Submissions by darlinscript
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2011 4:02pm
22nd Sep 2011 4:02pm
her name is TIME...
She's allover the earth, I smell her in the air. She chimes accross my ears like the weaver birds of so many years who clauster the bank of an ancient river's tears... She is a lioness that waits upon her cubs by the hearth, amidst winter's cold and dearth... She is the true meaning of day and night... She's a mansion of so many accomodations yet un-mentioned... She has put life itself in detention, for All will pause should her pulse rust. Her name is TIME.
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Sep 2011 9:07am
10th Sep 2011 9:07am
Poem for kids.
Once upon a time there lived a boy, named Bryan who lived near a mine, but had no dime. One day, in a rumpled jungle, he picked a strange stone, in the company of his crippled uncle. 'Hurray! ' He exclaimed, 'I have a stone of my own. Alas, it happened, like unto Cane and Abel, the mind to carry the sting of the Devil, crept in, like a seed of Jealosy which cued, grew, and accrued, like leprosy. 'let me...
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Sep 2011 9:13pm
6th Sep 2011 9:13pm
I'm black and bad.
I'm who I am, but some
peolpe call me black- not
just black, but dirty and
dark.
I do what others do, I
swim in gutters for food,
but when i do, they take
me for a fool. They know
me by dirty rags, they only
see me by negative tags,
they say i'm black, and
bad.
But one thing do I know.
On and on must I go
Less I fall prey to hunger’s
flow
Less I be as though taken
aback
with “I am black and bad”
Yes! It is my skin
But certainly not an ill, is
it?
So, why me and my kin?
Why isolate us still
When we...
peolpe call me black- not
just black, but dirty and
dark.
I do what others do, I
swim in gutters for food,
but when i do, they take
me for a fool. They know
me by dirty rags, they only
see me by negative tags,
they say i'm black, and
bad.
But one thing do I know.
On and on must I go
Less I fall prey to hunger’s
flow
Less I be as though taken
aback
with “I am black and bad”
Yes! It is my skin
But certainly not an ill, is
it?
So, why me and my kin?
Why isolate us still
When we...
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STORY POEM
Published
6th Sep 2011 10:07am
6th Sep 2011 10:07am
the journey.
I was early to the station, but I met a crowd of passengers, all lined up for what I wanted; they wouldn't lend me kindness. Amidst the long cue, I screwed my self, and like a shrew's fragrance, I accrued till i was stock, face to face with ma travel ticket, yet my hands were so short to grasp it. Let me pass! Let me pass! But it fell on deaf ears... They want what I want. Just then, I held up my feet. Firmly I kicked, and my fist pooled and the dust cooled. Your ticket? Yes! I answered. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2011 8:07pm
3rd Sep 2011 8:07pm
I'm living, I'm leading.
Life is a journey through destiny. It lasts as long as a 'martiny' It's a journey of fire and brime stone; It stays as morning dawns through the day and unto the night. A man's birth is his morning, and death is his own night when morning calls, you protrude your arms and your legs. When night falls, you rest your arm and your head. It takes all your day's work to make either a good or bad day. But I'm not sure how lucky you'll be with fortune along the way. ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2011 7:35pm
3rd Sep 2011 7:35pm
a morning song to a mourning son.
It's a road we must all ply. A mortal can neither fight Time, nor fly without wings into the sky, for no man can upon the winds, rely. Even though we cry for the loss, the spilt milk is o're and gone beyond and beneath the crust. All we can do is watch, pray, and wait for our own burdens to lose weight and the time to leave this place. Cheers my dear, no tears my dear; God is all ears to your fears. He'll never let...
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