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I've been a journalist and (unpublished) novelist, but writing poetry is a relatively new experience .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
27th Jan 2020 10:53pm
27th Jan 2020 10:53pm
Possessed
I am feeling a bit possessed
Pazuzu in my soul
My senses reel, heart distressed
With this rabid lost control
An exorcist will not arrive
To quell this heated rage
In desperation I contrive
To loose it on the page
This instills some sense of calm
But full peace is still at bay
My heart remains a ticking bomb
While I just write and pray
But I have led a sinful life
With demons satisfied
That my urges remain rife
Despite my decent side
Still there remains a distant spark
A glimmer in my...
Pazuzu in my soul
My senses reel, heart distressed
With this rabid lost control
An exorcist will not arrive
To quell this heated rage
In desperation I contrive
To loose it on the page
This instills some sense of calm
But full peace is still at bay
My heart remains a ticking bomb
While I just write and pray
But I have led a sinful life
With demons satisfied
That my urges remain rife
Despite my decent side
Still there remains a distant spark
A glimmer in my...
#spiritual
#scary
#WritingPoetry
656 reads
13 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jan 2020 5:41pm
26th Jan 2020 5:41pm
Crow Flight
The streets are his
A paradise
He flies their twisted routes
Every turn, another burn
Scars left and worn proudly
Emblematic of his past
The remembrance of licentiousness
His brethren gather for the feast
He wears their darkness
Nocturnal cloak
And it becomes him well
The night a comfort
Despite the blight
A city furnished with delight.
A paradise
He flies their twisted routes
Every turn, another burn
Scars left and worn proudly
Emblematic of his past
The remembrance of licentiousness
His brethren gather for the feast
He wears their darkness
Nocturnal cloak
And it becomes him well
The night a comfort
Despite the blight
A city furnished with delight.
#city
618 reads
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2019 10:58pm
22nd Dec 2019 10:58pm
Feast
She favors wearing black
The color of her soul
She will nothing lack
While being in control
I am willing to submit
Learn how to obey
It is a thrill, I must admit
Being potential prey
She is my crimson queen
And darkness of my night
My body may be lean
But she feasts in deep delight.
The color of her soul
She will nothing lack
While being in control
I am willing to submit
Learn how to obey
It is a thrill, I must admit
Being potential prey
She is my crimson queen
And darkness of my night
My body may be lean
But she feasts in deep delight.
#BDSM
#funny
957 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2019 8:06pm
2nd Dec 2019 8:06pm
Beautiful Dreamer
I watch her as she dreams
A look of rapture on her face
But this may not be what it seems
Behind the midnight lace
She smiles a secret smile
And her skin begins to shine
She treads the moonlight mile
And murmurs a name that is not mine
He could be from the distant past
And I try not to care
I believe our love will last
And count the stars within her hair.
A look of rapture on her face
But this may not be what it seems
Behind the midnight lace
She smiles a secret smile
And her skin begins to shine
She treads the moonlight mile
And murmurs a name that is not mine
He could be from the distant past
And I try not to care
I believe our love will last
And count the stars within her hair.
#romantic
581 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Nov 2019 11:50pm
21st Nov 2019 11:50pm
May Cause Drowsiness
Consuming far too many pills
Going back for more refills
The doctor and the pharmacy
Seem to think they set me free
But the symptoms do persist
And drug abuse? I must resist
One more of my preferred med
Will guarantee I'll end up dead
Most of them just induce sleep
What I dream, so may I reap
Better than the waking hours
The loss of strength, diminished powers
But I lay still in the night
Taking heart, if not delight
Knowing that I will discover
A means by which I will recover.
Going back for more refills
The doctor and the pharmacy
Seem to think they set me free
But the symptoms do persist
And drug abuse? I must resist
One more of my preferred med
Will guarantee I'll end up dead
Most of them just induce sleep
What I dream, so may I reap
Better than the waking hours
The loss of strength, diminished powers
But I lay still in the night
Taking heart, if not delight
Knowing that I will discover
A means by which I will recover.
#illness
559 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Nov 2019 7:23pm
5th Nov 2019 7:23pm
Infinity Due
It has been a craggy road
While shouldering a heavy load
I typically just feel the weight
And I sense my hour grows late
I look back and rue the errors
And ponder how the future fairs
Is there light, or is it black?
An abyss, a widened crack
My dagger poised above my heart
But I cannot pierce my world apart
Let death slowly have its way
For now, my friend, I choose to stay.
While shouldering a heavy load
I typically just feel the weight
And I sense my hour grows late
I look back and rue the errors
And ponder how the future fairs
Is there light, or is it black?
An abyss, a widened crack
My dagger poised above my heart
But I cannot pierce my world apart
Let death slowly have its way
For now, my friend, I choose to stay.
#depression
#suicide
607 reads
15 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Sep 2019 11:25pm
30th Sep 2019 11:25pm
Fade
She stands, translucent, on the stair
Radiant smile, and glowing hair
She beckons me to follow her
And my dormant love begins to stir
I follow her down shadowed halls
While she sings, while she calls
That I have nothing left to fear
Each word melodious and clear
We step into a darkened room
But I experience no sense of doom
I revel in my love's sweet breath
And the fading of my dread of death.
Radiant smile, and glowing hair
She beckons me to follow her
And my dormant love begins to stir
I follow her down shadowed halls
While she sings, while she calls
That I have nothing left to fear
Each word melodious and clear
We step into a darkened room
But I experience no sense of doom
I revel in my love's sweet breath
And the fading of my dread of death.
#ghosts
780 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Sep 2019 9:15pm
20th Sep 2019 9:15pm
Gathering
Are bystanders innocent?
He goes into a quick descent
And wonders at the staring crowd
Stone faces, nothing said aloud
He inhales his final breath
Finds comfort in his waiting death
While the crowd melts slowly in the night
Seeking another tragic site.
He goes into a quick descent
And wonders at the staring crowd
Stone faces, nothing said aloud
He inhales his final breath
Finds comfort in his waiting death
While the crowd melts slowly in the night
Seeking another tragic site.
#scary
#surreal
592 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2019 1:20am
2nd Sep 2019 1:20am
Random Thoughts
Ramdom thoughts in amber
A collection of impurities
The curare one not dormant
Taking wing, and eyes fever hot
I believe in omens
Will I die before I wake?
I must leave it up to deities
Eschew the harpies from my past
Seraphs come and seraphs go
And my dread of death will never last.
A collection of impurities
The curare one not dormant
Taking wing, and eyes fever hot
I believe in omens
Will I die before I wake?
I must leave it up to deities
Eschew the harpies from my past
Seraphs come and seraphs go
And my dread of death will never last.
#death
480 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Aug 2019 9:38pm
25th Aug 2019 9:38pm
The Last Reversal
She sits in rapture on my lap
Around her neck a leather strap
I mean no pain in games I play
But it is my fervent hope that she will stay
Yet she applies the loop around my throat
And my consciousness begins to float
My eyes bulge, begin to stare
Alas, I feel a lack of air.
Around her neck a leather strap
I mean no pain in games I play
But it is my fervent hope that she will stay
Yet she applies the loop around my throat
And my consciousness begins to float
My eyes bulge, begin to stare
Alas, I feel a lack of air.
#sex
#murder
592 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jul 2019 8:53pm
6th Jul 2019 8:53pm
Perchance to Dream
Dreams too vivid, so it seems
Combined with ecstasy and screams
Familiar faces are transformed
Some angelic, some deformed
They remain throughout the day
Enjoying a lengthy stay
Then he sleeps, again the dreams
A subconscious shattered, so it seems.
Combined with ecstasy and screams
Familiar faces are transformed
Some angelic, some deformed
They remain throughout the day
Enjoying a lengthy stay
Then he sleeps, again the dreams
A subconscious shattered, so it seems.
#dreams
695 reads
19 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jun 2019 9:26pm
27th Jun 2019 9:26pm
Section 8 Blues
I prepare for an inspection
My lair is now pristine
The bodies are well hidden
And not likely to be seen
I do this for assistance
My voucher for the rent
Which is fairly high
But at least this makes a dent
My writing now erratic
Not as prolific as before
But my heart is with you
And I will be back for more.
My lair is now pristine
The bodies are well hidden
And not likely to be seen
I do this for assistance
My voucher for the rent
Which is fairly high
But at least this makes a dent
My writing now erratic
Not as prolific as before
But my heart is with you
And I will be back for more.
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfWorth
596 reads
13 Comments
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