Submissions by cosmosalone200
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A varied kind
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2014 6:17pm
19th Mar 2014 6:17pm
Tears of The Heavens
Running from the depths of despair,
Heart in pieces,
Soul in shambles.
The burden of sorrow weighing me down.
Suddenly a whisper,
I stop to listen but hear nothing but the wind.
I turn to run once more when suddenly…
Drip.
A cold splash of my cheek.
I raise my hand and touch my finger to my face,
Feeling the cold wetness caressing my fingertip.
Raising my head up to the sky,
I see the tears of the heavens falling down upon the earth.
With each drop I feel my burden fading,
Sorrow and despair slowly washed away,
To be but a memory of...
Heart in pieces,
Soul in shambles.
The burden of sorrow weighing me down.
Suddenly a whisper,
I stop to listen but hear nothing but the wind.
I turn to run once more when suddenly…
Drip.
A cold splash of my cheek.
I raise my hand and touch my finger to my face,
Feeling the cold wetness caressing my fingertip.
Raising my head up to the sky,
I see the tears of the heavens falling down upon the earth.
With each drop I feel my burden fading,
Sorrow and despair slowly washed away,
To be but a memory of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 8:52pm
14th Feb 2014 8:52pm
Day of Saint Valentine
Come closer my children,
And to you I shall tell,
The tale of a day more gruesome than All Hallows Eve.
Hiding its true nature beneath laughter and joy,
The Terror of Saint Valentine is again upon us.
Poor, naïve, innocent children,
You shake your little heads not knowing the truth.
You call me cynical, heartless and cold.
Perhaps you are right but I have seen,
Ah! I have seen,
Oh! Have I seen,
The shadows that lurk within our mist.
But children you need not believe me,
For Shakespeare, himself, proves me right. ...
And to you I shall tell,
The tale of a day more gruesome than All Hallows Eve.
Hiding its true nature beneath laughter and joy,
The Terror of Saint Valentine is again upon us.
Poor, naïve, innocent children,
You shake your little heads not knowing the truth.
You call me cynical, heartless and cold.
Perhaps you are right but I have seen,
Ah! I have seen,
Oh! Have I seen,
The shadows that lurk within our mist.
But children you need not believe me,
For Shakespeare, himself, proves me right. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2014 8:54pm
30th Jan 2014 8:54pm
Dawn Of A New Day
He sits in the shadows,
Chained with lies,
Bound by deceit.
But no more.
These chains he bends,
Pulling.
They chafe his skin,
Fighting back.
But he is relentless.
Others watch.
The weak in envy,
For they wish to do the same.
The ignorant in disgust,
For they know not the world,
Beyond the shadows.
Chains break,
And he is rising.
He is bleeding,
For the chains cut deep.
He now rises,
But falls back down.
His skins are too heavy,
And hold...
Chained with lies,
Bound by deceit.
But no more.
These chains he bends,
Pulling.
They chafe his skin,
Fighting back.
But he is relentless.
Others watch.
The weak in envy,
For they wish to do the same.
The ignorant in disgust,
For they know not the world,
Beyond the shadows.
Chains break,
And he is rising.
He is bleeding,
For the chains cut deep.
He now rises,
But falls back down.
His skins are too heavy,
And hold...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2013 5:31pm
7th Dec 2013 5:31pm
Not So Merry Christmas
Jingle bells and bright red bows,
Flying reindeer and a bright red nose,
All these mark but one season,
All these mark but one horror,
It’s Christmas once again.
Bells ringing shrilly,
Ripping your eardrums.
Flashing lights,
Scorching your eyes.
Santa’s laughter,
Bouncing in your skull.
HO – HO – HO
HO – HO – HO
Oh but it’s Christmas once again in Nightmare Town.
What a perfectly bloody horrid holiday.
So run and hide while you can for the Christmas Spirit shall haunt this town.
Flying reindeer and a bright red nose,
All these mark but one season,
All these mark but one horror,
It’s Christmas once again.
Bells ringing shrilly,
Ripping your eardrums.
Flashing lights,
Scorching your eyes.
Santa’s laughter,
Bouncing in your skull.
HO – HO – HO
HO – HO – HO
Oh but it’s Christmas once again in Nightmare Town.
What a perfectly bloody horrid holiday.
So run and hide while you can for the Christmas Spirit shall haunt this town.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2013 5:01pm
1st Dec 2013 5:01pm
Dust to dust
Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes.
All that is,
Must come to an end.
Man walks on his path
Treading dust.
Dust is beneath him.
He is superior.
He walks on
Slowly aging,
Slowly dying.
Sun rises and sets,
And the man is gone.
He now lies
Dead in the dust,
That was once
Beneath him.
Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes.
And the man that was,
Is now no more.
He is dust.
Part of it,
One with it.
As dust is to dust,
And ashes to ashes.
Ashes to ashes.
All that is,
Must come to an end.
Man walks on his path
Treading dust.
Dust is beneath him.
He is superior.
He walks on
Slowly aging,
Slowly dying.
Sun rises and sets,
And the man is gone.
He now lies
Dead in the dust,
That was once
Beneath him.
Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes.
And the man that was,
Is now no more.
He is dust.
Part of it,
One with it.
As dust is to dust,
And ashes to ashes.
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Dec 2013 4:59pm
1st Dec 2013 4:59pm
The Epilouge
The sky weeps,
The sorrows of the living,
On my eternal resting place.
Tears of blood cannot heal,
Words of hope cannot raise,
The hearts of those left behind.
As I lie in my eternal slumber,
The sorrows of the abandoned cover me.
At this final ball,
The epilogue of my story.
The sorrows of the living,
On my eternal resting place.
Tears of blood cannot heal,
Words of hope cannot raise,
The hearts of those left behind.
As I lie in my eternal slumber,
The sorrows of the abandoned cover me.
At this final ball,
The epilogue of my story.
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