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I've been a journalist and (unpublished) novelist, but writing poetry is a relatively new experience .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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2019 11:07pm
17th Jun 2019 11:07pm
Road Rage
Way back in my driving days
I fumed at stalling traffic
Hurled curses, hit the wheel
And blared the fucking horn
It was all to no avail
And backfired in my brain
Even when the cars moved on
My rage sucked in exhaust
Now that I'm not one to drive
I miss the open road
Nostalgic for the higher speeds
But not the rush hour load.
I fumed at stalling traffic
Hurled curses, hit the wheel
And blared the fucking horn
It was all to no avail
And backfired in my brain
Even when the cars moved on
My rage sucked in exhaust
Now that I'm not one to drive
I miss the open road
Nostalgic for the higher speeds
But not the rush hour load.
#cars
535 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jun 2019 8:18pm
12th Jun 2019 8:18pm
Remorse
He is racked with full remorse
So much to forgive
His past yet retains its influence
The many vices
Treachery
Negligence towards those he loves
It all echoes in the night
Down hallways of recollection
Still, he now vows to gaze ahead
Diminish tendencies that linger
The duplicity of his soul
His time may well be limited
But there is decency, his lasting goal.
So much to forgive
His past yet retains its influence
The many vices
Treachery
Negligence towards those he loves
It all echoes in the night
Down hallways of recollection
Still, he now vows to gaze ahead
Diminish tendencies that linger
The duplicity of his soul
His time may well be limited
But there is decency, his lasting goal.
#regret
543 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2019 9:51pm
9th Jun 2019 9:51pm
Redwood
The symbol of infinity
Aglow on a redwood tree
Looming in Yosemite
Taller than the eye can see
I settle down, so deeply flawed
Lay aside my splintered rod
I remain rapt, and fully awed
With restored belief in Nature's God.
Aglow on a redwood tree
Looming in Yosemite
Taller than the eye can see
I settle down, so deeply flawed
Lay aside my splintered rod
I remain rapt, and fully awed
With restored belief in Nature's God.
#trees
#nature
#spiritual
660 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2019 10:18pm
8th Jun 2019 10:18pm
Regina
Regina, quiet and alluring,
Still made sport of my efforts
My attempts to entice her
These, she made a struggle
With a tease, reflecting class
On a campus of divided dreams
She became my first love
Silent in the elevator
Raising my hopes, and virginal fears
Her acquiescence gentle
Instructive to a novice
Patient, tender and true
But I became a lout
Sexually voracious, but still inept
Drugs a factor in my failures
She rightly dismissed me
And I was left to fractured studies
Books loaded in my arms ...
Still made sport of my efforts
My attempts to entice her
These, she made a struggle
With a tease, reflecting class
On a campus of divided dreams
She became my first love
Silent in the elevator
Raising my hopes, and virginal fears
Her acquiescence gentle
Instructive to a novice
Patient, tender and true
But I became a lout
Sexually voracious, but still inept
Drugs a factor in my failures
She rightly dismissed me
And I was left to fractured studies
Books loaded in my arms ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
573 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2019 9:14pm
5th Jun 2019 9:14pm
Not Quite Rid of Me Yet
Wish I was more often here
With some regularity
But I fluctuate from rage to fear
With moments of mad hilarity
I will find the strength to stabilize
Prolific as in bygone days
But I do hope that you realize
That my Muse must soon mend her ways
With some regularity
But I fluctuate from rage to fear
With moments of mad hilarity
I will find the strength to stabilize
Prolific as in bygone days
But I do hope that you realize
That my Muse must soon mend her ways
#LifeAsAWriter
581 reads
30 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2019 8:02pm
28th May 2019 8:02pm
Well Ahead
She once told me to be gone
But there was a quiver in her voice
A twinge of doubt left in her eyes
And she failed to close the door
I brushed by and freely passed
An assumption of desire left
She cast aside remaining qualms
And allowed me deep inside
We rode the currents of the night
The waves found within her bed
No denial of our lasting love
Years spent together, well ahead.
But there was a quiver in her voice
A twinge of doubt left in her eyes
And she failed to close the door
I brushed by and freely passed
An assumption of desire left
She cast aside remaining qualms
And allowed me deep inside
We rode the currents of the night
The waves found within her bed
No denial of our lasting love
Years spent together, well ahead.
#romantic
600 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th May 2019 6:41pm
27th May 2019 6:41pm
In Deep
I was lost, but now I'm found
A few feet down
Deep Underground
My soul and mind
Might yet roam
But this may last
More than suffice
As my idea
Of Paradise.
A few feet down
Deep Underground
My soul and mind
Might yet roam
But this may last
More than suffice
As my idea
Of Paradise.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
824 reads
25 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd May 2019 8:42pm
3rd May 2019 8:42pm
Hooked
Just cannot seem to get a grip
As I sense my precious reason slip
Every drug that I abuse
I pray will chase away my blues
But they have a scant effect
On my lingering defect
Obliviously I should abstain
And deal sober with the pain
I seems clear I cannot write
Intoxicated through the night
I offer another line
Knowing that it will not shine
Addiction comes in many forms
Arriving in muted storms
Cacophony within my head
As I swallow another med
But yet I come here to submit ...
As I sense my precious reason slip
Every drug that I abuse
I pray will chase away my blues
But they have a scant effect
On my lingering defect
Obliviously I should abstain
And deal sober with the pain
I seems clear I cannot write
Intoxicated through the night
I offer another line
Knowing that it will not shine
Addiction comes in many forms
Arriving in muted storms
Cacophony within my head
As I swallow another med
But yet I come here to submit ...
#addiction
1093 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2019 8:18pm
29th Apr 2019 8:18pm
Blockage
The breakage of the mold
Change daunting
As I compose these lines
A shortage of ideas
Lacking in my peers' grace
The finesse in their writes
I may stumble now
Lacking in much style
But I cannot exist in silence
As frustration grows
So here I do provide
One more feather from my wing.
Change daunting
As I compose these lines
A shortage of ideas
Lacking in my peers' grace
The finesse in their writes
I may stumble now
Lacking in much style
But I cannot exist in silence
As frustration grows
So here I do provide
One more feather from my wing.
#WritersBlock
660 reads
15 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Apr 2019 9:25pm
27th Apr 2019 9:25pm
Merciful
My ears fractured
Face is numb
The mortal coil tightens
Tainted breath is lost
To the lips of night
A profound solace
Calm of mind
All that I request
A hint of comfort
The refuge of silence
Blood and roses on my grave
Therein may be peace
A refuge from the war
All that I may deserve
Merciful oblivion
Bearing me away.
Face is numb
The mortal coil tightens
Tainted breath is lost
To the lips of night
A profound solace
Calm of mind
All that I request
A hint of comfort
The refuge of silence
Blood and roses on my grave
Therein may be peace
A refuge from the war
All that I may deserve
Merciful oblivion
Bearing me away.
#death
468 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2019 9:01pm
24th Apr 2019 9:01pm
Arrival
I await her coming home
My sweet lover in the night
She will stay, no more to roam
Her voice pure, gentle and slight
She went out through the evening tide
Drifted slowly out to sea
Her tears she could rarely hide
But, at long last, she was free
I have chosen to remain
And may feel the chill wind blow
I may be a man insane
But find peace with her singing low.
My sweet lover in the night
She will stay, no more to roam
Her voice pure, gentle and slight
She went out through the evening tide
Drifted slowly out to sea
Her tears she could rarely hide
But, at long last, she was free
I have chosen to remain
And may feel the chill wind blow
I may be a man insane
But find peace with her singing low.
#suicide
#ghosts
616 reads
16 Comments
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