Submissions by Zazzles (Broomie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Nostalgia Serynu
A familiar breeze,
an old drawn bridge left to rot
I smell nostalgia.
Note:
I am not sure why this was posted with the train left to rot.
it was suppose to read as it is now.
an old drawn bridge left to rot
I smell nostalgia.
Note:
I am not sure why this was posted with the train left to rot.
it was suppose to read as it is now.
875 reads
18 Comments
The Bears. Serynu
Early morning air
The bears are coming to eat,
Time to move our camp.
The bears are coming to eat,
Time to move our camp.
795 reads
5 Comments
Imagine That
Black tears roll down her face
she sits in silence and reflects
Mascara blinds her vision
quietly she wipes her tears
while noticing how heavy her heart feels.
She ponders her feelings
then turns to stone.
Copyright © 2006 J.Doucette
All rights Reserved.
she sits in silence and reflects
Mascara blinds her vision
quietly she wipes her tears
while noticing how heavy her heart feels.
She ponders her feelings
then turns to stone.
Copyright © 2006 J.Doucette
All rights Reserved.
1003 reads
20 Comments
Once Upon A Midnight Hour
I saw a sailboat
in the harbor
above the fog
and further west,
I saw the lighthouse
at it's best.
A Hanging moon
was out in sight
across the ocean
pure delight.
I saw a mermaid
come up to see
right there she was
in font of me.
I watched two whales
play hide and seek
a hermit crab
was off his feet.
Made out of stars
and moonlit rays
a rainbow shines
it's like a maze.
A pleasant...
in the harbor
above the fog
and further west,
I saw the lighthouse
at it's best.
A Hanging moon
was out in sight
across the ocean
pure delight.
I saw a mermaid
come up to see
right there she was
in font of me.
I watched two whales
play hide and seek
a hermit crab
was off his feet.
Made out of stars
and moonlit rays
a rainbow shines
it's like a maze.
A pleasant...
995 reads
12 Comments
The Magic in Autumn
I can smell the sweet scent of autumn leaves blowing all around me, some landing on the tip of my boots, while others randomly fall here and there, and just about anywhere they could stick themselves.
I inhale the intoxicating fragrances of apple, pears and pumpkin spice wafting alongside me as I venture through my daily walk. I then immersing my senses further with the delightful smells of freshly baked holiday breads & treats coming from local bakeries, as I travel about, on NYC streets, on a crisp October afternoon like this.
it’s pure magic
...
I inhale the intoxicating fragrances of apple, pears and pumpkin spice wafting alongside me as I venture through my daily walk. I then immersing my senses further with the delightful smells of freshly baked holiday breads & treats coming from local bakeries, as I travel about, on NYC streets, on a crisp October afternoon like this.
it’s pure magic
...
1288 reads
19 Comments
Cursed
Wicked is the attraction
satisfied is the reward
love is the punishment
satisfied is the reward
love is the punishment
971 reads
16 Comments
The Drug Poem
A bottle of beer two grams of coke
a bottle of whiskey one fix of dope
shit I love to party blowing out my fuses
walking into bars and getting a few bruises
Party party party It's almost all hardy
this is no joke It's most defiantly true
now listen to me man I'm talking to you!
As I sit in my head I can feel the pain,
then the blood starts rushing to my brain ...
a bottle of whiskey one fix of dope
shit I love to party blowing out my fuses
walking into bars and getting a few bruises
Party party party It's almost all hardy
this is no joke It's most defiantly true
now listen to me man I'm talking to you!
As I sit in my head I can feel the pain,
then the blood starts rushing to my brain ...
870 reads
9 Comments
True Love A Metaphor
Plz copy and paste to goggle, it will not post on youtube right but this link will take you to youtube. Weird I know. Thank you https://youtu.be/c4_zPPspvnY?si=H9wYM5NebqyeTZCh
I breathe in your fragrance and it becomes nostalgic, like a myth from a story book, I will bottle and bury it deep within my heart forever and always. Unmistakably, undeniably an undoubtedly
I love you, and as such is beyond contestation.
As if a prophecy of Ill-fated love had been foretold to me
I drop...
I breathe in your fragrance and it becomes nostalgic, like a myth from a story book, I will bottle and bury it deep within my heart forever and always. Unmistakably, undeniably an undoubtedly
I love you, and as such is beyond contestation.
As if a prophecy of Ill-fated love had been foretold to me
I drop...
1601 reads
23 Comments
Bronx Butterfly
A beautiful butterfly perched outside
my windowsill, such a sight to see
In a place where darkness dwells,
from the depth of a forgotten city
a wretched hell
I hear a song like no other you've ever heard
so tone deaf I can't even hear the words
gun shots ring out It's a thundering sound
with no...
my windowsill, such a sight to see
In a place where darkness dwells,
from the depth of a forgotten city
a wretched hell
I hear a song like no other you've ever heard
so tone deaf I can't even hear the words
gun shots ring out It's a thundering sound
with no...
1399 reads
26 Comments
Fetich Seeker
I captured your heart and enslaved your brain
unlocking and unleashing the beast from within
giving you the right to release your pain
searching no more for your own selfish gain
I entered your life like a thief in the night
seeking and stealing all your thoughts that weren't right Knowing down deep the desires that taunt you the secrets you have how they must haunt you
I know who you are, do you know who I am
I am the one holding your hand
...
unlocking and unleashing the beast from within
giving you the right to release your pain
searching no more for your own selfish gain
I entered your life like a thief in the night
seeking and stealing all your thoughts that weren't right Knowing down deep the desires that taunt you the secrets you have how they must haunt you
I know who you are, do you know who I am
I am the one holding your hand
...
1318 reads
14 Comments
Whispers
She walks alone in the snow
He walks alone in her shadow
She does not stop him
he did not beg
she did not lead
they don’t pretend
She pulls in her breath deeply
pushing her feelings aside completely
adjusts her dress ever so neatly…
He staggers forward
She leans back ...
He walks alone in her shadow
She does not stop him
he did not beg
she did not lead
they don’t pretend
She pulls in her breath deeply
pushing her feelings aside completely
adjusts her dress ever so neatly…
He staggers forward
She leans back ...
1527 reads
24 Comments
Seasonal Strike.
I have nothing to write about
I'm in that hard spot between a soft place conundrum;
Indeed, the same old dribble that's been said before
in so many ways is clogging my thought process,
my imagination.
I am flooded with humdrum and this and that;
a whole bunch of sighs with my hands folded and tucked
under my chin and my eyes glazed over.
I exhale, uninspired.
I have no man in my life to speak of;
nor do I have plans for the summer
as it edges...
I'm in that hard spot between a soft place conundrum;
Indeed, the same old dribble that's been said before
in so many ways is clogging my thought process,
my imagination.
I am flooded with humdrum and this and that;
a whole bunch of sighs with my hands folded and tucked
under my chin and my eyes glazed over.
I exhale, uninspired.
I have no man in my life to speak of;
nor do I have plans for the summer
as it edges...
903 reads
8 Comments
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