Submissions by Zygot
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My style ranges from poems with 'normal' meter and rhythm to the more free styles. Don't expect them to always be easy reading. Sometimes you have to work a little harder.
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Oct 2012 12:23pm
16th Oct 2012 12:23pm
A Heart
I know a heart that's been broken
It belongs to the sweetest of girls
So many things left unspoken
In that head beneath those curls
It was ripped from her chest by a callous man
left to wither and turn to stone
but somehow her strength turned the tide
her resolve not to be alone
She summoned the will, reached out to the World
Not knowing what she would find?
Her quest is to find a decent man
an embrace and thoughts that were 'kind'.
So on this day, she offers one heart
still bruised where nobody sees
but still complete and...
It belongs to the sweetest of girls
So many things left unspoken
In that head beneath those curls
It was ripped from her chest by a callous man
left to wither and turn to stone
but somehow her strength turned the tide
her resolve not to be alone
She summoned the will, reached out to the World
Not knowing what she would find?
Her quest is to find a decent man
an embrace and thoughts that were 'kind'.
So on this day, she offers one heart
still bruised where nobody sees
but still complete and...
718 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Oct 2012 3:11pm
15th Oct 2012 3:11pm
Miya
A sudden moment of clarity
When two minds collide
Will the heart soon follow?
Too early to decide
When you least expect it
Someone comes along
Who sees the world differently
And fills the heart with song
Could it be those kindly eyes?
That captivate the soul
A gentle breeze in a desert
That makes me lose control
I try to ask 'what is it?'
that keeps me coming back
But do not over examine
And follow in your tracks.
For life holds no real answers
For those who always seek
chances lost are often mourned,
no...
When two minds collide
Will the heart soon follow?
Too early to decide
When you least expect it
Someone comes along
Who sees the world differently
And fills the heart with song
Could it be those kindly eyes?
That captivate the soul
A gentle breeze in a desert
That makes me lose control
I try to ask 'what is it?'
that keeps me coming back
But do not over examine
And follow in your tracks.
For life holds no real answers
For those who always seek
chances lost are often mourned,
no...
672 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 8:43pm
25th Jul 2012 8:43pm
The Black Dog
Black Dog visits me on Monday
because I hate my job so much?
He ne'er seems to come on Sunday
But for today, I'm in his clutch
I never crave the human kin
but for three weeks not a spoken a word
But oft as not, four walls close in
And my latest distraction absurd
Daily ritual, I unlock the door
As if someone will come
but smalltalk is such a bore.
With all of them, I am done
I didn't come here for acceptance
Just to sip a glass of wine
To hear my voice in a room once more.
To slowly pass the time
I ask for no...
because I hate my job so much?
He ne'er seems to come on Sunday
But for today, I'm in his clutch
I never crave the human kin
but for three weeks not a spoken a word
But oft as not, four walls close in
And my latest distraction absurd
Daily ritual, I unlock the door
As if someone will come
but smalltalk is such a bore.
With all of them, I am done
I didn't come here for acceptance
Just to sip a glass of wine
To hear my voice in a room once more.
To slowly pass the time
I ask for no...
639 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 9:38pm
24th Jul 2012 9:38pm
My Time
A gentle breeze enters the house as sun sets
The kids next door have stopped playing in the yard
The nine year old on the other side thumps his last shot
Against the weakening, splintered fence
This is my time...
Cup of tea in hand, I watch two pigeons collecting twigs
Somewhere in the distance, a pelican crossing beeps
The tenant in the granny flat next door clears her throat
Rather too loudly to be ladylike and spits into a sputum pot
My time is done...
For life is always going to be like this
We take the pleasures we are given when we...
The kids next door have stopped playing in the yard
The nine year old on the other side thumps his last shot
Against the weakening, splintered fence
This is my time...
Cup of tea in hand, I watch two pigeons collecting twigs
Somewhere in the distance, a pelican crossing beeps
The tenant in the granny flat next door clears her throat
Rather too loudly to be ladylike and spits into a sputum pot
My time is done...
For life is always going to be like this
We take the pleasures we are given when we...
706 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 8:01pm
20th Jul 2012 8:01pm
1977
A yellowing photo reminds me of a bygone age
When I was full of vim and vigour, all piss and vinegar
Ready to take on the World,
But the World has a habit of drowning you in shit
It turned around, shook its head and said
"Just you wait"...
I wore the clothes that were 'quite the rage'
Trying to be a one-off, I became a part of a herd
Playing at The Roxy, sniffing lighter fuel in a phone box
Sleeping till one, plastic sandals and old school trousers
Believing anything was possible if I didn't grow up to be Dad! He said
"Just you...
When I was full of vim and vigour, all piss and vinegar
Ready to take on the World,
But the World has a habit of drowning you in shit
It turned around, shook its head and said
"Just you wait"...
I wore the clothes that were 'quite the rage'
Trying to be a one-off, I became a part of a herd
Playing at The Roxy, sniffing lighter fuel in a phone box
Sleeping till one, plastic sandals and old school trousers
Believing anything was possible if I didn't grow up to be Dad! He said
"Just you...
845 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 2:09pm
3rd Jul 2012 2:09pm
Saturday
To wake up naturally on a weekend morn
Is oft' life's most simple of pleasures
No commitments to honour, no rush to rise.
My eyes still gritty and my face rough.
I pull myself up to my elbows
Resting my head against the cold steel frame
the traffic outside like of waves on the shore.
eyes closed, I drift off on a sea of delicious nonsense.
But somehow you always invade my thoughts.
And the old anger returns.
The anger born from things unsaid
But hunger makes me stir - and the need to pee.
I sit on the edge of the bed,...
Is oft' life's most simple of pleasures
No commitments to honour, no rush to rise.
My eyes still gritty and my face rough.
I pull myself up to my elbows
Resting my head against the cold steel frame
the traffic outside like of waves on the shore.
eyes closed, I drift off on a sea of delicious nonsense.
But somehow you always invade my thoughts.
And the old anger returns.
The anger born from things unsaid
But hunger makes me stir - and the need to pee.
I sit on the edge of the bed,...
849 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jun 2012 2:54pm
27th Jun 2012 2:54pm
08:30
At 08:30 my alarm did go off
and yet I did not stir for an hour
angry with myself I lept to my chair
ready to start the day
but wait...
What will this new day hold?
if not more work... solitude... routine
Thoughts of futility banished
I made my way to wash.
Who is this old man in the mirror?
What has he done with his life?
How will he be remembered?
Will he be remembered?
Only time will tell...
and yet I did not stir for an hour
angry with myself I lept to my chair
ready to start the day
but wait...
What will this new day hold?
if not more work... solitude... routine
Thoughts of futility banished
I made my way to wash.
Who is this old man in the mirror?
What has he done with his life?
How will he be remembered?
Will he be remembered?
Only time will tell...
721 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 3:22pm
25th Jun 2012 3:22pm
[in] Protest
TV makes you brain dead and robs you of your mind
Those who cannot see are not those who are blind
The radio serves to brainwash and take away our voice
And governments manipulate and take away our choice
The daily drudge of work keeps us in our place
As we scuttle back and forth in our man made maze
The drugs keep us compliant and seek to disarm
The state will protect us and keep us from 'harm'
Working for a pittance and two weeks in the sun
We tell ourselves we love it and we're really having fun
Waiting for the day when we get...
Those who cannot see are not those who are blind
The radio serves to brainwash and take away our voice
And governments manipulate and take away our choice
The daily drudge of work keeps us in our place
As we scuttle back and forth in our man made maze
The drugs keep us compliant and seek to disarm
The state will protect us and keep us from 'harm'
Working for a pittance and two weeks in the sun
We tell ourselves we love it and we're really having fun
Waiting for the day when we get...
655 reads
1 Comment
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