us gentle kings
Us tyrants
Of our own nations
Us water lilies
Us spaceships
Above the earth in orbit
Us diamonds
Us feathers
Plucked from a Christmas goose
Us serial murderers
Us lovers
Always loved
In love
#friendship
308 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2021 5:40pm
13th Apr 2021 5:40pm
My Love
1914
My love is a coda, long
After we have passed.
New creatures spring
From our soft bodies
And critique it and poke at it.
In a tangle of untruths
And speculation.
1939
My love is fire,
Unruly and loud, crackling
And spitting toward
Passerbys. They'd
Collapse otherwise,
hopeless. I am the prince
Of a faraway land,
Proud and shining.
1967
My love is in beauty.
The hand on my chest
Or the friendship it offers.
Cool breeze and
ghostly echos of us ...
My love is a coda, long
After we have passed.
New creatures spring
From our soft bodies
And critique it and poke at it.
In a tangle of untruths
And speculation.
1939
My love is fire,
Unruly and loud, crackling
And spitting toward
Passerbys. They'd
Collapse otherwise,
hopeless. I am the prince
Of a faraway land,
Proud and shining.
1967
My love is in beauty.
The hand on my chest
Or the friendship it offers.
Cool breeze and
ghostly echos of us ...
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2021 9:27pm
3rd Apr 2021 9:27pm
To You As Me
You are the sun
I pirouette in circles around you
I am a diamond
Shattered into a thousand colors
Laid out on the floor
A reflection of the energy I saw
Burn down
What's forever
Show how
In the moment
Red has never been so loud
And my blue has never felt so bold
Touching you
Touching me
Touching hands
In the car at a traffic stop
The streetlights cast your shadow
Underneath my skin
You are the wind
I sway and chime along your currents
I am a robin ...
I pirouette in circles around you
I am a diamond
Shattered into a thousand colors
Laid out on the floor
A reflection of the energy I saw
Burn down
What's forever
Show how
In the moment
Red has never been so loud
And my blue has never felt so bold
Touching you
Touching me
Touching hands
In the car at a traffic stop
The streetlights cast your shadow
Underneath my skin
You are the wind
I sway and chime along your currents
I am a robin ...
#love
330 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2021 00:47am
14th Jan 2021 00:47am
Paper Folds
My neighbor was
a china doll
who wrapped his hands
around his drawl
so thick it could
melt steel beams
the ones he would create
always on
paper folds
a voice as sweet
as a rock n roll band
drunk off the fumes
of last night’s show
an empty room I know
destiny
is closing in
and kingdom come
where we begin
a white picket fence
to close the way
and a chest, tenser every day
georgette breadth
acrylic eye...
a china doll
who wrapped his hands
around his drawl
so thick it could
melt steel beams
the ones he would create
always on
paper folds
a voice as sweet
as a rock n roll band
drunk off the fumes
of last night’s show
an empty room I know
destiny
is closing in
and kingdom come
where we begin
a white picket fence
to close the way
and a chest, tenser every day
georgette breadth
acrylic eye...
#heartbroken
333 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2021 5:58am
10th Jan 2021 5:58am
My Dear Maybe
My dear Maybe had to die
And all the money, world, and I.
Under the railway; in the
Desert, two handprints for me
Alone.
Slumped against the cypress trunk.
Million-dollar dress. Undrunk
A night she said she’s wanting
To spend our whole lives floating
To atone.
A torch to keep it sturdy.
Wet blanket for the journey.
With coppered nails who stole my breast
Her lovers’ lead tastes the best
When in Rome.
...
And all the money, world, and I.
Under the railway; in the
Desert, two handprints for me
Alone.
Slumped against the cypress trunk.
Million-dollar dress. Undrunk
A night she said she’s wanting
To spend our whole lives floating
To atone.
A torch to keep it sturdy.
Wet blanket for the journey.
With coppered nails who stole my breast
Her lovers’ lead tastes the best
When in Rome.
...
#politics
496 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jan 2021 5:11am
1st Jan 2021 5:11am
A Romance
I drove by a house today with
My name printed neatly on the
Mailbox staked next to its drive.
It felt like you but it was just
A romance about New Year’s Day.
A moment of instrumental
bliss.
My name printed neatly on the
Mailbox staked next to its drive.
It felt like you but it was just
A romance about New Year’s Day.
A moment of instrumental
bliss.
#dreams
302 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2020 10:23am
23rd Dec 2020 10:23am
Christmas Kind Of Colors
A neon sign, the color, well
Christmas kind of colors y’know?
Like ruby red and pine tree green?
Sort of somber like that, a sign in a sea of signs.
But sort of sparkling against the window.
Maybe It had the name of the diner on it?
The place was too empty to really tell.
Been empty for a while by the looks of it.
Just an old tiled floor and some chrome bar stools.
Pretty sure there used to be a bar in there.
And some tables around the edge. I liked those I think.
White on the tops and marble around the edges.
Or was the other way...
Christmas kind of colors y’know?
Like ruby red and pine tree green?
Sort of somber like that, a sign in a sea of signs.
But sort of sparkling against the window.
Maybe It had the name of the diner on it?
The place was too empty to really tell.
Been empty for a while by the looks of it.
Just an old tiled floor and some chrome bar stools.
Pretty sure there used to be a bar in there.
And some tables around the edge. I liked those I think.
White on the tops and marble around the edges.
Or was the other way...
#winter
374 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Dec 2020 9:18pm
5th Dec 2020 9:18pm
For The Birds
#PowerOfWords
#freedom
#art #responsibility
#art #responsibility
388 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2020 7:55pm
2nd Dec 2020 7:55pm
From A Nightmare
Two Lepers collapsed in an open field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and burnt skin, fuel
for the bonfire. A mannequin
Sang travel songs for the country roads.
Hangs over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, insides dangle, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
Two Lepers collapsed in an open field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and liquid eyes, fuel
for the...
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and burnt skin, fuel
for the bonfire. A mannequin
Sang travel songs for the country roads.
Hangs over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, insides dangle, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
Two Lepers collapsed in an open field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and liquid eyes, fuel
for the...
#death
#fate
#ignorance
367 reads
6 Comments
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