Submissions by cold_fusion
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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STORY POEM
Published
27th Sep 2017 00:15am
27th Sep 2017 00:15am
the lady the rain
an old man sat
under clear blue sky
under an old oak tree
from an era gone by
staring at the desert
the vast salt plane
scribbling on the ground
the lady, the rain
a traveler stops
asks what the hell
how on earth here
does the old man dwell?
the old man replies
it's a long tale to tell
to keep it short
it's when the rain fell
the desert was a green
a sight to be seen
meadows by the river
blessings rain...
under clear blue sky
under an old oak tree
from an era gone by
staring at the desert
the vast salt plane
scribbling on the ground
the lady, the rain
a traveler stops
asks what the hell
how on earth here
does the old man dwell?
the old man replies
it's a long tale to tell
to keep it short
it's when the rain fell
the desert was a green
a sight to be seen
meadows by the river
blessings rain...
803 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2017 2:16am
17th Sep 2017 2:16am
a nostalgic note from the future
some lament
how glorious the past
acknowledging good times
too don't last
blissfully unaware
perhaps blinded
by the glare
that greatness lay
right there
give it three years
those right here
when they will be back
sight then, they won't lack
they'd then see
what's not seen now
obvious talents
they missed somehow
whist you can
in the now
do not delay
take a bow
poets of D.U
old, current and new
time
you realized it well too...
how glorious the past
acknowledging good times
too don't last
blissfully unaware
perhaps blinded
by the glare
that greatness lay
right there
give it three years
those right here
when they will be back
sight then, they won't lack
they'd then see
what's not seen now
obvious talents
they missed somehow
whist you can
in the now
do not delay
take a bow
poets of D.U
old, current and new
time
you realized it well too...
651 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2017 2:11pm
15th Sep 2017 2:11pm
r a i n v
today
the rain
chose
to wash away
the poems
i'd scribed
on the red
scorched earth
is it a blessing?
dreams
washed away?
the blue skies
had betrayed
my faith
in them
keeping up
the scorch
red is the color
i love
red is the color
i bleed
blue is
what was accepted
grey
was never expected
now
see the streams
of red
washing away
my poems
dragging them
along the tracks ...
the rain
chose
to wash away
the poems
i'd scribed
on the red
scorched earth
is it a blessing?
dreams
washed away?
the blue skies
had betrayed
my faith
in them
keeping up
the scorch
red is the color
i love
red is the color
i bleed
blue is
what was accepted
grey
was never expected
now
see the streams
of red
washing away
my poems
dragging them
along the tracks ...
1044 reads
16 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2017 2:44pm
14th Sep 2017 2:44pm
Mother
brought me into world, your flesh and blood
talking of you is but an emotional flood
first day of school, dropped off at gate
never you did breakfast, case i was late
owe you more than i ever could repay
oblivious to my sun adrenaline at play
flew with the times till fatherhood stopped
the precious of times oh how have i dropped
no matter my age,no matter my rage
your calming voice pales any sage
i know you won't wish my wish to come true
i have...
talking of you is but an emotional flood
first day of school, dropped off at gate
never you did breakfast, case i was late
owe you more than i ever could repay
oblivious to my sun adrenaline at play
flew with the times till fatherhood stopped
the precious of times oh how have i dropped
no matter my age,no matter my rage
your calming voice pales any sage
i know you won't wish my wish to come true
i have...
531 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2017 3:07pm
9th Sep 2017 3:07pm
bumpy roads
bumpy roads
jagged paths
the ones
that shake you
to the core
the bone jarring ones
sometimes
we need them
to wake up
and feel
alive again
though the car
may not agree
but
why should we care
about the inanimates
anyway?
jagged paths
the ones
that shake you
to the core
the bone jarring ones
sometimes
we need them
to wake up
and feel
alive again
though the car
may not agree
but
why should we care
about the inanimates
anyway?
704 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2017 7:00pm
7th Sep 2017 7:00pm
dear ink
i waited
for you
and
there you are
my ink
unspilled
for tomorrow
to flow
or overflow
dear ink
you need weight
of the emotions
and those
will bring
their own glow
but that
is beside the point
it is
whether
you can handle
that weight?
and
will you too
part ways
when you hit
the surface?
worry not
for the emotions ...
for you
and
there you are
my ink
unspilled
for tomorrow
to flow
or overflow
dear ink
you need weight
of the emotions
and those
will bring
their own glow
but that
is beside the point
it is
whether
you can handle
that weight?
and
will you too
part ways
when you hit
the surface?
worry not
for the emotions ...
677 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2017 1:54pm
3rd Sep 2017 1:54pm
rain iv
he
who appreciates
the rain
appreciates
poetry
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the rain
appreciates
poetry
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1020 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2017 1:14pm
3rd Sep 2017 1:14pm
shadows that blight
the shadows
that blight
the moonlit night
leave no wake
yet
carve a track
which is only
visible
to
the gifted.
the little girl's screams
no one believed
then
and no one believes
now.
if only they did
the old junkie
the family pup
the cute little kitten
the lonely old neighbour
would
still be around.
psychiatrists
psychologists
psychoanalysts
don't know shit
when it comes
to the gifted.
...
that blight
the moonlit night
leave no wake
yet
carve a track
which is only
visible
to
the gifted.
the little girl's screams
no one believed
then
and no one believes
now.
if only they did
the old junkie
the family pup
the cute little kitten
the lonely old neighbour
would
still be around.
psychiatrists
psychologists
psychoanalysts
don't know shit
when it comes
to the gifted.
...
601 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2017 7:31pm
26th Aug 2017 7:31pm
sonnet- of art and heart
when a matter of art became matter of heart
the end became the means of justification
though all could see the art but a few saw the start
emotions leaving not differentiation
of art he was the king of hearts she was the queen
usual was the odd clique of their detractors
through their own artful ways they so did vent their spleen
the two subjects of love cared of no such factors
on the mural of life the detraction was blush
the glow of love and art blighted the dark chapel
give the detractors an inch neither was in...
the end became the means of justification
though all could see the art but a few saw the start
emotions leaving not differentiation
of art he was the king of hearts she was the queen
usual was the odd clique of their detractors
through their own artful ways they so did vent their spleen
the two subjects of love cared of no such factors
on the mural of life the detraction was blush
the glow of love and art blighted the dark chapel
give the detractors an inch neither was in...
746 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 8:14pm
25th Aug 2017 8:14pm
same
so one more sob story eh?
same old cliche' tears rolling down my cheek stuff?
what is it this time around?
said the cold soul to an inconsolable teen
the cold soul
probably herself
has been there, done that
yet
realize she does not
that despite
being the same disease
the same pain
not all stories are the same
not all pain
is the same.
two hands, two eyes, one heart and so on
everyone posseses
yet she forgets
about the uniqueness
of the DNA
same old cliche' tears rolling down my cheek stuff?
what is it this time around?
said the cold soul to an inconsolable teen
the cold soul
probably herself
has been there, done that
yet
realize she does not
that despite
being the same disease
the same pain
not all stories are the same
not all pain
is the same.
two hands, two eyes, one heart and so on
everyone posseses
yet she forgets
about the uniqueness
of the DNA
517 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2017 5:49pm
21st Aug 2017 5:49pm
write poetry like no one is reading
and
he wrote poetry
in a state
of trance
not a care
in the world
whether it made sense
to others
for he
had left others
to come
to their own senses
in a trance
of their own
in a dance
of their own
he wrote poetry
in a state
of trance
not a care
in the world
whether it made sense
to others
for he
had left others
to come
to their own senses
in a trance
of their own
in a dance
of their own
740 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2017 4:28pm
21st Aug 2017 4:28pm
relevance
to seek
relevance
is
to seek
a relation
glad
i am
that i've become
totally irrelevant
indeed
there is
liberation
in this
realization
drift
was a blessing.
relevance
is
to seek
a relation
glad
i am
that i've become
totally irrelevant
indeed
there is
liberation
in this
realization
drift
was a blessing.
532 reads
6 Comments
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