Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2020 12:03pm
7th Jun 2020 12:03pm
Forced Isolation...
Night is falling,
darkness closes in,
reality fades and
isolation takes hold.
The walls close in,
my senses explode.
I’m squeezed by the vice
of the unknown and bound by
the ghost of uncertainty.
I can not breathe, my lungs
collapse, I gasp. My heart
is reduced to the tick
of a clock. Each tick
a countdown toward
impending doom. My
soul begs the darkness
for mercy and release
from these bonds. A specter
appears. A shape without
eyes, without a mouth yet
speaks these words,
“ this is...
darkness closes in,
reality fades and
isolation takes hold.
The walls close in,
my senses explode.
I’m squeezed by the vice
of the unknown and bound by
the ghost of uncertainty.
I can not breathe, my lungs
collapse, I gasp. My heart
is reduced to the tick
of a clock. Each tick
a countdown toward
impending doom. My
soul begs the darkness
for mercy and release
from these bonds. A specter
appears. A shape without
eyes, without a mouth yet
speaks these words,
“ this is...
#LifeChangingMoment
336 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2020 10:30am
2nd Jun 2020 10:30am
Indecision...
Indecision, uncertainty
the pain of no direction.
Left or right, what’s
down that road?
Up or down,
promotion or demotion?
Forward or back,
progress or regress?
Love or hate,
happy or sad?
Constantly disoriented,
mind spinning, soul frozen.
Not sure I’m me,
I can’t love
I can’t feel,
Not sure I know me anymore.
Can I return to me?
Can I return from being apart?
Where is apart?
What direction back?
Do I even exist anymore?
Apart is eternity, eternity is infinity.
Infinity is for...
the pain of no direction.
Left or right, what’s
down that road?
Up or down,
promotion or demotion?
Forward or back,
progress or regress?
Love or hate,
happy or sad?
Constantly disoriented,
mind spinning, soul frozen.
Not sure I’m me,
I can’t love
I can’t feel,
Not sure I know me anymore.
Can I return to me?
Can I return from being apart?
Where is apart?
What direction back?
Do I even exist anymore?
Apart is eternity, eternity is infinity.
Infinity is for...
#LifeStruggles
463 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2020 5:34pm
1st Jun 2020 5:34pm
Adolescent Dreamer...
Oh, would that the words
from this page could rise
up and paint me the picture
they portray.
Then, whisk me away
and surround me with
their promise of love
and safety.
Words are my friends,
keeper of my dreams.
They walk with me in the
realm of fantasy.
They support me on
stormy seas. They give
me hope that someday,
someday will come.
Take me from this world
of daily sameness into
your world of wonder
and challenge.
People look but don’t see,
people hear...
from this page could rise
up and paint me the picture
they portray.
Then, whisk me away
and surround me with
their promise of love
and safety.
Words are my friends,
keeper of my dreams.
They walk with me in the
realm of fantasy.
They support me on
stormy seas. They give
me hope that someday,
someday will come.
Take me from this world
of daily sameness into
your world of wonder
and challenge.
People look but don’t see,
people hear...
#dreams
383 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2020 11:46am
1st Jun 2020 11:46am
Old News...
Thrown in the trash like
yesterday’s newspaper.
Useless, old news.
Life is black,
time stands still.
My mind on hold,
my heart stops.
My soul leaves my body
and hovers above.
The casing that once was me
has lost purpose.
It’s purpose was defined by love.
When love was lost
it’s purpose disappeared.
Hovering soul, retrieve
that empty casing.
Hollow casing, rise
to that waiting soul.
Open that mind,
start that heart.
I must find love to
regain life. Without love
there is no...
yesterday’s newspaper.
Useless, old news.
Life is black,
time stands still.
My mind on hold,
my heart stops.
My soul leaves my body
and hovers above.
The casing that once was me
has lost purpose.
It’s purpose was defined by love.
When love was lost
it’s purpose disappeared.
Hovering soul, retrieve
that empty casing.
Hollow casing, rise
to that waiting soul.
Open that mind,
start that heart.
I must find love to
regain life. Without love
there is no...
#LifeStruggles
302 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2020 1:03pm
30th May 2020 1:03pm
The Kiss...
My ears hear the sound
but my eyes see only the
motion of her lips.
Her voice is like music
drawing me in like the doomed ships of lore.
We kiss, that great dam of emotion bursts,
a tsunami of passion floods my being.
I am swept out of reality into the moment.
But the moment is fleeting, the passion recedes
yet the music continues
to, once again, draw me to that shore of mystery.
but my eyes see only the
motion of her lips.
Her voice is like music
drawing me in like the doomed ships of lore.
We kiss, that great dam of emotion bursts,
a tsunami of passion floods my being.
I am swept out of reality into the moment.
But the moment is fleeting, the passion recedes
yet the music continues
to, once again, draw me to that shore of mystery.
#FirstLove
575 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th May 2020 11:28am
30th May 2020 11:28am
Eyes of a Child...
Fireflies in the black night sky, the
eyes of a child wonder at the light show.
Where did those eyes of wonder go?
Eyes of wonder, collectors of opportunity.
Where did I lose that ability to
see opportunity before it is gone?
Eyes of a child see even in the dark.
Where are those eyes that could watch
opportunity unroll like film on a screen,
clear, imaginable, reachable and exploitable.
Why has daylight destroyed the blessings of
blackness. Why have the eyes of a child
become the the eyes of a spectator, an
observer,...
eyes of a child wonder at the light show.
Where did those eyes of wonder go?
Eyes of wonder, collectors of opportunity.
Where did I lose that ability to
see opportunity before it is gone?
Eyes of a child see even in the dark.
Where are those eyes that could watch
opportunity unroll like film on a screen,
clear, imaginable, reachable and exploitable.
Why has daylight destroyed the blessings of
blackness. Why have the eyes of a child
become the the eyes of a spectator, an
observer,...
#SelfReflection
332 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th May 2020 1:18am
29th May 2020 1:18am
Under the bed...
As a child, a ghost under the bed.
As an adult a ghost in the bed.
I lie beside a specter, in silk pajamas,
a slippery feel, yet warm to the touch.
An absence of humanity, yet pleasing
to the ear. A lack of humility, yet
appealing to the senses.
I chose to choose the undead.
A choice with the characteristics
of a corpse yet the feel of a human.
A robot, a clone of what once
passed for a person, to be cherished,
to be loved. The disembodiment
of the body, the discoloring of the
soul from white to black. ...
As an adult a ghost in the bed.
I lie beside a specter, in silk pajamas,
a slippery feel, yet warm to the touch.
An absence of humanity, yet pleasing
to the ear. A lack of humility, yet
appealing to the senses.
I chose to choose the undead.
A choice with the characteristics
of a corpse yet the feel of a human.
A robot, a clone of what once
passed for a person, to be cherished,
to be loved. The disembodiment
of the body, the discoloring of the
soul from white to black. ...
#fear
387 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2020 1:16pm
27th May 2020 1:16pm
Magic Moment...
Is this a poem, I don’t know?
It is a statement, it is a confession
it is an explanation of wonder,
of a realization of self,
of the concept of being,
of awakening in the morning
feeling that you are the universe,
that the universe is in you,
felt by you, controlled by you,
that nothing else exists but you,
and if it does exist, it is detached
and some how unknown to you..
It is a rare moment that is beyond
description, beyond words ability
to elucidate and can only be shared.
It is a feeling that exists only in...
It is a statement, it is a confession
it is an explanation of wonder,
of a realization of self,
of the concept of being,
of awakening in the morning
feeling that you are the universe,
that the universe is in you,
felt by you, controlled by you,
that nothing else exists but you,
and if it does exist, it is detached
and some how unknown to you..
It is a rare moment that is beyond
description, beyond words ability
to elucidate and can only be shared.
It is a feeling that exists only in...
#LifeChangingMoment
372 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2020 12:34pm
25th May 2020 12:34pm
Haiku...
a bear hibernates
snow covers the sleeping earth
small white mice scurry
clouds cover the moon
a loud scream in the darkness
mother restores calm
a loon sings it’s song
its echos question all ears
roses bloom in spring
sea is relentless
lands pain at dismemberment
shore birds sleep on nests
moon darkens brightens
a grey wolf awaits its turn
sunshine calls on life
crops await harvest
oceans supports all sea life
a child flies her kite
suns rays pierce the earth ...
snow covers the sleeping earth
small white mice scurry
clouds cover the moon
a loud scream in the darkness
mother restores calm
a loon sings it’s song
its echos question all ears
roses bloom in spring
sea is relentless
lands pain at dismemberment
shore birds sleep on nests
moon darkens brightens
a grey wolf awaits its turn
sunshine calls on life
crops await harvest
oceans supports all sea life
a child flies her kite
suns rays pierce the earth ...
#inspirational
341 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th May 2020 11:49am
24th May 2020 11:49am
Memories???
Time has passed and life’s a blur..
I know where it starts, but not where it ends.
A hand full of photos bring back the old days.
Family, extended family, friends, acquaintances
all stare back at me like a tableaux at Christmas.
Swimming, picnics, sports, concerts, plays,
weddings, military, children, grandchildren
and always family, friends, fans, clapping,
cheering, hugging, all staring back and
asking me the question. Don’t you remember?
The beauty of photos is time stands still.
They prompt ones memory to revive those
feelings...
I know where it starts, but not where it ends.
A hand full of photos bring back the old days.
Family, extended family, friends, acquaintances
all stare back at me like a tableaux at Christmas.
Swimming, picnics, sports, concerts, plays,
weddings, military, children, grandchildren
and always family, friends, fans, clapping,
cheering, hugging, all staring back and
asking me the question. Don’t you remember?
The beauty of photos is time stands still.
They prompt ones memory to revive those
feelings...
#LifeStruggles
352 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2020 2:44am
24th May 2020 2:44am
Poetry Contest...
Contests between poets is like
choosing between the winds.
Different directions, different intensities
different impacts, different purpose.
When the wind changes directions,
everything in its path feels it’s effect.
Every poet approaches life
from a different aspect. His effect
always depends on his inspiration
for that particular day.
The winds intensity can be
from a breeze to a storm.
The feeling of the poet can run from
gentle to angry and ultimately to rage.
His mood changes with each day.
His...
choosing between the winds.
Different directions, different intensities
different impacts, different purpose.
When the wind changes directions,
everything in its path feels it’s effect.
Every poet approaches life
from a different aspect. His effect
always depends on his inspiration
for that particular day.
The winds intensity can be
from a breeze to a storm.
The feeling of the poet can run from
gentle to angry and ultimately to rage.
His mood changes with each day.
His...
#LifeAsAWriter
296 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2020 12:22pm
23rd May 2020 12:22pm
Feeling/Thoughts...
Are thoughts feelings?
Are feelings just thoughts?
What about questions,
are they feelings or thoughts?
What about opinions?
Are they thoughts or feelings?
Opinions are reserved for the inanimate.
The sky is blue, the mountain is tall.
A thought might be, Trump is a jerk.
A feeling might be, I’ll never vote for him.
An opinion might be, the ACA is great.
A feeling might be, do I have coverage for that?
With love it’s not that easy.
You can think you are in love,
yet you don’t feel it.
You can feel...
Are feelings just thoughts?
What about questions,
are they feelings or thoughts?
What about opinions?
Are they thoughts or feelings?
Opinions are reserved for the inanimate.
The sky is blue, the mountain is tall.
A thought might be, Trump is a jerk.
A feeling might be, I’ll never vote for him.
An opinion might be, the ACA is great.
A feeling might be, do I have coverage for that?
With love it’s not that easy.
You can think you are in love,
yet you don’t feel it.
You can feel...
#LifeStruggles
285 reads
5 Comments
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