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I've been a journalist and (unpublished) novelist, but writing poetry is a relatively new experience .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
21st Feb 2020 10:21pm
21st Feb 2020 10:21pm
Therapy
He visits a psychotherapist
A pragmatic woman through-and-through
He eyes her through a teary mist
And hopes that he can start anew
He tells her of his sordid past
The sins burdening his soul
How the evils still may last
How they still seem to play their role
She informs him that he yet can change
Find normalcy with assistance
She does not consider him so strange
Tells him to stay and take a chance
So he opts for therapy
Hoping she can show the way
But "normalcy" can be a travesty ...
A pragmatic woman through-and-through
He eyes her through a teary mist
And hopes that he can start anew
He tells her of his sordid past
The sins burdening his soul
How the evils still may last
How they still seem to play their role
She informs him that he yet can change
Find normalcy with assistance
She does not consider him so strange
Tells him to stay and take a chance
So he opts for therapy
Hoping she can show the way
But "normalcy" can be a travesty ...
#MentalHealth
709 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2020 10:04pm
19th Feb 2020 10:04pm
Sirens
Sailing on a windswept sea
The fury loath to set me free
I can hear the Sirens sing
And my ears begin to ring
I end up on a jagged shore
Ice cold to my trembling core
I went mad with the Sirens' song
A sailor stricken, hardly strong
But I see an angel on the rocks
The wind blowing her glowing locks
She beckons me with outstretched hand
And I cross the drifting sand
I leave the Sirens far behind
Wrest them from my troubled mind
They shrivel as I turn away
The angel, it seems, is here to...
The fury loath to set me free
I can hear the Sirens sing
And my ears begin to ring
I end up on a jagged shore
Ice cold to my trembling core
I went mad with the Sirens' song
A sailor stricken, hardly strong
But I see an angel on the rocks
The wind blowing her glowing locks
She beckons me with outstretched hand
And I cross the drifting sand
I leave the Sirens far behind
Wrest them from my troubled mind
They shrivel as I turn away
The angel, it seems, is here to...
#mythology
799 reads
16 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Feb 2020 7:32pm
18th Feb 2020 7:32pm
Mist
I feel the mist of memory
And fear my soul is sold
I consider my long history
And the mist is turning cold
I have much that I regret
The transgressions I have made
The evil is not over yet
And mist does not seem to fade
My life is built on frequent lies
Falsehoods bearing my name
I can hear the distant cries
Of those subject to this shame
The mist is slowly closing in
A reminder of my guilt
A reminder of my secret sin
Around which my soul is built
I may manage to atone
And find some...
And fear my soul is sold
I consider my long history
And the mist is turning cold
I have much that I regret
The transgressions I have made
The evil is not over yet
And mist does not seem to fade
My life is built on frequent lies
Falsehoods bearing my name
I can hear the distant cries
Of those subject to this shame
The mist is slowly closing in
A reminder of my guilt
A reminder of my secret sin
Around which my soul is built
I may manage to atone
And find some...
#regret
596 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Feb 2020 6:28pm
16th Feb 2020 6:28pm
Stranger Nights 3
#loneliness
#erotic
666 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2020 9:04pm
11th Feb 2020 9:04pm
Dread
He feels the sword of Damocles
Dangling just above his head
He sinks slowly to his knees
In a state of constant dread
His world will not fall apart
This being his constant fear
Yet palpitations in his heart
Render such delusions quickly clear
He fails to see that all is well
And perceives each detail as a threat
He takes up residence in Hell
Not bound for this, at least not yet.
Dangling just above his head
He sinks slowly to his knees
In a state of constant dread
His world will not fall apart
This being his constant fear
Yet palpitations in his heart
Render such delusions quickly clear
He fails to see that all is well
And perceives each detail as a threat
He takes up residence in Hell
Not bound for this, at least not yet.
#anxiety
566 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2020 7:04pm
10th Feb 2020 7:04pm
Those Who Came Before
Neglecting to learn from the past
Is a form of
Madness
History teaches us well
The present is tense
With errors
What we call progress
Innovation
Is hollow without
The lessons
We continue to stumble
In darkness, fumble
Without the established
Shine of reason
it tells us much
Through precedence
How we err
And, of course, succeed
All trumpeted as
Breakthrough
It would be all for naught
Pure rot
Without the trials
And light shed
By those who came before.
Is a form of
Madness
History teaches us well
The present is tense
With errors
What we call progress
Innovation
Is hollow without
The lessons
We continue to stumble
In darkness, fumble
Without the established
Shine of reason
it tells us much
Through precedence
How we err
And, of course, succeed
All trumpeted as
Breakthrough
It would be all for naught
Pure rot
Without the trials
And light shed
By those who came before.
#historical
631 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2020 8:43pm
7th Feb 2020 8:43pm
A White Witch, and Her Craft
To Tanya
She is my witch
And I am her warlock
Although my powers are close
To nonexistent
But still l dream of magic
Yet she is the real thing
A white witch pure,
And benign
She prays before her altar
And gazes at the moon
I marvel at her strength
How she withstands
Extreme hardship
She conjures order
From true chaos
We communicate over distance
And love travels far
On moonlight waves
I feel her presence
At my side.
She is my witch
And I am her warlock
Although my powers are close
To nonexistent
But still l dream of magic
Yet she is the real thing
A white witch pure,
And benign
She prays before her altar
And gazes at the moon
I marvel at her strength
How she withstands
Extreme hardship
She conjures order
From true chaos
We communicate over distance
And love travels far
On moonlight waves
I feel her presence
At my side.
#magic
#witches
#love
621 reads
15 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Feb 2020 10:09pm
5th Feb 2020 10:09pm
The Meal
The crows circle overhead
Famished for the feast below
They eye the battle's newly dead
And beady eyes begin to glow
They descend upon their meal
Grotesque bodies piled high
Survivors make them flit and reel
And craven crows rise to the sky
They marvel at the crazed violence
The result being this new repast
All is now well, within silence
A peace they know will never last.
Famished for the feast below
They eye the battle's newly dead
And beady eyes begin to glow
They descend upon their meal
Grotesque bodies piled high
Survivors make them flit and reel
And craven crows rise to the sky
They marvel at the crazed violence
The result being this new repast
All is now well, within silence
A peace they know will never last.
#war
583 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Feb 2020 10:08pm
4th Feb 2020 10:08pm
My Mind Wanders
My mind wanders from the page
Leaves me in a state of rage
Seems my new attempt to write
Is lost within a starless night
I desire to break the block
And listen to the ticking clock
It says that I might have the time
To come up with a decent rhyme
But I feel little but humility
A sense of deep futility
Is this drivel, a steaming pile
Or done acceptably within my style?
Leaves me in a state of rage
Seems my new attempt to write
Is lost within a starless night
I desire to break the block
And listen to the ticking clock
It says that I might have the time
To come up with a decent rhyme
But I feel little but humility
A sense of deep futility
Is this drivel, a steaming pile
Or done acceptably within my style?
#WritersBlock
702 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2020 8:48pm
2nd Feb 2020 8:48pm
Self Commentary
I try to loosen up
Free myself from lock-step rhyme
Seems to be a form of addiction
Blocking true sense and meaning
Free form eludes me
Leaves me bereft for words
And I try to spill
But leave a puddle on the page
I admire sophistication
Those adept at senryu
And other fine examples
But these seem beyond me
My style gets in the way
I do make an effort
One that may pay off
Upon rare occasion
One free from tricks and artifice
Offering persuasion.
Free myself from lock-step rhyme
Seems to be a form of addiction
Blocking true sense and meaning
Free form eludes me
Leaves me bereft for words
And I try to spill
But leave a puddle on the page
I admire sophistication
Those adept at senryu
And other fine examples
But these seem beyond me
My style gets in the way
I do make an effort
One that may pay off
Upon rare occasion
One free from tricks and artifice
Offering persuasion.
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
507 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jan 2020 8:20pm
30th Jan 2020 8:20pm
Lesson Learned, Part 2
She manages to come unbound
Throws me shrieking to the ground
I cannot help but realize
There is evil gleaming in her eyes
She binds me to my antique rack
As I listen to the leather crack
She applies her belt to my coarse skin
Slowly citing my every sin
She teaches me the ways of pain
My own lesson to attain
I now exist within her night
Being the one to feel contrite.
Throws me shrieking to the ground
I cannot help but realize
There is evil gleaming in her eyes
She binds me to my antique rack
As I listen to the leather crack
She applies her belt to my coarse skin
Slowly citing my every sin
She teaches me the ways of pain
My own lesson to attain
I now exist within her night
Being the one to feel contrite.
#BDSM
#funny
723 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jan 2020 10:48pm
28th Jan 2020 10:48pm
Lesson Learned
She cannot seem to comprehend
That I am strong, and on the mend
She now sees me as frail and weak
No more than a circus freak
But I bind her in leather straps
Disregard her constant yaps
She has all too much to learn
Fearing that she is bound to burn
I am loath to bring on too much pain
It is my desire to see her strain
A lesson learned, leather tight
My sweet "babe" now seems contrite.
That I am strong, and on the mend
She now sees me as frail and weak
No more than a circus freak
But I bind her in leather straps
Disregard her constant yaps
She has all too much to learn
Fearing that she is bound to burn
I am loath to bring on too much pain
It is my desire to see her strain
A lesson learned, leather tight
My sweet "babe" now seems contrite.
#BDSM
#funny
645 reads
17 Comments
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