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I've been a journalist and (unpublished) novelist, but writing poetry is a relatively new experience .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
13th Mar 2019 9:01pm
13th Mar 2019 9:01pm
Spectral
An echo sounding down the hall
I listen, and hear the call
Her sweet tones lull, reverberate
So gently when the hour grows late
Her spectral fingers drift my hair
A comfort from the fear and care
Yet she died by her own hand
A departure fully planned
But it seems she was not damned
Cast in Hell at God's demand
Her love survives, or so I pray
And she, my sister, may well stay.
I listen, and hear the call
Her sweet tones lull, reverberate
So gently when the hour grows late
Her spectral fingers drift my hair
A comfort from the fear and care
Yet she died by her own hand
A departure fully planned
But it seems she was not damned
Cast in Hell at God's demand
Her love survives, or so I pray
And she, my sister, may well stay.
#family
#suicide
#ghosts
498 reads
20 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Mar 2019 11:32pm
12th Mar 2019 11:32pm
Nighted
He is assuredly no warrior
Merely a knight dreading the day
The darkness his companion
His true comfort when it falls
He walks through unhallowed halls
Feeling his elders' curse
A whisper in the family code
A message he may never hear
He still drags a rusted sword
Armor splintered on the way
The darkness chooses to remain
A fragmented knight is here to stay.
Merely a knight dreading the day
The darkness his companion
His true comfort when it falls
He walks through unhallowed halls
Feeling his elders' curse
A whisper in the family code
A message he may never hear
He still drags a rusted sword
Armor splintered on the way
The darkness chooses to remain
A fragmented knight is here to stay.
#hope
#dark
#aging
494 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Mar 2019 8:49pm
11th Mar 2019 8:49pm
Throb
A pulse resounding through the walls
Wretched vocals, drums of blight
Some language from worlds unknown
But words suggesting pure spite
The locution slowly clarifies
Backed by heavy metal spiked with rap
Through the wall an incoherence
A potent blend now fit to scrap
He believes quiet to be precious
Though not comprised of gold
So anything to halt the throb
Before his jet black wings unfold.
Wretched vocals, drums of blight
Some language from worlds unknown
But words suggesting pure spite
The locution slowly clarifies
Backed by heavy metal spiked with rap
Through the wall an incoherence
A potent blend now fit to scrap
He believes quiet to be precious
Though not comprised of gold
So anything to halt the throb
Before his jet black wings unfold.
#LifeStruggles
656 reads
15 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2019 7:55pm
10th Mar 2019 7:55pm
Mystique
She wears the night, a mystery
A beauty clad solely in black
No one knows her history
Or the likelihood she will attack
He meets her in a downtown bar
Takes her to his motel room
Pours wine from the private bar
Naïve of his impending doom
She sinks her incisors in his throat
Swallows deeply, drains him dry
She steps back, begins to gloat
Relishing her preferred high
She then revels in the dark
His body shriveled on the floor
She whispers that it was a lark
Then steps back in the night...
A beauty clad solely in black
No one knows her history
Or the likelihood she will attack
He meets her in a downtown bar
Takes her to his motel room
Pours wine from the private bar
Naïve of his impending doom
She sinks her incisors in his throat
Swallows deeply, drains him dry
She steps back, begins to gloat
Relishing her preferred high
She then revels in the dark
His body shriveled on the floor
She whispers that it was a lark
Then steps back in the night...
#funny
#vampires
729 reads
17 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2019 6:49pm
9th Mar 2019 6:49pm
Comet
He wears a mask of outward calm
A cool composure, undisturbed
He walks with a sure and measured gait
Steady on a nightmare avenue
He attempts to cadge some change
But meets only gazes, disinclined
To acknowledge his presence
To look him fully in the eye
He still moves on with dignity
Watching the sky and distant stars
A comet streaks against the dark
A counterpoint to passing cars.
A cool composure, undisturbed
He walks with a sure and measured gait
Steady on a nightmare avenue
He attempts to cadge some change
But meets only gazes, disinclined
To acknowledge his presence
To look him fully in the eye
He still moves on with dignity
Watching the sky and distant stars
A comet streaks against the dark
A counterpoint to passing cars.
#homelessness
680 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Mar 2019 11:14pm
6th Mar 2019 11:14pm
The Vibrant Dreams
A refined version of the real
Benign, replete with better days
These dreams offer sure comfort
To a conflicted, troubled mind
An entire family still alive
Thriving at the childhood home
A father not inclined to drink
And arrive home in despotic rage
Lovers no longer voyaged far
Still lingering, and warm inside
Do they recall the bygone nights
And absence of abject sorrow?
Far better the deepest sleep
Than what this day is apt to bring
But dreams fade, and dissipate
When I discern the morning's sting.
Benign, replete with better days
These dreams offer sure comfort
To a conflicted, troubled mind
An entire family still alive
Thriving at the childhood home
A father not inclined to drink
And arrive home in despotic rage
Lovers no longer voyaged far
Still lingering, and warm inside
Do they recall the bygone nights
And absence of abject sorrow?
Far better the deepest sleep
Than what this day is apt to bring
But dreams fade, and dissipate
When I discern the morning's sting.
#depression
#dreams
635 reads
19 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2019 8:03pm
5th Mar 2019 8:03pm
Harpies
Harpies circle overhead
Their cries an affront to these ears
Reducing me to abject shame
For countless transgressions in the past
Where I go, they follow me
Furnishing the darkest memories
All the drink and drug abuse
The aged whores from younger days
They remind me of countless lies
Deviations from the truth
Fabrications on the page
Madness in poetic form
They continue with their plague
But no longer have me on the run
I sit here waiting in the dark
Cradling a loaded gun.
Their cries an affront to these ears
Reducing me to abject shame
For countless transgressions in the past
Where I go, they follow me
Furnishing the darkest memories
All the drink and drug abuse
The aged whores from younger days
They remind me of countless lies
Deviations from the truth
Fabrications on the page
Madness in poetic form
They continue with their plague
But no longer have me on the run
I sit here waiting in the dark
Cradling a loaded gun.
#dark
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
589 reads
20 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2019 9:26pm
3rd Mar 2019 9:26pm
Roles
She just can't seem to understand
The true nature of the game
I will not bow to some demand
Or make pretense of shame
I am inclined to dominate
Not grovel at her feet
I have appetites to sate
And will make my night complete
She acquiesces to my need
Slides me between her lips
Takes every drop of my hot seed
In both mouth and fingertips
Now she finally comprehends
The regulations of control
How to achieve my chosen ends
How to play her role.
The true nature of the game
I will not bow to some demand
Or make pretense of shame
I am inclined to dominate
Not grovel at her feet
I have appetites to sate
And will make my night complete
She acquiesces to my need
Slides me between her lips
Takes every drop of my hot seed
In both mouth and fingertips
Now she finally comprehends
The regulations of control
How to achieve my chosen ends
How to play her role.
#BDSM
882 reads
18 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2019 10:12pm
2nd Mar 2019 10:12pm
Forevermore
Lenore passed so long ago
When I heard with her dying breath
A whisper that our love would grow
Flourish over cruel, early death
I waited for her blessed return
Alone throughout the years
A raven on my Grecian urn
Encouraged naught but fears
He uttered simply "Nevermore"
And he seemed here to stay
I still mourned my lost Lenore
As twilight dimmed the day
I heard her voice at high midnight
A murmur from skies above
Forevermore a hint of light
Forevermore my love.
When I heard with her dying breath
A whisper that our love would grow
Flourish over cruel, early death
I waited for her blessed return
Alone throughout the years
A raven on my Grecian urn
Encouraged naught but fears
He uttered simply "Nevermore"
And he seemed here to stay
I still mourned my lost Lenore
As twilight dimmed the day
I heard her voice at high midnight
A murmur from skies above
Forevermore a hint of light
Forevermore my love.
#loneliness
#ghosts
#EdgarAllanPoe
789 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2019 7:52pm
1st Mar 2019 7:52pm
Under the Influence
Clouded by prescription drugs
A pill for every occasion
But too many untoward side effects
Conspire to trap, and induce sleep
But there lies delight and vivid dreams
Intense beyond imagining
Subconscious realms are magnified
And I become the ruling king
Faces are sharply defined
Voices steeped with eloquence
And then, much to my pleasure,
They seldom turn to grotesquerie
Confused when I stir, awaken
A lack of magic in the air
I miss the many dormant thrills
Between walls of a darkened room
...
A pill for every occasion
But too many untoward side effects
Conspire to trap, and induce sleep
But there lies delight and vivid dreams
Intense beyond imagining
Subconscious realms are magnified
And I become the ruling king
Faces are sharply defined
Voices steeped with eloquence
And then, much to my pleasure,
They seldom turn to grotesquerie
Confused when I stir, awaken
A lack of magic in the air
I miss the many dormant thrills
Between walls of a darkened room
...
#dreams
#drugs
#myself
562 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Feb 2019 6:56pm
28th Feb 2019 6:56pm
Cloudburst
The clouds looming overhead
Looking like a chance of rain
Precipitation hits the street
Peace of mind down the storm drain
But I ignore this, try to write
And not touch the red delete
Few reads and no comments
But I cannot admit defeat
I try to avoid the pointless rhymes
A rhythm that just goes nowhere
I attempt to let it flow
And do it with a bit of flair
But the rigors of my chosen style
Seem to lock me in their grip
It appears the closing of a trap
As I feel my reason slip.
Looking like a chance of rain
Precipitation hits the street
Peace of mind down the storm drain
But I ignore this, try to write
And not touch the red delete
Few reads and no comments
But I cannot admit defeat
I try to avoid the pointless rhymes
A rhythm that just goes nowhere
I attempt to let it flow
And do it with a bit of flair
But the rigors of my chosen style
Seem to lock me in their grip
It appears the closing of a trap
As I feel my reason slip.
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
803 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Feb 2019 10:09pm
25th Feb 2019 10:09pm
Roll of the Dice
A roll of the dice
My chances are slim
And this luck is looking frail
I still try to pick her up
And somehow I succeed
This tawdry room
Just not her style
But it seems adequate
She observes my disability
And seems to understand
We make love
A bit hurried
But she now seems
More than satisfied
So I reconsider luck
And will roll the dice once more.
My chances are slim
And this luck is looking frail
I still try to pick her up
And somehow I succeed
This tawdry room
Just not her style
But it seems adequate
She observes my disability
And seems to understand
We make love
A bit hurried
But she now seems
More than satisfied
So I reconsider luck
And will roll the dice once more.
#disability
507 reads
7 Comments
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