Submissions by Virginiapetal
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I only write to rid myself of the fevers that plague my soul.
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2015 10:13pm
29th May 2015 10:13pm
Those Pictures
An aging beauty queen’s frigid smile
Coy, stupid smirk
The superficial, terrorized look
Of an animal just before
The car careens into its impotent, lazy head.
That’s the face in those pictures.
We will all be there someday
Make no mistake
With our heads bowed
We’ll grasp, without acknowledgement,
Our reaper’s hand.
No sense in flirting
With the reaper,
He will cleave you in half
Before sending you to hell
Or wherever you’re going.
The cat sits outside my bedroom door
Pawing to be let in
Not...
Coy, stupid smirk
The superficial, terrorized look
Of an animal just before
The car careens into its impotent, lazy head.
That’s the face in those pictures.
We will all be there someday
Make no mistake
With our heads bowed
We’ll grasp, without acknowledgement,
Our reaper’s hand.
No sense in flirting
With the reaper,
He will cleave you in half
Before sending you to hell
Or wherever you’re going.
The cat sits outside my bedroom door
Pawing to be let in
Not...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2015 5:40pm
22nd May 2015 5:40pm
You Want to Write a Poem
That’s brave…
To take my life
And eagerly, spitefully
Put in on a page
For others to ogle
To study the ugly corners
And the littered floors
The filmy walls
Brave and bold
Like removing someone’s
Underwear, turning it inside out
Reveling in paltry stains
That aren’t yours
Will never be yours
Will not be yours
You fearlessly stand
With a golden halo
In front of Heaven’s Gates
Waving a white flag
Freshly washed
In my urine
And for that
You will easily be
The heralded hero
Bold and true...
To take my life
And eagerly, spitefully
Put in on a page
For others to ogle
To study the ugly corners
And the littered floors
The filmy walls
Brave and bold
Like removing someone’s
Underwear, turning it inside out
Reveling in paltry stains
That aren’t yours
Will never be yours
Will not be yours
You fearlessly stand
With a golden halo
In front of Heaven’s Gates
Waving a white flag
Freshly washed
In my urine
And for that
You will easily be
The heralded hero
Bold and true...
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16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2015 7:32pm
20th May 2015 7:32pm
Silence
Silence,
As you see it,
Is betrayal.
I am abruptly the
Perpetrator of
A heinous lie
That will end this turbulent affair.
Or silence may be
My limp confession
Of infidelity.
Silence
Can be anything
You need it to be.
Silence is adept
At deception.
Sometimes the tenuous
Calm
Before the venomous
Storm.
As you see it,
Is betrayal.
I am abruptly the
Perpetrator of
A heinous lie
That will end this turbulent affair.
Or silence may be
My limp confession
Of infidelity.
Silence
Can be anything
You need it to be.
Silence is adept
At deception.
Sometimes the tenuous
Calm
Before the venomous
Storm.
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2015 6:13pm
14th May 2015 6:13pm
Theologian
You circle the periphery of clouds,
A vagabond of the firmament.
Perusing the sun’s corona,
A specter always pining
For meaning
But never needing
The touch of a woman
Or the feral scents of intimate urgencies.
I want you...I want
To be the pungent indecency
That binds your feet to the earth
Inhale the seedy pleasures in dirt
The artistry of sin
Lubricious offerings
And corporal sufferings
When desire consumes you whole.
Give you this...
Before you go drifting back
To your heavenly...
A vagabond of the firmament.
Perusing the sun’s corona,
A specter always pining
For meaning
But never needing
The touch of a woman
Or the feral scents of intimate urgencies.
I want you...I want
To be the pungent indecency
That binds your feet to the earth
Inhale the seedy pleasures in dirt
The artistry of sin
Lubricious offerings
And corporal sufferings
When desire consumes you whole.
Give you this...
Before you go drifting back
To your heavenly...
1147 reads
24 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th May 2015 10:29pm
12th May 2015 10:29pm
Just a Kiss
A fluttery kiss
Barely touching
The pale red
Of delicate lips
The tip of your tongue
Subtlety slipped
Cool and careful
Igniting, inflaming
Spreading a fire
Deep into shadows
Between my thighs
Initiating soothing wetness
To steady the fire
To ready the flame
Barely touching
The pale red
Of delicate lips
The tip of your tongue
Subtlety slipped
Cool and careful
Igniting, inflaming
Spreading a fire
Deep into shadows
Between my thighs
Initiating soothing wetness
To steady the fire
To ready the flame
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th May 2015 9:42pm
12th May 2015 9:42pm
Evocative Hands
Looking down at your hands,
One in my bra
The other in my panties
I fumble for a camera
To capture this image
My hips curving out the space
Dipping into the
Arc of my waist
Folding into a petal triangle
Where your hand
Is deftly tucked
But I can’t find it.
All I have
Are these words
On this page
Forging a pathway
Towards the faint
Recollection…
How your hands
Coveted the vulnerable
Pieces of me…
For a moment
Before the
Loathsome undulations
Between a...
One in my bra
The other in my panties
I fumble for a camera
To capture this image
My hips curving out the space
Dipping into the
Arc of my waist
Folding into a petal triangle
Where your hand
Is deftly tucked
But I can’t find it.
All I have
Are these words
On this page
Forging a pathway
Towards the faint
Recollection…
How your hands
Coveted the vulnerable
Pieces of me…
For a moment
Before the
Loathsome undulations
Between a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2015 4:19pm
8th May 2015 4:19pm
Knowing your past.....
Look at you
Buried deep beneath the covers
Your nocturnal aroma,
Musky, red blooded, the hard
Acidic smell of a man.
I’m standing at the edge of your bed
Performing a study
The hard lines where the sheets
Fall against your thighs
Your chest
Your face cringed painfully
As the violence of a dream
Clutches your backbone,
Diminishing you into the frail
Skeleton of a boy
Every night
I ache for you
I want to climb into bed beside you
And with my hand,
Smooth your ruffled skin
Break into your fractured...
Buried deep beneath the covers
Your nocturnal aroma,
Musky, red blooded, the hard
Acidic smell of a man.
I’m standing at the edge of your bed
Performing a study
The hard lines where the sheets
Fall against your thighs
Your chest
Your face cringed painfully
As the violence of a dream
Clutches your backbone,
Diminishing you into the frail
Skeleton of a boy
Every night
I ache for you
I want to climb into bed beside you
And with my hand,
Smooth your ruffled skin
Break into your fractured...
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11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2015 6:05pm
5th May 2015 6:05pm
I Guess I Can't Change
I can’t write about love.
I can’t write about a place
That I am foreign to.
The love I know
Sits in excrement
A low brow study of
Disappointment and emotional
Impasses.
The love I know
Laid prostrate in a hospital bed
With an isolated tear
Pooled into the corner of his eye
When the doctors told him
It would hurt, just be still,
He can breathe on his own now;
But the danger was just beginning.
Don’t tell me to write about love.
It’s not something
I understand.
Only a fleeting breath
Of...
I can’t write about a place
That I am foreign to.
The love I know
Sits in excrement
A low brow study of
Disappointment and emotional
Impasses.
The love I know
Laid prostrate in a hospital bed
With an isolated tear
Pooled into the corner of his eye
When the doctors told him
It would hurt, just be still,
He can breathe on his own now;
But the danger was just beginning.
Don’t tell me to write about love.
It’s not something
I understand.
Only a fleeting breath
Of...
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11 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st May 2015 11:43pm
1st May 2015 11:43pm
Your Rehab Appointment
He told the doctor;
I need her in my life
One way or another
To get better
And I sit beside him
Trying to grasp
Exactly what that means.
So he can get better
While I rust.
His new heroin
Heroine
That will eventually rest
On his mantle;
A priceless but dusty
Piece of memorabilia.
I need her in my life
One way or another
To get better
And I sit beside him
Trying to grasp
Exactly what that means.
So he can get better
While I rust.
His new heroin
Heroine
That will eventually rest
On his mantle;
A priceless but dusty
Piece of memorabilia.
1027 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2015 5:06pm
30th Apr 2015 5:06pm
Clean my Bedroom
You’ve noticed…
There’s not enough room
In this bed for both of us.
Maybe it’s time
For one of us to pack a bag
And find another room
And never again assume
That one bed can fit two
Egos as big as ours.
But before you leave
Take a moment
To put the milk back in the fridge
And wash a pan or two
Because you’ve left a big mess….
Nevertheless
I will keep a piece of your hair
Tucked deep into my pocket
So I will never forget
How dirty you were.
There’s not enough room
In this bed for both of us.
Maybe it’s time
For one of us to pack a bag
And find another room
And never again assume
That one bed can fit two
Egos as big as ours.
But before you leave
Take a moment
To put the milk back in the fridge
And wash a pan or two
Because you’ve left a big mess….
Nevertheless
I will keep a piece of your hair
Tucked deep into my pocket
So I will never forget
How dirty you were.
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 5:16pm
27th Apr 2015 5:16pm
Paralysis
I didn’t get out of bed
For two days
After you swept in
With torrential rains
And bleeding winds
I gave you
My vulnerable, riverless veins
Aching for you
To persuade the vultures
Circling up ahead
To abandon their quest.
And for a moment
The needle plunged…
I still see you
Peering so deeply
Into my soul
That the air around us
Paused for breath.
For two days
After you swept in
With torrential rains
And bleeding winds
I gave you
My vulnerable, riverless veins
Aching for you
To persuade the vultures
Circling up ahead
To abandon their quest.
And for a moment
The needle plunged…
I still see you
Peering so deeply
Into my soul
That the air around us
Paused for breath.
1048 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2015 5:38pm
22nd Apr 2015 5:38pm
How a Poet Sleeps
Our minds don’t stop
On a perpetual treadmill
Un-ordinary tragedies crowding out
Other emotions
Like hope…light fading in bitter
Interactions, a mutual attraction
Conversations that will never happen
Stories unwinding
While we lie between sheets
Of anxiety and prostration
Brimming panic
Because we aren’t what we want
To be
And we will never be
What we want to be
Tragedies in the brooding night….
Hovering
…a figure
Stands stoic in the doorway
Just staring, standing
He’s not real…
But we...
On a perpetual treadmill
Un-ordinary tragedies crowding out
Other emotions
Like hope…light fading in bitter
Interactions, a mutual attraction
Conversations that will never happen
Stories unwinding
While we lie between sheets
Of anxiety and prostration
Brimming panic
Because we aren’t what we want
To be
And we will never be
What we want to be
Tragedies in the brooding night….
Hovering
…a figure
Stands stoic in the doorway
Just staring, standing
He’s not real…
But we...
986 reads
16 Comments
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