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I've been a journalist and (unpublished) novelist, but writing poetry is a relatively new experience .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.
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2019 8:20pm
23rd Apr 2019 8:20pm
No End In Sight
Vodka noticed on my breath
Cigarettes, impending death
I find it difficult to care
A sure end would be more than fair
So much to absorb and abuse
But I still listen to my Muse
She warbles that I should abstain
And I listen to her sweet refrain
I notice the tears in her eyes
And strike a deal to compromise
I give up on the booze and smoke
But still see how my life is now a joke
If I can't manage a decent write
It's best to travel with the night
But much to my Muse's relief
My efforts will persist...
Cigarettes, impending death
I find it difficult to care
A sure end would be more than fair
So much to absorb and abuse
But I still listen to my Muse
She warbles that I should abstain
And I listen to her sweet refrain
I notice the tears in her eyes
And strike a deal to compromise
I give up on the booze and smoke
But still see how my life is now a joke
If I can't manage a decent write
It's best to travel with the night
But much to my Muse's relief
My efforts will persist...
#funny
#WritersBlock
515 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Apr 2019 10:27pm
14th Apr 2019 10:27pm
Stasis In the Cards
He fumbles still one more attempt
To come up with some telling lines
But his concentration shifts
And never quite picks up the signs
His mediocrity arrives to mock
The stasis forming in his mind
He envies those who persevere
And leaves much work so far behind
Will he regain some acumen,
Or tap drivel at the keys?
Perhaps better this than draw a blank
Or succumb to nascent writer's freeze.
To come up with some telling lines
But his concentration shifts
And never quite picks up the signs
His mediocrity arrives to mock
The stasis forming in his mind
He envies those who persevere
And leaves much work so far behind
Will he regain some acumen,
Or tap drivel at the keys?
Perhaps better this than draw a blank
Or succumb to nascent writer's freeze.
#WritersBlock
448 reads
25 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Apr 2019 00:23am
12th Apr 2019 00:23am
Angelic Eyes
A sudden loss of breath
When I see her
Distantly
A beauty not
Within my reach
She may one day
Feel my soul
And witness failure
Falling night
The turbulence revealed
Will she offer
Comfort
Some respite
Or see a vine of evil
Deep within?
My innocence
A travesty
She observes
My scant defense
Against angelic eyes.
When I see her
Distantly
A beauty not
Within my reach
She may one day
Feel my soul
And witness failure
Falling night
The turbulence revealed
Will she offer
Comfort
Some respite
Or see a vine of evil
Deep within?
My innocence
A travesty
She observes
My scant defense
Against angelic eyes.
#evil
623 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2019 10:56pm
9th Apr 2019 10:56pm
Sinking Feeling
I struggle through the depths
But contract the bends
My body floats on the waves
But my soul stays behind
Is this peace? Is it death?
There is no certainty
I thus far sense the pressure
The weight of the sea
The surface seems quite distant
Water takes my breath
I settle in the silt
While sharks circle overhead.
But contract the bends
My body floats on the waves
But my soul stays behind
Is this peace? Is it death?
There is no certainty
I thus far sense the pressure
The weight of the sea
The surface seems quite distant
Water takes my breath
I settle in the silt
While sharks circle overhead.
#depression
#metaphor
622 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Apr 2019 9:13pm
8th Apr 2019 9:13pm
Forbidden
Watching as his night descends
On the walls a shadow play
But the joker shuffles out the door
Unconcerned with scant defense
He speaks in a jaundiced tongue
Wandering the vacant streets
The rooftops twisted overhead
Their tips piercing his clouded sky
He looks backward to his deaths
Oblivion perhaps the best
Yet harpies circle overhead
Their presence, now, forbidding rest.
On the walls a shadow play
But the joker shuffles out the door
Unconcerned with scant defense
He speaks in a jaundiced tongue
Wandering the vacant streets
The rooftops twisted overhead
Their tips piercing his clouded sky
He looks backward to his deaths
Oblivion perhaps the best
Yet harpies circle overhead
Their presence, now, forbidding rest.
#death
#surreal
750 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Apr 2019 8:14pm
6th Apr 2019 8:14pm
Siren Song
He listens to her lilting song
Carried above the turbulence
But the passage is too clearly wrong
With his voyage not making sense
He stumbles across a heaving deck
To marvel as the Siren sings
The albatross strung from his neck
A dead weight with its dangling wings
He spots the Siren on a rock
As his ship shatters on a reef
Somehow he does not feel the shock
But realizes life is brief.
Carried above the turbulence
But the passage is too clearly wrong
With his voyage not making sense
He stumbles across a heaving deck
To marvel as the Siren sings
The albatross strung from his neck
A dead weight with its dangling wings
He spots the Siren on a rock
As his ship shatters on a reef
Somehow he does not feel the shock
But realizes life is brief.
#death
#mythology
#surreal
519 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Apr 2019 00:06am
5th Apr 2019 00:06am
Denouement
She comes with the dimming stars
The near procession of black cars
His affliction at the closing stage
As he turns the final page
He recalls a wayward life
His existence of turmoil and strife
He takes the night time to reflect
On years of tumult and neglect
He still considers times of peace
Days of joy, and sweet release
Satisfaction in his final breath
As he welcomes his Lady Death.
The near procession of black cars
His affliction at the closing stage
As he turns the final page
He recalls a wayward life
His existence of turmoil and strife
He takes the night time to reflect
On years of tumult and neglect
He still considers times of peace
Days of joy, and sweet release
Satisfaction in his final breath
As he welcomes his Lady Death.
#death
534 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2019 10:46pm
3rd Apr 2019 10:46pm
Scepter
Crimson writes of darkness
But not in its entirety
She is prone to deep confession
Disturbance or delight
She envisions worlds of fantasy
Or harshest reality
But, no question,
None at all
That her scepter shines at DUP.
But not in its entirety
She is prone to deep confession
Disturbance or delight
She envisions worlds of fantasy
Or harshest reality
But, no question,
None at all
That her scepter shines at DUP.
#admiration
518 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2019 8:18pm
3rd Apr 2019 8:18pm
Disordered
Little rhyme here
No rhythm known to chaos
The clear thinking strewn straight away
A puzzle scattered
Lacking form
Lapsing, collapsing
In sharp fragments
Shards sticking sharply from the bedroom floor
The pulse sounding down the hall
Repetitive, ad nauseam
No choir behind cacophony
Merely offenses not clearly heard
A madman on a malicious spree
But she manages to comfort me
The puzzle's edges now aligned
Her healing touch a true blessing
To a fragile, endangered mind.
No rhythm known to chaos
The clear thinking strewn straight away
A puzzle scattered
Lacking form
Lapsing, collapsing
In sharp fragments
Shards sticking sharply from the bedroom floor
The pulse sounding down the hall
Repetitive, ad nauseam
No choir behind cacophony
Merely offenses not clearly heard
A madman on a malicious spree
But she manages to comfort me
The puzzle's edges now aligned
Her healing touch a true blessing
To a fragile, endangered mind.
#MentalHealth
489 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Mar 2019 9:44pm
30th Mar 2019 9:44pm
Perdition
A collection of impurities
Remorse for actions long ago
The curse of curare dreams
Maniacal, deeply insane
Faces dimmed by memory
Still heard now within my soul
The voices that would have me damned
Perdition for a feast of sins
Will I die before I wake
And perish by the coming day?
Flames will travel up my legs
And madness may be here to stay.
Remorse for actions long ago
The curse of curare dreams
Maniacal, deeply insane
Faces dimmed by memory
Still heard now within my soul
The voices that would have me damned
Perdition for a feast of sins
Will I die before I wake
And perish by the coming day?
Flames will travel up my legs
And madness may be here to stay.
#regret
#morality
684 reads
13 Comments
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