Submissions by blacksaints (BlackSaint)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Lies, lies, it's all bloody lies... Honestly!
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 3:09pm
12th Apr 2012 3:09pm
The Blessed, Unmatched
Solemnly, she slipped from her fingertips,
The mild copper ring, onto the neatly rolled silk,
Upon the grave wooden table.
Turning, tearfully,
She swept across the cryptic grey marble,
As shafts of harsh prisms fell from cruelly marked glass.
Illuminous?
A dull motion of insignificance,
Sparks an inhospitable romance,
Between light and sound.
An hesitation in the flicker of a moment,
Only for hell to claim it's final victim.
Struck,
Her warning... If faithfully ominous.
Lit,
Stripped... In sanctimonious...
The mild copper ring, onto the neatly rolled silk,
Upon the grave wooden table.
Turning, tearfully,
She swept across the cryptic grey marble,
As shafts of harsh prisms fell from cruelly marked glass.
Illuminous?
A dull motion of insignificance,
Sparks an inhospitable romance,
Between light and sound.
An hesitation in the flicker of a moment,
Only for hell to claim it's final victim.
Struck,
Her warning... If faithfully ominous.
Lit,
Stripped... In sanctimonious...
635 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2012 11:48am
14th Feb 2012 11:48am
Of Stateless Objects aka Silent In-Animates
Instant
Yellow lines, Fluorescent.
Block. Magic in cross. Follow,
Black, fine no, flicker on light.
Still, differentiate, off spot. Slayer
Red Squares...
Transparent
Blue layers, Atmosphere.
Space. Voodoo is clash. Never,
Silver, clear no, possibly in glass.
Danger, quantifiable, the boxes. Killer
White Squares...
Fallen too far.
Burnt impossibilities of venomous fixations. Maybe...
Ivory.
Brown Circle?
One Thousand Cubes
Ninety Hexagons
Return
Higher to find.
Ghostly infatuations of...
Yellow lines, Fluorescent.
Block. Magic in cross. Follow,
Black, fine no, flicker on light.
Still, differentiate, off spot. Slayer
Red Squares...
Transparent
Blue layers, Atmosphere.
Space. Voodoo is clash. Never,
Silver, clear no, possibly in glass.
Danger, quantifiable, the boxes. Killer
White Squares...
Fallen too far.
Burnt impossibilities of venomous fixations. Maybe...
Ivory.
Brown Circle?
One Thousand Cubes
Ninety Hexagons
Return
Higher to find.
Ghostly infatuations of...
631 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2012 11:24pm
12th Feb 2012 11:24pm
The Blind Girl And The Black Ring Hornet
As the harsh pale light,
Faded into dark shadows,
Cries of senseless echoes,
Mix unluckily in fallacy.
Hostile exclamations of broken mirrors,
And answers to strange textures,
Have only a miss-pelt pleasure,
With dreams of an unknown cruelty.
But a puzzle...
Lying in wait,
Among the hate,
Of pure guilt.
The devil that is... The Black Ring Hornet!
Faded into dark shadows,
Cries of senseless echoes,
Mix unluckily in fallacy.
Hostile exclamations of broken mirrors,
And answers to strange textures,
Have only a miss-pelt pleasure,
With dreams of an unknown cruelty.
But a puzzle...
Lying in wait,
Among the hate,
Of pure guilt.
The devil that is... The Black Ring Hornet!
626 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2011 3:14pm
5th Oct 2011 3:14pm
Reflections Of Breaking The Ice
(A twist on Ogden Nash)
Treats,
Are sweet,
But rufies,
Are ruthless
Treats,
Are sweet,
But rufies,
Are ruthless
701 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2011 3:21pm
4th Jun 2011 3:21pm
Not mine, but missed!
It never existed, this day.
An ending I missed...
Not that it was anyone’s to have,
I just needed to see what might happen.
She was there, again.
Inside an empty shell, of chaos, and unknowing.
It felt like a lie...
But she was mine!
An ending I missed...
Not that it was anyone’s to have,
I just needed to see what might happen.
She was there, again.
Inside an empty shell, of chaos, and unknowing.
It felt like a lie...
But she was mine!
689 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Sep 2010 6:45pm
4th Sep 2010 6:45pm
Illegal Lust
Is she close to your heart?
That slut.
That tart.
...In mystery he waits, for someone to hire.
An obsessed soul that aches, with poisonous desire.
"I'm free for tonight, and you seem in the mood.
Play your cards right, I'll do something rude!
Romance? Your joking, just toys and smoking.
But I might kis you there... If you play fair."
The meeting at one, was finished soon after.
He goes back to the night, in cruel tearful laughter.
Is she close to your heart?
That woman.
That fine piece of art.
That slut.
That tart.
...In mystery he waits, for someone to hire.
An obsessed soul that aches, with poisonous desire.
"I'm free for tonight, and you seem in the mood.
Play your cards right, I'll do something rude!
Romance? Your joking, just toys and smoking.
But I might kis you there... If you play fair."
The meeting at one, was finished soon after.
He goes back to the night, in cruel tearful laughter.
Is she close to your heart?
That woman.
That fine piece of art.
1014 reads
7 Comments
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