Submissions by drunkenplaywords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have no art. I do everything as well as I can.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2015 2:00pm
22nd Jun 2015 2:00pm
Dad
He insisted on buying me a new table
For the kitchen
And then wanted to help me build it
I thought I was more spritely than he,
But he put together 3 chairs
To my one
I bought him a CD of the music of Dean Martin
And two dozen eggs.
He said, “eggcellent”.
Happy Fathers Day old man.
For the kitchen
And then wanted to help me build it
I thought I was more spritely than he,
But he put together 3 chairs
To my one
I bought him a CD of the music of Dean Martin
And two dozen eggs.
He said, “eggcellent”.
Happy Fathers Day old man.
713 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jun 2015 1:48pm
19th Jun 2015 1:48pm
Afraid
She has one foot in the bed
And one out the door
She cares deeply for me
But not enough to stay
I want to settle the matter and kick her out
And I will regret the consequences
Of being alone
So I hang on to her affections
And casual romances
Until the day has come
That she has reminded me so often
That she cannot stay anymore
(Thanks VP)
And one out the door
She cares deeply for me
But not enough to stay
I want to settle the matter and kick her out
And I will regret the consequences
Of being alone
So I hang on to her affections
And casual romances
Until the day has come
That she has reminded me so often
That she cannot stay anymore
(Thanks VP)
812 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2015 8:19pm
17th Jun 2015 8:19pm
Three-Point Perspective
There...no longer in shadows
Between the long roots of the big oak
And the low fingers of the branches
He swirls with the winds
Feeling the song of the earth in his heart
From head to toe
Lying...in the distance
She receives his vibrant
And valiant resonance
That seemed stars apart
Until the natural inclination of magnetization took force
Of their hands to connect
Fingerprint by fingerprint
Where nothing separated them with the exception of the slight air that flowed between.
They kissed. They shared. They moved in...
Between the long roots of the big oak
And the low fingers of the branches
He swirls with the winds
Feeling the song of the earth in his heart
From head to toe
Lying...in the distance
She receives his vibrant
And valiant resonance
That seemed stars apart
Until the natural inclination of magnetization took force
Of their hands to connect
Fingerprint by fingerprint
Where nothing separated them with the exception of the slight air that flowed between.
They kissed. They shared. They moved in...
854 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2015 2:43pm
12th Jun 2015 2:43pm
When the Summer Wind Blows and Flowers Bloom, You Are On My Mind
Maybe we were too much alike.
That we could never agree on getting along
I wanted you to listen
but you never would
You wanted me to understand
But I never listened.
We both wanted the same things
You wanted things to happen your way
I wanted things to happen my way
Which were the same thing as yours
But do it my way
Then we can do it your way
But yours first.
Both artists carving out our world
Painting self portraits
Like Kahlo and Homer
Arguing which is more real.
We didn’t leave because we didn’t care
We left each...
That we could never agree on getting along
I wanted you to listen
but you never would
You wanted me to understand
But I never listened.
We both wanted the same things
You wanted things to happen your way
I wanted things to happen my way
Which were the same thing as yours
But do it my way
Then we can do it your way
But yours first.
Both artists carving out our world
Painting self portraits
Like Kahlo and Homer
Arguing which is more real.
We didn’t leave because we didn’t care
We left each...
699 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2015 12:48pm
7th Jun 2015 12:48pm
Dark Kisses
In the night we turn out the light with nothing visible in sight
And we kiss with our breath and lips and toes and fingertips
In the still early embrace
With my eyes closed
And thoughts have yet to be obliterated by fleshy pleasures
My mind prepares its interpretive dance of lights
As I kiss...
a bloody demon on the lips
my mother who is always missed
my last girlfriend with anger and heat
a porno star i would never meet
distorted faces i am not sure
my first love innocent and pure
my best friends wife whom I adore ...
And we kiss with our breath and lips and toes and fingertips
In the still early embrace
With my eyes closed
And thoughts have yet to be obliterated by fleshy pleasures
My mind prepares its interpretive dance of lights
As I kiss...
a bloody demon on the lips
my mother who is always missed
my last girlfriend with anger and heat
a porno star i would never meet
distorted faces i am not sure
my first love innocent and pure
my best friends wife whom I adore ...
780 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2015 4:43am
31st May 2015 4:43am
The Silver Lady
The reflective orb
Does not absorb
But shines a light from the sun
The watery moon
Dies too soon
But not with a knife or gun
She watches over
The four-leafed clover
Swaying the tides at sea
But only men
Visit when
Their focus is on a dream
It's underneath
Conscious streams
That reveal her true powers
Listen to her
As emotions stir
And monsters turn into flowers
Have restraint
She will paint
A vivid world you create
It's from above
Descend with love
Where two forms...
Does not absorb
But shines a light from the sun
The watery moon
Dies too soon
But not with a knife or gun
She watches over
The four-leafed clover
Swaying the tides at sea
But only men
Visit when
Their focus is on a dream
It's underneath
Conscious streams
That reveal her true powers
Listen to her
As emotions stir
And monsters turn into flowers
Have restraint
She will paint
A vivid world you create
It's from above
Descend with love
Where two forms...
719 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2015 9:27pm
26th May 2015 9:27pm
Daily Enlightenment
I dug into the grounds about eight times
The struggle was built from sweat
Tears and fears
Physical and mental anguish of those
Liquid reflections of the night
To the dawn of what felt like mankind
Keeping focused on my goal
Succeeding at every inch
The elevation gave me a swirling buzz
At times I doubted myself and life
But I persevered
Eight times seemed enough.
It was exhausting and exhilarating.
Before I set my work into action.
It gets heated before my eyes in anticipation.
As I watched every single drop of water
Seemingly...
The struggle was built from sweat
Tears and fears
Physical and mental anguish of those
Liquid reflections of the night
To the dawn of what felt like mankind
Keeping focused on my goal
Succeeding at every inch
The elevation gave me a swirling buzz
At times I doubted myself and life
But I persevered
Eight times seemed enough.
It was exhausting and exhilarating.
Before I set my work into action.
It gets heated before my eyes in anticipation.
As I watched every single drop of water
Seemingly...
895 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st May 2015 3:00pm
21st May 2015 3:00pm
Two-Point Perspective
He feels the impulses of nature in his dance
She sees his grace in his steps
He observes her observation of his momentary union
He sees her distance from where he stands
Her eyes lines up to meet his eyes
She reaches towards him
He senses her touch and draws her closer
She allows him to embrace her
He kisses her as passionately as the rain pours while his hands run through her rich black hair
She breathes heavy enough to cloud the sounds of palpitation
His distance from her disintegrates.
He has grown older and weaker
She has cared for him...
She sees his grace in his steps
He observes her observation of his momentary union
He sees her distance from where he stands
Her eyes lines up to meet his eyes
She reaches towards him
He senses her touch and draws her closer
She allows him to embrace her
He kisses her as passionately as the rain pours while his hands run through her rich black hair
She breathes heavy enough to cloud the sounds of palpitation
His distance from her disintegrates.
He has grown older and weaker
She has cared for him...
910 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th May 2015 7:03pm
18th May 2015 7:03pm
One-Point Perspective
I saw him dancing among the trees
I reached towards his hand with the length of my arm
I caressed his fingertips
I felt the pull of masculine build
I drew into his orbit.
I felt his gravity upon my light body
I laid him down and rested his head on my lap
I took an apple from the tree and fed it to his hungry lips.
I grow old.
I saw his skin prune as my own
I grabbed an apple from the tree beside me
I fed it to him
I saw even natures nourishment could not save him
I felt his spirit leave him.
I buried him.
I let him go.
I...
I reached towards his hand with the length of my arm
I caressed his fingertips
I felt the pull of masculine build
I drew into his orbit.
I felt his gravity upon my light body
I laid him down and rested his head on my lap
I took an apple from the tree and fed it to his hungry lips.
I grow old.
I saw his skin prune as my own
I grabbed an apple from the tree beside me
I fed it to him
I saw even natures nourishment could not save him
I felt his spirit leave him.
I buried him.
I let him go.
I...
668 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th May 2015 11:19am
15th May 2015 11:19am
Secrets of Aquarius Rising
I felt helpless
Paralyzed
Stuck without knowing what to do
There was no way of controlling it
I am used to having some emotional control,
but this time...I couldn’t -
And didn’t want to.
My mind tried to think but it ran out of thoughts.
There was nothing left to do when
A wave of tingling pleasure rolled over me
That was both frightening and welcoming
I was being held by the softest light as
I rode the lightning
indulged the nectars of space and time
its depths and darkness
Weightlessness and spinning clocks.
In my psychedelic...
Paralyzed
Stuck without knowing what to do
There was no way of controlling it
I am used to having some emotional control,
but this time...I couldn’t -
And didn’t want to.
My mind tried to think but it ran out of thoughts.
There was nothing left to do when
A wave of tingling pleasure rolled over me
That was both frightening and welcoming
I was being held by the softest light as
I rode the lightning
indulged the nectars of space and time
its depths and darkness
Weightlessness and spinning clocks.
In my psychedelic...
1023 reads
12 Comments
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