Submissions by Warriorpoetusmc
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2017 5:01pm
6th Nov 2017 5:01pm
The Garden of Eve (An Ode to John Milton)
Was this the Fallen Angel you spoke of?
That could be seen as the North Star,
walking down a path in a nights dream.
You could never see it very well
even though the moon and the stars
shine bright within the sky.
In my youth I read your stories
of a serpent causing man to sin,
which was through the beauty of a woman.
I was too young to understand the lesson
of a girl taking fruit from an apple tree,
the pursuit of knowledge being our greatest sin.
I walk along this path at night,
in the direction of the...
That could be seen as the North Star,
walking down a path in a nights dream.
You could never see it very well
even though the moon and the stars
shine bright within the sky.
In my youth I read your stories
of a serpent causing man to sin,
which was through the beauty of a woman.
I was too young to understand the lesson
of a girl taking fruit from an apple tree,
the pursuit of knowledge being our greatest sin.
I walk along this path at night,
in the direction of the...
#PopCulture
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4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2017 5:16pm
1st Nov 2017 5:16pm
Always Stand Firm
I planted a tree,
with my father.
I was only a child
but I remember it well.
With our hands,
we removed the earth
and planted
what my father called
my very own tree.
In a place
only we
may know.
Through out the years,
my father,
brought me here
and taught me
the knowledge
his father
taught him.
As I grew
so did my tree
until it reached
the height of the sky.
It was this place
where I pondered
the joy of my
sons birth,
and the sorrow
of my fathers death. ...
with my father.
I was only a child
but I remember it well.
With our hands,
we removed the earth
and planted
what my father called
my very own tree.
In a place
only we
may know.
Through out the years,
my father,
brought me here
and taught me
the knowledge
his father
taught him.
As I grew
so did my tree
until it reached
the height of the sky.
It was this place
where I pondered
the joy of my
sons birth,
and the sorrow
of my fathers death. ...
#strength
#LifeStruggles
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2017 5:53pm
31st Oct 2017 5:53pm
Broken Love
I found a pretty girl
with lust in my eyes.
I seduced her with poetry,
but somehow got lost along the way
and I was seduced instead.
I find it all to funny
for I thought I was the one in control.
Seduction is a broken kind of love
that will have you discarded
when the song of lust is done.
I hear her song calling out to me.
My broken heart dances to her tune
until I was drained of all emotion
waiting for her next song.
with lust in my eyes.
I seduced her with poetry,
but somehow got lost along the way
and I was seduced instead.
I find it all to funny
for I thought I was the one in control.
Seduction is a broken kind of love
that will have you discarded
when the song of lust is done.
I hear her song calling out to me.
My broken heart dances to her tune
until I was drained of all emotion
waiting for her next song.
#love
#girlfriend
#relationships
#heartbroken
#breakup
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6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2017 3:51pm
30th Oct 2017 3:51pm
A Stone Along a River
With the warming spring
comes changes rarely seen.
Ice glaciers melt
upon mountain tops
as it flows
gently down
unmarked trails.
It comes together
by the force
of what is.
I stood there
watching
the movement of water,
giving life
to the forest
so green.
The water
engraves its mark
through the channel
where I stand,
which allows
me to pluck
a stone
under
the icy
cold water.
It has passed
for years
longer then I know
and I ponder this,
as I...
comes changes rarely seen.
Ice glaciers melt
upon mountain tops
as it flows
gently down
unmarked trails.
It comes together
by the force
of what is.
I stood there
watching
the movement of water,
giving life
to the forest
so green.
The water
engraves its mark
through the channel
where I stand,
which allows
me to pluck
a stone
under
the icy
cold water.
It has passed
for years
longer then I know
and I ponder this,
as I...
#war
#death
#music
#dance
#morality
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4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2017 4:56pm
27th Oct 2017 4:56pm
Iraqi Girl (A Sonnet)
In my youth I found myself in Iraq
the hot air surrounds a new growing calm.
Every breath is pressed by my sweat stained flak.
Fighting, hoping we find this salaam.
A little girl bright smile so pure and fine,
who was walking to school for the very first time.
Her lite skirt reflected a sun-light shine,
and for that moment her eyes met mine
before she headed to class without fear.
The Marine that I was is no longer there,
knowledge was the key for children to hear.
I think of the girl with rugged black hair
who finds herself alone on...
the hot air surrounds a new growing calm.
Every breath is pressed by my sweat stained flak.
Fighting, hoping we find this salaam.
A little girl bright smile so pure and fine,
who was walking to school for the very first time.
Her lite skirt reflected a sun-light shine,
and for that moment her eyes met mine
before she headed to class without fear.
The Marine that I was is no longer there,
knowledge was the key for children to hear.
I think of the girl with rugged black hair
who finds herself alone on...
#environment
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5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Oct 2017 6:44pm
26th Oct 2017 6:44pm
Thoughts of a dying man
I cough up blood as a rush of pain fills my lungs. My body spasms uncontrollably as I struggle to regain control of myself. Alone I lie, on a old wooden bed nearly ready to collapse in on itself. The pain reminds me of my constant suffering and I beg God in this moment for rest. To sleep forever in a state of peace. My mind drifts to my body long dead as it is devoured by maggots and worms under the cold earth forgotten. It is the one thing we are truly equal in. I think to an old poem about a 'Pearl' and how wonderful the idea of every man being king, every woman a queen. To walk in the...
#death
#narrative
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Oct 2017 2:03am
25th Oct 2017 2:03am
"More weight" last words of Giles Cory a Witch of Salem
Hate, with chaos, in the end there can only be death.
There is no justice when the devils hand are at work.
I focus on the black dirt underneath my finger tips
my head hung low as I sit on the wooden bench
hateful voices taunt me to make a decision.
A young woman shouts out for my death
and I know her, I use to cut firewood
for her mother when she was only but a child.
The black dirt falls from my finger tips. Down
to the hard wooden floor beneath my feet.
I remain silent amongst the voices of the mad world.
The devil himself...
There is no justice when the devils hand are at work.
I focus on the black dirt underneath my finger tips
my head hung low as I sit on the wooden bench
hateful voices taunt me to make a decision.
A young woman shouts out for my death
and I know her, I use to cut firewood
for her mother when she was only but a child.
The black dirt falls from my finger tips. Down
to the hard wooden floor beneath my feet.
I remain silent amongst the voices of the mad world.
The devil himself...
#anger
#hate
#dark
#shadows
#witches
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Oct 2017 7:00pm
24th Oct 2017 7:00pm
Keeping the Devil at Bay
Lost souls around every corner
a razor crosses pink skin
which allows blood to fall
into warm water where my body lies.
The Devil rings my arm of every last drop
for one more toy to add to his collection,
my eyes fade closed overwhelmed by the dark.
A self-imprisonment of the mind
that is shackled into the darkness of my soul
reminds me of the addiction that binds me still.
Words of the Roman Poet echoes inside of me
It is easy indeed to fall into hell;
But to climb back out and walk amongst the sky of blue
Seems at...
a razor crosses pink skin
which allows blood to fall
into warm water where my body lies.
The Devil rings my arm of every last drop
for one more toy to add to his collection,
my eyes fade closed overwhelmed by the dark.
A self-imprisonment of the mind
that is shackled into the darkness of my soul
reminds me of the addiction that binds me still.
Words of the Roman Poet echoes inside of me
It is easy indeed to fall into hell;
But to climb back out and walk amongst the sky of blue
Seems at...
#strength
#motivational
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11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2017 00:05am
24th Oct 2017 00:05am
The Garden of Stones
Rain, a gental touch it gives
concealing the tears of what I know
fragments of a memory, of a life
that once danced and played in the rain.
Walking amongst stones placed in a garden
of green grass and untouched flowers
smooth gray stones with ingraved yore
that is left to this world, wondering.
The rain falls along with the beating of my heart
as I approach one stone smaller then the rest
slightly hidden by the branches of an unmarked tree
reads a single name not yet lost to time.
With closed eyes, I can still see...
concealing the tears of what I know
fragments of a memory, of a life
that once danced and played in the rain.
Walking amongst stones placed in a garden
of green grass and untouched flowers
smooth gray stones with ingraved yore
that is left to this world, wondering.
The rain falls along with the beating of my heart
as I approach one stone smaller then the rest
slightly hidden by the branches of an unmarked tree
reads a single name not yet lost to time.
With closed eyes, I can still see...
#PopCulture
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3 Comments
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