Submissions by atarliss
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I wish I had the strength of a tiger, but in truth I'm as fragile as glass.
DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2013 8:22pm
14th May 2013 8:22pm
Song of the North Wind
Who do you mourn for, North Wind?
Why do you shed your tears?
You soak us with your frozen breath,
And chill us through with fear.
Did someone break your heart, North Wind?
Has someone crushed your soul?
Did someone change you from fair maid
To broken, raging troll?
Why do you wail so, North Wind?
Why do you cry so fierce?
Are you weeping for the time
When your young heart was pierced?
Did someone hurt you, North Wind?
Has someone brought you pain?
Did someone flog and lash you,
And revel in your shame?
Why do...
Why do you shed your tears?
You soak us with your frozen breath,
And chill us through with fear.
Did someone break your heart, North Wind?
Has someone crushed your soul?
Did someone change you from fair maid
To broken, raging troll?
Why do you wail so, North Wind?
Why do you cry so fierce?
Are you weeping for the time
When your young heart was pierced?
Did someone hurt you, North Wind?
Has someone brought you pain?
Did someone flog and lash you,
And revel in your shame?
Why do...
826 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2013 3:21pm
12th May 2013 3:21pm
Forgiveness
I've been angry for so long,
Raging 'gainst a one-time friend.
A pain in heart and tears in eye—
When will it ever end?
I don't remember how it started,
How kindred souls came to hate.
I can't recall why we fought—
It can't be just "pure Fate."
I've held on to hate so long,
Plotting, planning your doom.
Who knew that a thing so sweet
Could turn sour so soon?
I've lived on rage unendingly,
Cursing tortured worst to you.
Through hoping for your pained demise,
I'm now broken and twisted too.
Maybe...
Raging 'gainst a one-time friend.
A pain in heart and tears in eye—
When will it ever end?
I don't remember how it started,
How kindred souls came to hate.
I can't recall why we fought—
It can't be just "pure Fate."
I've held on to hate so long,
Plotting, planning your doom.
Who knew that a thing so sweet
Could turn sour so soon?
I've lived on rage unendingly,
Cursing tortured worst to you.
Through hoping for your pained demise,
I'm now broken and twisted too.
Maybe...
843 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th May 2013 3:43am
11th May 2013 3:43am
Blood Rubies
Scarlet glimmers of deception,
Rubies are the jewel of death.
Glist'ning with such strange seduction,
They gleam with night's dark breath.
Shining like the crimson drops
Of blood of innocent slain;
Sparkling with such dark allure,
They ring with death and pain.
Wars are fought and kingdoms fall
O'er these stones of greatest worth.
Eyes gleam with lustful greed
As these doom'd stride forth.
Dripping, gushing innocent blood,
These jewels glow with evil light.
So tempting in their scarlet glory, ...
Rubies are the jewel of death.
Glist'ning with such strange seduction,
They gleam with night's dark breath.
Shining like the crimson drops
Of blood of innocent slain;
Sparkling with such dark allure,
They ring with death and pain.
Wars are fought and kingdoms fall
O'er these stones of greatest worth.
Eyes gleam with lustful greed
As these doom'd stride forth.
Dripping, gushing innocent blood,
These jewels glow with evil light.
So tempting in their scarlet glory, ...
865 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2013 9:15pm
9th May 2013 9:15pm
Blossoms of Hope
Stretching far as eye can see,
A field of flowers dances in the breeze.
O’er emerald grass, a yellow sea
Of blossoms waves with glee.
They are a truly lovely sight,
A field of joy, a sea of delight.
Shining so golden and so bright,
They rival the Sun in glorious light.
Blooming golden every spring,
They truly are a beauteous thing.
A cheerful yellow, with hope they ring;
They make us yearn to dance and sing.
In their presence, no one’s cryin’,
But they seek to crush this golden Zion,
Hope to slay these...
A field of flowers dances in the breeze.
O’er emerald grass, a yellow sea
Of blossoms waves with glee.
They are a truly lovely sight,
A field of joy, a sea of delight.
Shining so golden and so bright,
They rival the Sun in glorious light.
Blooming golden every spring,
They truly are a beauteous thing.
A cheerful yellow, with hope they ring;
They make us yearn to dance and sing.
In their presence, no one’s cryin’,
But they seek to crush this golden Zion,
Hope to slay these...
824 reads
13 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th May 2013 8:23pm
8th May 2013 8:23pm
Trust Me
Look at you,
You've traveled so far.
You're tired and worn,
Still following your star.
Your feet have blisters,
Your hands are sore.
You seek great riches,
But you're still so poor.
Come to me, you who are weary,
And I will give you rest.
No longer will you seek and search;
You'll be happy and blessed.
I'll wipe away your tears,
Each and every one.
Come rest in me, live
In the light of my Son.
You will find peace,
Your journey will end.
You'll be safe with me,
in the company of a Friend.
...
You've traveled so far.
You're tired and worn,
Still following your star.
Your feet have blisters,
Your hands are sore.
You seek great riches,
But you're still so poor.
Come to me, you who are weary,
And I will give you rest.
No longer will you seek and search;
You'll be happy and blessed.
I'll wipe away your tears,
Each and every one.
Come rest in me, live
In the light of my Son.
You will find peace,
Your journey will end.
You'll be safe with me,
in the company of a Friend.
...
766 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th May 2013 3:49pm
7th May 2013 3:49pm
Spoiled Rose
The rose was red as scarlet,
Haughty and proud.
She grew up tall and elegant,
Prettiest of all around.
At first she was quite humble,
Sweet and fair and nice.
But then she learned her own beauty,
And her heart turned to ice.
She grew thorns upon her stem,
To stab and poke at others.
Convinced she was fairest of all,
She never gave a bother.
Soon others grew to hate her;
With her perfect petals and stem,
She still possessed unrivaled beauty,
But it was spoiled in eyes of them.
She became prouder still,
More...
Haughty and proud.
She grew up tall and elegant,
Prettiest of all around.
At first she was quite humble,
Sweet and fair and nice.
But then she learned her own beauty,
And her heart turned to ice.
She grew thorns upon her stem,
To stab and poke at others.
Convinced she was fairest of all,
She never gave a bother.
Soon others grew to hate her;
With her perfect petals and stem,
She still possessed unrivaled beauty,
But it was spoiled in eyes of them.
She became prouder still,
More...
869 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th May 2013 3:44pm
7th May 2013 3:44pm
Dawn of Night
The Sun hangs low in the Western sky,
An angry, broiling red.
My heart slumps low with it too;
I am pained and saddened.
All day I and Sun
Had waltzed free together.
We blazed so bright, scorching all,
Burning every tether.
We'd risen together that morning,
Fresh and cool for a new day.
But although my heart was pure and sweet,
Sun was not perfect in every way.
We danced together in the East,
Setting golden fire to gray.
I was full of freedom and joy,
Wrapped tight in Sun's rays.
But as we reached the zenith...
An angry, broiling red.
My heart slumps low with it too;
I am pained and saddened.
All day I and Sun
Had waltzed free together.
We blazed so bright, scorching all,
Burning every tether.
We'd risen together that morning,
Fresh and cool for a new day.
But although my heart was pure and sweet,
Sun was not perfect in every way.
We danced together in the East,
Setting golden fire to gray.
I was full of freedom and joy,
Wrapped tight in Sun's rays.
But as we reached the zenith...
643 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2013 8:06pm
2nd May 2013 8:06pm
Words of Magic
My words are magical things,
Gifts from the Above.
They can fly and dance and sing,
And tell of hate and love.
My words can be cold as stone,
Tell of fear and hate.
They can drip with a dreary morning’s rain,
And weep with terrible fate.
My words can be soft and sweet,
They can nourish and blossom and bloom.
They can smile with the Sun above,
Laugh free from fear and doom.
My words can be wild and free,
Tell of things ne'er seen before.
They spirit me off to many a place,
Past many a...
Gifts from the Above.
They can fly and dance and sing,
And tell of hate and love.
My words can be cold as stone,
Tell of fear and hate.
They can drip with a dreary morning’s rain,
And weep with terrible fate.
My words can be soft and sweet,
They can nourish and blossom and bloom.
They can smile with the Sun above,
Laugh free from fear and doom.
My words can be wild and free,
Tell of things ne'er seen before.
They spirit me off to many a place,
Past many a...
777 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2013 3:19pm
25th Apr 2013 3:19pm
Natural Joy
I’d love to fly like the eagle,
Soar high above the magnificent plain.
I’d love to feel the wind in my feathers,
Dance above all misery and pain.
I’d love to run like the deer,
Dashing through forest and fern.
I’d love to leap o’er every stone and log,
Fleeing from every concern.
I’d love to swim like the shark,
Twisting and turning with grace.
I’d love to glide into the depths forever more,
Sail on through endless space.
I’d love to jump like the kangaroo,
Bouncing through desert and tree.
I’d love to leap...
Soar high above the magnificent plain.
I’d love to feel the wind in my feathers,
Dance above all misery and pain.
I’d love to run like the deer,
Dashing through forest and fern.
I’d love to leap o’er every stone and log,
Fleeing from every concern.
I’d love to swim like the shark,
Twisting and turning with grace.
I’d love to glide into the depths forever more,
Sail on through endless space.
I’d love to jump like the kangaroo,
Bouncing through desert and tree.
I’d love to leap...
718 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2013 8:09pm
22nd Apr 2013 8:09pm
The Fountain's Grace
There was a fountain, pure and clean,
Filled with fresh spring rain.
The water was clear and sweet,
Free of fear and pain.
My face was sore and dirty,
caked with grime and mud.
My hands were torn and aching too,
smeared with drying blood.
I wandered to the fountain,
And yearned at the sight.
My lips were parched and hands were dirty,
Yet it couldn’t be right
To dirty this pure fountain;
Whose waters were so sweet.
I couldn’t ruin its perfect flow,
Its cool joy I couldn’t mistreat. ...
Filled with fresh spring rain.
The water was clear and sweet,
Free of fear and pain.
My face was sore and dirty,
caked with grime and mud.
My hands were torn and aching too,
smeared with drying blood.
I wandered to the fountain,
And yearned at the sight.
My lips were parched and hands were dirty,
Yet it couldn’t be right
To dirty this pure fountain;
Whose waters were so sweet.
I couldn’t ruin its perfect flow,
Its cool joy I couldn’t mistreat. ...
864 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Apr 2013 3:28pm
18th Apr 2013 3:28pm
Dark Rose
My rose should be a pretty thing,
Should be a tender, scarlet red.
But it’s a dark and misty gray;
Shines with tears instead.
It was once a playful pink,
Glowing with the light of day.
It bloomed in happy innocence,
Perfect in every way.
But the cruel storms rolled in,
Angry clouds covered the sky,
Rained harsh hailstones on my rose;
It suffered with a sigh.
And when the sullen sunlight
Finally leaked through the clouds,
It found my rose bruised and battered,...
Should be a tender, scarlet red.
But it’s a dark and misty gray;
Shines with tears instead.
It was once a playful pink,
Glowing with the light of day.
It bloomed in happy innocence,
Perfect in every way.
But the cruel storms rolled in,
Angry clouds covered the sky,
Rained harsh hailstones on my rose;
It suffered with a sigh.
And when the sullen sunlight
Finally leaked through the clouds,
It found my rose bruised and battered,...
1255 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2013 11:22am
10th Apr 2013 11:22am
Teardrops of the Sky
You ask me why I wail and cry?
I'm weeping with the darkened sky;
Crystal teardrops from on high
Mixing and mingling with mine.
You ask me why I groan and whine?
I'm moaning with the wind;
Writhing and twisting, forward and behind
In terrible anguish of mind.
You ask me why I roar and crash?
I'm rolling with the thunder's smash;
Tearing the sky with lightning's flash,
Burning all that's dry to ash.
You ask me why I rip and roil?
I'm writhing with the water's boil;
Washing away all grime and...
I'm weeping with the darkened sky;
Crystal teardrops from on high
Mixing and mingling with mine.
You ask me why I groan and whine?
I'm moaning with the wind;
Writhing and twisting, forward and behind
In terrible anguish of mind.
You ask me why I roar and crash?
I'm rolling with the thunder's smash;
Tearing the sky with lightning's flash,
Burning all that's dry to ash.
You ask me why I rip and roil?
I'm writhing with the water's boil;
Washing away all grime and...
1118 reads
4 Comments
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