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I've been a journalist and (unpublished) novelist, but writing poetry is a relatively new experience .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
9th Feb 2019 11:54pm
9th Feb 2019 11:54pm
Single Room Occupancy
I am one who lives alone
Down an apartment hall
Only just one room
But it does somehow suffice
I am entertained
By visions from the past
The varied women in my life
Those who have come and gone
But the memories do stay
Of delights they did supply
The warmth of company
And their tendency to nag
The neighbors are psycho
And prone to violence
But I maintain my peace
And don't pack a hidden knife
I try that old cliché
And say that "life goes on"
It somehow seems to work
If I...
Down an apartment hall
Only just one room
But it does somehow suffice
I am entertained
By visions from the past
The varied women in my life
Those who have come and gone
But the memories do stay
Of delights they did supply
The warmth of company
And their tendency to nag
The neighbors are psycho
And prone to violence
But I maintain my peace
And don't pack a hidden knife
I try that old cliché
And say that "life goes on"
It somehow seems to work
If I...
#funny
#SelfReflection
514 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Feb 2019 11:46pm
8th Feb 2019 11:46pm
Darkness Calls
I listen when darkness calls
An acolyte to shadows
They arrive to collect me
As I slip into deep sleep
My dreams vary in content
The nightmares and benign
Yet madness spurs the grotesque
Distortions of a placid day
My face in a funhouse mirror
Aged, replete with care
Twisting all the memories
And I cannot help but stare.
An acolyte to shadows
They arrive to collect me
As I slip into deep sleep
My dreams vary in content
The nightmares and benign
Yet madness spurs the grotesque
Distortions of a placid day
My face in a funhouse mirror
Aged, replete with care
Twisting all the memories
And I cannot help but stare.
#memories
#aging
#SelfReflection #nightmares
#SelfReflection #nightmares
572 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2019 9:11pm
6th Feb 2019 9:11pm
Remnant
She attempts to give me some solace
Far more than a memory
She knocks on my splintered door
And I open to deep darkness
But I feel her drifting by
Silent in her progress
There's the soft brush of her skirt
A comfort with the fall of night
She is a mercy from the cold
Far from a source of fear
I still recall the time well spent
Strolling the midnight shore
But she is no longer blessed with life
Yet reminds of younger days
She still grants me her gentle touch
And I can only pray she stays.
Far more than a memory
She knocks on my splintered door
And I open to deep darkness
But I feel her drifting by
Silent in her progress
There's the soft brush of her skirt
A comfort with the fall of night
She is a mercy from the cold
Far from a source of fear
I still recall the time well spent
Strolling the midnight shore
But she is no longer blessed with life
Yet reminds of younger days
She still grants me her gentle touch
And I can only pray she stays.
#ghosts
532 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Feb 2019 9:17pm
5th Feb 2019 9:17pm
A Cold Day In Paradise
#erotic
#myself
647 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2019 8:13pm
2nd Feb 2019 8:13pm
Regrettably
No point in dwelling on regret
For misadventures long ago
It may be better to forget
Live in the now, and take it slow
But I still remember all the times
That I cancelled common sense
Indulged in some blatant crimes
For which I now have scant defense
But I was, it seems, fully insane
Now I'm still not sure what may be real
And my soul carries a lasting stain
My own regret, or Satan's seal.
For misadventures long ago
It may be better to forget
Live in the now, and take it slow
But I still remember all the times
That I cancelled common sense
Indulged in some blatant crimes
For which I now have scant defense
But I was, it seems, fully insane
Now I'm still not sure what may be real
And my soul carries a lasting stain
My own regret, or Satan's seal.
#regret
518 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Feb 2019 00:33am
1st Feb 2019 00:33am
Weather Report
The rain cascades, a deluge
Gushing down the street
The lightning strikes and does prevail
But the turbulence is sweet
We choose to remain inside
Whispering within twilight
Of time spent beneath clear skies
When everything seemed right
Still the weather has its way
And we listen to turmoil
Here we are, both warm and dry
But in bed begin to roil
We create our private storm
A tempest of only two
But she shines as I enter her
And darkened skies turn blue.
Gushing down the street
The lightning strikes and does prevail
But the turbulence is sweet
We choose to remain inside
Whispering within twilight
Of time spent beneath clear skies
When everything seemed right
Still the weather has its way
And we listen to turmoil
Here we are, both warm and dry
But in bed begin to roil
We create our private storm
A tempest of only two
But she shines as I enter her
And darkened skies turn blue.
#erotic
#storm
608 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2019 9:12pm
30th Jan 2019 9:12pm
Dreamscape
Afflicted with vivid dreams
Too real, or so it seems
Extrapolations on the day
The visions that decide to stay
One involves her walking out
Fed up with me, a foolish lout
Chances are she will be gone
With me feeling like the devil's spawn
Another invokes family
Scattered far across the sea
I miss them, each and every one
Communications? There are none
One more of gazing in the mirror
A reflection bringing on the fear
Of lines that prove advancing age
Eyes narrowed, and filled with rage
I...
Too real, or so it seems
Extrapolations on the day
The visions that decide to stay
One involves her walking out
Fed up with me, a foolish lout
Chances are she will be gone
With me feeling like the devil's spawn
Another invokes family
Scattered far across the sea
I miss them, each and every one
Communications? There are none
One more of gazing in the mirror
A reflection bringing on the fear
Of lines that prove advancing age
Eyes narrowed, and filled with rage
I...
#dreams
470 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Jan 2019 00:33am
30th Jan 2019 00:33am
Parade
A parade under sullen skies
Mimes and jesters in the flow
They glance up at the puppeteer
And swear that he is not their god
A madman pulling on the strings
Spewing fabrications, blatant lies
The parade slows to an angry halt
Convinced of his insanity
The psychotic insists on a wall
A barricade, far from humane
The tired and poor now at a loss
Uncertain status on their backs
But the wall will be fractured
Billions spent to no avail
Yet the puppeteer instills the fear
While mimes and jesters quickly...
Mimes and jesters in the flow
They glance up at the puppeteer
And swear that he is not their god
A madman pulling on the strings
Spewing fabrications, blatant lies
The parade slows to an angry halt
Convinced of his insanity
The psychotic insists on a wall
A barricade, far from humane
The tired and poor now at a loss
Uncertain status on their backs
But the wall will be fractured
Billions spent to no avail
Yet the puppeteer instills the fear
While mimes and jesters quickly...
#politics
#surreal
561 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jan 2019 10:52pm
25th Jan 2019 10:52pm
Clemency
Derangement questions do conspire
Uncertainty about housing
The fragile nature of income
And dread of a returned street life
But she's the one to comfort me
An angel here, right by my side
She tells me all will be resolved
Heaven, or Hell, will have to wait
She then strokes my graying hair
Departs with a gentle smile
I take some comfort in her words
And rest assured I have a while.
Uncertainty about housing
The fragile nature of income
And dread of a returned street life
But she's the one to comfort me
An angel here, right by my side
She tells me all will be resolved
Heaven, or Hell, will have to wait
She then strokes my graying hair
Departs with a gentle smile
I take some comfort in her words
And rest assured I have a while.
#angels
#MentalHealth
602 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2019 9:02pm
24th Jan 2019 9:02pm
Dreamer
He prefers the deepest sleep
Not the nightmares of reality
Just vivid dreams when darkness calls
Remembrance of his better days
He sees her, that sweet aura
Feels her gentle touch in times of need
He recalls that she would comfort him
But he stirs, and then awakes
So he feels the cold winds blow
And rises slowly to his knees
The street life is not for him
Huddled against the prolonged freeze.
Not the nightmares of reality
Just vivid dreams when darkness calls
Remembrance of his better days
He sees her, that sweet aura
Feels her gentle touch in times of need
He recalls that she would comfort him
But he stirs, and then awakes
So he feels the cold winds blow
And rises slowly to his knees
The street life is not for him
Huddled against the prolonged freeze.
#homelessness
508 reads
12 Comments
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