Submissions by alcedoathis2
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2025 10:28pm
22nd Feb 2025 10:28pm
Death of a Wretch
I gathered every stone you threw
and built a road away from you,
every promise that you broke
and every lie that you spoke,
your world revolved around yourself
I had no interest in your wealth,
all you spoke about was you
and most of it was never true,
your monologues became a chore
your anecdotes they quickly bored,
but I was caught inside your web
each phoney tear that you shed,
it was me that was so cruel
but I was only being your fool,
it took a while to slip your grasp
manipulators they hold fast,
now I’ve...
and built a road away from you,
every promise that you broke
and every lie that you spoke,
your world revolved around yourself
I had no interest in your wealth,
all you spoke about was you
and most of it was never true,
your monologues became a chore
your anecdotes they quickly bored,
but I was caught inside your web
each phoney tear that you shed,
it was me that was so cruel
but I was only being your fool,
it took a while to slip your grasp
manipulators they hold fast,
now I’ve...
#dark
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2024 00:30am
27th May 2024 00:30am
Mistaken Identity
Prunella Modularis
Prunella Modularis
likes to hug and kiss,
he flits from nest to nest
and tickles every miss,
although he sports
a plain brown smock,
he doth whisper, sweet pillow talk,
so look beneath the Hollyhocks,
or there amongst the Rhubarb stalks,
that little bird, firing Cupid's arrows
he is a Dunnock,
and not a Sparrow!
Prunella Modularis
likes to hug and kiss,
he flits from nest to nest
and tickles every miss,
although he sports
a plain brown smock,
he doth whisper, sweet pillow talk,
so look beneath the Hollyhocks,
or there amongst the Rhubarb stalks,
that little bird, firing Cupid's arrows
he is a Dunnock,
and not a Sparrow!
#birds
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2024 5:54pm
24th May 2024 5:54pm
A London Rose
A London Rose
A London rose will bloom today
just like tomorrow and yesterday,
down alleyway, in city park
in broad daylight and deepest dark,
on a lonely city street
where youth and anger rush to meet,
the rain will fall and storm will blow
and from concrete a rose will grow,
the rose in London grows all year long
such pretty flowers, but deadly thorns,
life is short on a London street
where the roses grow and mothers weep.
A London rose will bloom today
just like tomorrow and yesterday,
down alleyway, in city park
in broad daylight and deepest dark,
on a lonely city street
where youth and anger rush to meet,
the rain will fall and storm will blow
and from concrete a rose will grow,
the rose in London grows all year long
such pretty flowers, but deadly thorns,
life is short on a London street
where the roses grow and mothers weep.
#death
#suffering
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2023 7:39pm
26th Jan 2023 7:39pm
toodles
#inequality
#vulnerability
250 reads
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