Submissions by dimba8228
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2021 3:40am
1st Nov 2021 3:40am
Hello stranger
Hello stranger,
It’s been so long. I can barely remember the sound of your voice. The memories with you are just out of my reach like one attempting to hold on to smoke. But I so desperately want to remember.
The memories are all I have left.
Hello stranger,
i see you from across the room.
We pretend we don’t know each other. I can feel
your voice echoing throughout the empty chambers of my heart.
Did it always sound that way?
We pretend we never saw each other’s soul as one would look into a mirror at a reflection....
It’s been so long. I can barely remember the sound of your voice. The memories with you are just out of my reach like one attempting to hold on to smoke. But I so desperately want to remember.
The memories are all I have left.
Hello stranger,
i see you from across the room.
We pretend we don’t know each other. I can feel
your voice echoing throughout the empty chambers of my heart.
Did it always sound that way?
We pretend we never saw each other’s soul as one would look into a mirror at a reflection....
#sadness
#regret
#UnrequitedLove
#MovingOn
#IMissYou
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jul 2016 3:57pm
30th Jul 2016 3:57pm
What is it about you?
What is it about you that always makes me to write.
I pick up the pen and can feel the scratching sound beneath my fingers as the pen glides over the smooth blank page.
You take me to that place that's so hard to find.
The place I need to reach before I can write something worth writing about.
What is it about you that makes it so hard to let you go?
Your hazel eyes speak to me as they reflect gold in the sunlight like the crisp leaves falling around me in the Fall.
What is it about you that still has a hold on my heart
I can feel it fluttering wildly...
I pick up the pen and can feel the scratching sound beneath my fingers as the pen glides over the smooth blank page.
You take me to that place that's so hard to find.
The place I need to reach before I can write something worth writing about.
What is it about you that makes it so hard to let you go?
Your hazel eyes speak to me as they reflect gold in the sunlight like the crisp leaves falling around me in the Fall.
What is it about you that still has a hold on my heart
I can feel it fluttering wildly...
722 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 7:18am
3rd Jul 2012 7:18am
seasons
Staring out my window
I cannot help but notice the golden leaves gently falling.
s l o w ly and ever so softly
falling from the arms of the great, sagacious tree.
Indicating the arrival of a new season
and the fading of another.
the wondrous cycle of life..
where the leaf was once green, vibrant with passion. It was alive.
And now, it is but a faded residue of life that once was.
Are we just pawns in a game of a chess?
Just awaiting our demise?
like the dead leaves absorbing the wisdom of the wind as they flutter across the land,
It is only...
I cannot help but notice the golden leaves gently falling.
s l o w ly and ever so softly
falling from the arms of the great, sagacious tree.
Indicating the arrival of a new season
and the fading of another.
the wondrous cycle of life..
where the leaf was once green, vibrant with passion. It was alive.
And now, it is but a faded residue of life that once was.
Are we just pawns in a game of a chess?
Just awaiting our demise?
like the dead leaves absorbing the wisdom of the wind as they flutter across the land,
It is only...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2010 9:14pm
14th Dec 2010 9:14pm
home.
Is home a place where the heart dwells?
A place where memories linger
and cannot be demolished by time?
Or is home that place that dwells in the heart?
Where the past is the present
and the emotions of the days are permanent and never fade away.
Home.
that place where memories are clearer than the minute that just passed.
where moving forward is an issue.
and putting a foot in the past isnt.
for the whole body is taken aback.
as the sidewalk ends,
keep one foot in the abyss.
keep an eye on reality.
for the past is gone
even though...
A place where memories linger
and cannot be demolished by time?
Or is home that place that dwells in the heart?
Where the past is the present
and the emotions of the days are permanent and never fade away.
Home.
that place where memories are clearer than the minute that just passed.
where moving forward is an issue.
and putting a foot in the past isnt.
for the whole body is taken aback.
as the sidewalk ends,
keep one foot in the abyss.
keep an eye on reality.
for the past is gone
even though...
909 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2010 9:11pm
14th Dec 2010 9:11pm
ENDLESS flapping ~
The butterflies are flapping their wings endlessly in her stomach, as they desperately try to escape.
The girl can no longer keep the red from taking over her face.
She smiles, because the feeling is too much for her to handle.
The butterflies won't stop,
They continue their flapping..
Only because the boy is still holding her cold hands in his.
She tries to hide it,
But her goosebumps give her away.
The look in her wide eyes gives her away.
At one point, the butterflies realize that they cannot escape
And so they begin to slow down
And...
The girl can no longer keep the red from taking over her face.
She smiles, because the feeling is too much for her to handle.
The butterflies won't stop,
They continue their flapping..
Only because the boy is still holding her cold hands in his.
She tries to hide it,
But her goosebumps give her away.
The look in her wide eyes gives her away.
At one point, the butterflies realize that they cannot escape
And so they begin to slow down
And...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Dec 2010 00:04am
12th Dec 2010 00:04am
Today
Today was a dream
Like non I’ve ever seen.
It was about 12 in the afternoon,
While I walked in my hand was a spoon
And the other a cup of vanilla ice.
Across was a figure walking with life
Every step before her, was dead and unseen,
But every step behind, was colored with green.
On the floor and red on top of the stems
Up bright from the sun with sparks in descend.
The sky seemed low and blue,
And the birds chirped, sung, and flew.
On top of it all, a rainbow
Stood very tall colors in rows.
Right in the middle of all...
Like non I’ve ever seen.
It was about 12 in the afternoon,
While I walked in my hand was a spoon
And the other a cup of vanilla ice.
Across was a figure walking with life
Every step before her, was dead and unseen,
But every step behind, was colored with green.
On the floor and red on top of the stems
Up bright from the sun with sparks in descend.
The sky seemed low and blue,
And the birds chirped, sung, and flew.
On top of it all, a rainbow
Stood very tall colors in rows.
Right in the middle of all...
942 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
19th Aug 2010 1:33am
19th Aug 2010 1:33am
Reflections
A girl looks down at a puddle and sees reflections smiling back at her.
Not one, but two.
She recognizes one.
The dark, soft curls. The dimpled smile. That look of hope etched in her wide hazel eyes. It was all too familiar.
The other, was a blur.
and just like that, both vanished as drops of rain began tumbling down, erasing the reflections from the waters once placid complexion.
The girl stood in the rain gazing into the broken reflections.
She allowed the water to pour over her.
Until her beautiful curls surrendered to the heaviness, until her smile...
Not one, but two.
She recognizes one.
The dark, soft curls. The dimpled smile. That look of hope etched in her wide hazel eyes. It was all too familiar.
The other, was a blur.
and just like that, both vanished as drops of rain began tumbling down, erasing the reflections from the waters once placid complexion.
The girl stood in the rain gazing into the broken reflections.
She allowed the water to pour over her.
Until her beautiful curls surrendered to the heaviness, until her smile...
1035 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jul 2010 4:34am
7th Jul 2010 4:34am
BreathLESS.
Wait. Will you let me catch my breath?
For I can no longer run , I can no longer feel my beating heart.
HeartLESS.
I am mindLESS.
Am I soulLESS?
For I cannot telll
Your words, these lines can send me off to an unknown place all on their own.
To a place of peace in a time of war. To a place where the endlessness has reached its end.
For the heart is the house built of paper,
The house built of cards.
For one gust of wind can tear it down, one spark is all it takes to set its passions into flames.
Love does exist, but I don't show it. ...
For I can no longer run , I can no longer feel my beating heart.
HeartLESS.
I am mindLESS.
Am I soulLESS?
For I cannot telll
Your words, these lines can send me off to an unknown place all on their own.
To a place of peace in a time of war. To a place where the endlessness has reached its end.
For the heart is the house built of paper,
The house built of cards.
For one gust of wind can tear it down, one spark is all it takes to set its passions into flames.
Love does exist, but I don't show it. ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jul 2010 4:32am
7th Jul 2010 4:32am
BROKEN ROAD~
The journey home may be tough.
The road won't always be smooth, it might at times be rough.
So hold on to your hat.
Although the wind cannot blow away these thoughts, for in the mind they permanently sat.
The road may be broken
And the love may seem lost and stolen.
But it will always be here.
Your almost there, don't shed that tear.
for the journey is long.
And don't you worry the direction your walking isn't wrong.
For the stars above will guide you.
And to your heart the path will stay true.
So if you ever lose your way. ...
The road won't always be smooth, it might at times be rough.
So hold on to your hat.
Although the wind cannot blow away these thoughts, for in the mind they permanently sat.
The road may be broken
And the love may seem lost and stolen.
But it will always be here.
Your almost there, don't shed that tear.
for the journey is long.
And don't you worry the direction your walking isn't wrong.
For the stars above will guide you.
And to your heart the path will stay true.
So if you ever lose your way. ...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Apr 2010 3:44am
28th Apr 2010 3:44am
The Placid Lake.
The lake.
The calmness of the water.
Its stillness falls upon the heart of the r e s t l e s s girl.
the restless s o u l.
Those empty spaces,
That unnquenchable void
are suspended in the cold waters, as she notices her
b r o k e n reflection staring back at her.
The emptiness seems endless as the tranquility of the lake is everlasting.
The silence, the calm of the empty spaces are suddenly disrupted as the boy
across the lake throws pebbles in the water.
The once placid lake is bombarded with ripples that echo endlessly throughout the clearness....
The calmness of the water.
Its stillness falls upon the heart of the r e s t l e s s girl.
the restless s o u l.
Those empty spaces,
That unnquenchable void
are suspended in the cold waters, as she notices her
b r o k e n reflection staring back at her.
The emptiness seems endless as the tranquility of the lake is everlasting.
The silence, the calm of the empty spaces are suddenly disrupted as the boy
across the lake throws pebbles in the water.
The once placid lake is bombarded with ripples that echo endlessly throughout the clearness....
914 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2010 4:52am
11th Apr 2010 4:52am
Set sail.
The time has finally arrived for her to set sail.
To leave that island that had imprisoned her in false hope.
That beautiful, captivating
yet decieving island.
She had been stranded in the sea of fallen hope for some time now.
Her heart, not strong enought to let go.
It had an unspeakable connection with the island.
Her heart sang the same song as the wind.
But the wind never shared its wings with her.
He acted like he would, but never did.
His unspoken promises, never carried out.
She lookes back
sad to leave its beauty, sad to leave its...
To leave that island that had imprisoned her in false hope.
That beautiful, captivating
yet decieving island.
She had been stranded in the sea of fallen hope for some time now.
Her heart, not strong enought to let go.
It had an unspeakable connection with the island.
Her heart sang the same song as the wind.
But the wind never shared its wings with her.
He acted like he would, but never did.
His unspoken promises, never carried out.
She lookes back
sad to leave its beauty, sad to leave its...
1073 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2010 2:36am
10th Apr 2010 2:36am
Music of the Night,
The clouds on their journey
have left their f o o t p r i n t s
embedded in the stillness above.
They gracefully glide past the sun whose
ostentatious smile slowly begins to fade.
F a d e.
As jealousy of the moon forces its lips shut.
Beautiful, compelling.
the moon captivates the open minds.
The vulnerable hearts.
The mystery enveloped in its beauty calls forth the impending stars.
Stars, in awe, twinkle in contrast to the swallowing darkness of the sky.
The moon leaves behind its dwindling reflectionon the ocean,
as it lures the soul of...
have left their f o o t p r i n t s
embedded in the stillness above.
They gracefully glide past the sun whose
ostentatious smile slowly begins to fade.
F a d e.
As jealousy of the moon forces its lips shut.
Beautiful, compelling.
the moon captivates the open minds.
The vulnerable hearts.
The mystery enveloped in its beauty calls forth the impending stars.
Stars, in awe, twinkle in contrast to the swallowing darkness of the sky.
The moon leaves behind its dwindling reflectionon the ocean,
as it lures the soul of...
984 reads
1 Comment
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