Submissions by crowfly
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been a journalist and (unpublished) novelist, but writing poetry is a relatively new experience . I'd like to make some friends and get advice and feedback.
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jan 2019 9:39pm
20th Jan 2019 9:39pm
Mirror Image
He waits for the deciding push
A final setback in his life
Efforts made, but what's the point?
He raises his keenest knife
He recalls his past mistakes
The treachery, and negligence
Death, he feels, would be proud
To remove this cause for pestilence
He positions the sharpened blade
To a vein stretching on his throat
But in the mirror he sees his face
Lacking tears, creased with a gloat
He realizes that there's more
So much to do before he goes
The reflection does somewhat agree
He's...
A final setback in his life
Efforts made, but what's the point?
He raises his keenest knife
He recalls his past mistakes
The treachery, and negligence
Death, he feels, would be proud
To remove this cause for pestilence
He positions the sharpened blade
To a vein stretching on his throat
But in the mirror he sees his face
Lacking tears, creased with a gloat
He realizes that there's more
So much to do before he goes
The reflection does somewhat agree
He's...
#depression
567 reads
13 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Jan 2019 10:04pm
19th Jan 2019 10:04pm
The Returning Heart
Someone tapping at the door
A whisper of his name
A steady chill of mounting horror
An intimation of his shame
He recalls one he cast adrift
Landing on the distant sands
And her ruined heart, the one that he
Cracked with his harsh demands
He now hears the furtive knock
A tattered heart with tales to tell
Fractures through his fragile lock
Then a throbbing escort to hell
He wakens from this fever dream
But remains in endless night
No more peace, nor single beam
Only the theft of morning light.
A whisper of his name
A steady chill of mounting horror
An intimation of his shame
He recalls one he cast adrift
Landing on the distant sands
And her ruined heart, the one that he
Cracked with his harsh demands
He now hears the furtive knock
A tattered heart with tales to tell
Fractures through his fragile lock
Then a throbbing escort to hell
He wakens from this fever dream
But remains in endless night
No more peace, nor single beam
Only the theft of morning light.
#scary
536 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Jan 2019 10:47pm
18th Jan 2019 10:47pm
Solace
He just fails to comprehend
What "bad luck" can indicate
It's his mistakes that do progress
None that can be ascribed to fate
It could be advancing age
Clouds descending on his mind
Or it could be his soul's decline
Youth and vigor far behind
He prays for the hand of God
To lift the curses he perceives
But it, at last, is left to him
To find a solution that relieves
He knows that he has little choice
To press on, hope for the best
And yearn for an angel's gentle hand
To grant a modicum of rest
...
What "bad luck" can indicate
It's his mistakes that do progress
None that can be ascribed to fate
It could be advancing age
Clouds descending on his mind
Or it could be his soul's decline
Youth and vigor far behind
He prays for the hand of God
To lift the curses he perceives
But it, at last, is left to him
To find a solution that relieves
He knows that he has little choice
To press on, hope for the best
And yearn for an angel's gentle hand
To grant a modicum of rest
...
#depression
#spiritual
560 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2019 00:34am
16th Jan 2019 00:34am
Forecast
I hear voices in the rain
Singing that I don't have long
That I'm destined to go down in pain
As I hear their fatal song
But I see faces in the clouds
Countering that abject horror
They gather in billowed crowds
And say I have too much in store
They inform me I can't pass in peace
Until I fall once in love
Just once before my last release
Before I join them high above
I can surely see reason
In what they have to say
They grant me one more fair season
And if successful I will stay.
Singing that I don't have long
That I'm destined to go down in pain
As I hear their fatal song
But I see faces in the clouds
Countering that abject horror
They gather in billowed crowds
And say I have too much in store
They inform me I can't pass in peace
Until I fall once in love
Just once before my last release
Before I join them high above
I can surely see reason
In what they have to say
They grant me one more fair season
And if successful I will stay.
#storm
#FirstLove
714 reads
17 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jan 2019 9:08pm
13th Jan 2019 9:08pm
Dethroned
An accusation in shadows
An outcry drifting into light
Then he heard the strident words
A remonstrance about his past
Some now consider the present
A life built on a prop of lies
Success guaranteed from birth
Towers still structured worldwide
Now elected with a solid base
His worst instincts still do prevail
Demanding the perfect wall
This child shuts down the government
The highest climb, the steepest drop
The comb-over king still not alone
Revelations may well occur
Until he is driven from his...
An outcry drifting into light
Then he heard the strident words
A remonstrance about his past
Some now consider the present
A life built on a prop of lies
Success guaranteed from birth
Towers still structured worldwide
Now elected with a solid base
His worst instincts still do prevail
Demanding the perfect wall
This child shuts down the government
The highest climb, the steepest drop
The comb-over king still not alone
Revelations may well occur
Until he is driven from his...
#politics
555 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2019 8:14pm
12th Jan 2019 8:14pm
Southern Comfort
We took the trip to New Orleans
A weekend of new pleasure
Watching spangled wonders, harlequins
Not quite prepared for Mardi Gras
Admired wrought iron balconies
Gardens with crumbled fountains
Bars showcasing the local jazz
Until the saints came marching in
We left the city of my reveries
And headed to her fragile home
A plantation fallen on disrepair
Still standing after all these years
I leaned from the balcony
The wind hot, but still it eased
I realized she found her dream
And would do exactly as...
A weekend of new pleasure
Watching spangled wonders, harlequins
Not quite prepared for Mardi Gras
Admired wrought iron balconies
Gardens with crumbled fountains
Bars showcasing the local jazz
Until the saints came marching in
We left the city of my reveries
And headed to her fragile home
A plantation fallen on disrepair
Still standing after all these years
I leaned from the balcony
The wind hot, but still it eased
I realized she found her dream
And would do exactly as...
#lover
#memories
529 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jan 2019 11:44pm
9th Jan 2019 11:44pm
In Concert
I can hear the throbbing bass
The approximation of a voice
No cohesion, not a trace
In a repertoire of tasteless choice
Still, there's an attempt at song
That more constitutes a bray
And some chowder heads just play along
As guitars enter the fray
The concert coming through the walls
An sharp assault on fragile ears
The performance lasts 'til darkness falls
But the aural ring can last for years
I contemplate a sharpened axe
One sure solution to my woes
But my own head has sufficient cracks
That still...
The approximation of a voice
No cohesion, not a trace
In a repertoire of tasteless choice
Still, there's an attempt at song
That more constitutes a bray
And some chowder heads just play along
As guitars enter the fray
The concert coming through the walls
An sharp assault on fragile ears
The performance lasts 'til darkness falls
But the aural ring can last for years
I contemplate a sharpened axe
One sure solution to my woes
But my own head has sufficient cracks
That still...
#anger
551 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Jan 2019 7:38pm
8th Jan 2019 7:38pm
Belle de Jour
#BDSM
#funny
669 reads
13 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jan 2019 7:27pm
6th Jan 2019 7:27pm
A Matter of Taste
#erotic
#funny
741 reads
20 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2019 9:34pm
5th Jan 2019 9:34pm
Change In the Weather
Nothing very much to lose
Few furnishings to call my own
But I make the most of it
And await the coming storm
It arrives around midnight
Rain streaking the window panes
I go out singing, with a rasp
And welcome the wind's velocity
I hear voices, from afar
Telling me to understand
Nothing ever really lasts
And I then dread the parting clouds
The water washes off my past
Or so it right now really seems
The wind whistles all will be well
And turns a nightmare into reveries.
Few furnishings to call my own
But I make the most of it
And await the coming storm
It arrives around midnight
Rain streaking the window panes
I go out singing, with a rasp
And welcome the wind's velocity
I hear voices, from afar
Telling me to understand
Nothing ever really lasts
And I then dread the parting clouds
The water washes off my past
Or so it right now really seems
The wind whistles all will be well
And turns a nightmare into reveries.
#SelfReflection
#redemption
469 reads
13 Comments
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