Submissions by g2bhapi26
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
expose your self to daylight, it will better help you sleep
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 5:22pm
16th Apr 2012 5:22pm
Wordless
What cynics are the world
That to express my feelings is cliche
To say I would die in the shadows
I would cry a river and drown in the flow
I would walk with bliss on the sun's rays and not burn
Love from the depths of my heart...
Is nothing I feel, nothing I say enough anymore?
How do I reach further into myself to find words not yet expressed?
That do not yet exist?
That to express my feelings is cliche
To say I would die in the shadows
I would cry a river and drown in the flow
I would walk with bliss on the sun's rays and not burn
Love from the depths of my heart...
Is nothing I feel, nothing I say enough anymore?
How do I reach further into myself to find words not yet expressed?
That do not yet exist?
556 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Mar 2012 9:31pm
29th Mar 2012 9:31pm
Rare Spring Vitality
This was for a competition.
Florida has two full seasons
Cold and Hot; Winter and Summer
but rare moments of cool spring
happen for short days
rare days of enchantment, possibility
the possibility of a single rose
in hand of a single man
standing on gravel walk
surrounded by trees with leaves dying from winter
bushes budding with flowers of spring vitality
Only spring coolness could bring such a face
to smile at you, sit beside you
simply words exchanged, no punch or pick up
only lines that would bring you to...
Florida has two full seasons
Cold and Hot; Winter and Summer
but rare moments of cool spring
happen for short days
rare days of enchantment, possibility
the possibility of a single rose
in hand of a single man
standing on gravel walk
surrounded by trees with leaves dying from winter
bushes budding with flowers of spring vitality
Only spring coolness could bring such a face
to smile at you, sit beside you
simply words exchanged, no punch or pick up
only lines that would bring you to...
622 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2012 1:52pm
24th Mar 2012 1:52pm
Living in a Simple Fantasy
I recommend listening to this song as you read. It's called "Halving the Compass" by Helios:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTKothYGiM4
let me stay in a dream
rent out a living space in a Sunday afternoon
permanently linger in meadows surrounded by misty trees
in purple and blue flowers
in thick, lush, kelly green grass
in blue skies touched by wispy clouds
in sand
in warm, sugar-fine, white sand
in sinking, wet sugar sand
as teal waves of cool water...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTKothYGiM4
let me stay in a dream
rent out a living space in a Sunday afternoon
permanently linger in meadows surrounded by misty trees
in purple and blue flowers
in thick, lush, kelly green grass
in blue skies touched by wispy clouds
in sand
in warm, sugar-fine, white sand
in sinking, wet sugar sand
as teal waves of cool water...
648 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2012 9:18pm
23rd Mar 2012 9:18pm
Timing Goodbyes
Time to say goodbye
goodbye to dark cocoons
lactation to pacify
to required siestas at noon
to shared mire pies
soliciting stars to execute
to graceless springtides
to foolish midnight routes
to callow understanding
fear of stressing on visage
to solipsistic demanding
to making every pilgrimage
to teaching teachings
to covets and rues
to bedside water glass reaching
when goodbyes are finished
here's hoping you say them all
may you have nothing due
goodbye to dark cocoons
lactation to pacify
to required siestas at noon
to shared mire pies
soliciting stars to execute
to graceless springtides
to foolish midnight routes
to callow understanding
fear of stressing on visage
to solipsistic demanding
to making every pilgrimage
to teaching teachings
to covets and rues
to bedside water glass reaching
when goodbyes are finished
here's hoping you say them all
may you have nothing due
516 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2012 3:54am
22nd Mar 2012 3:54am
friendship bracelets
The most devastating decisions are never big
not responding to a text,
not sending an email message,
not calling back.
Creates distance, while creating a comfort zone
soon the freak in the plastic bubble,
the one who stays in the four corners,
then begins to frame the structure of excuses
erecting brick walls, anchoring with thick cement lies
Before you know it, confined.
"HELP!" "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!"
If only there was a window out which to see
but wasn't interested in the...
not responding to a text,
not sending an email message,
not calling back.
Creates distance, while creating a comfort zone
soon the freak in the plastic bubble,
the one who stays in the four corners,
then begins to frame the structure of excuses
erecting brick walls, anchoring with thick cement lies
Before you know it, confined.
"HELP!" "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!"
If only there was a window out which to see
but wasn't interested in the...
728 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2012 1:48pm
21st Mar 2012 1:48pm
Not Just Passion
If your love was a pool,
I would drown in the deep.
If your love was a mountain,
I'd climb to freeze at the peak.
But your love is a fire, so I say,
"Burn me alive."
I would drown in the deep.
If your love was a mountain,
I'd climb to freeze at the peak.
But your love is a fire, so I say,
"Burn me alive."
672 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2012 4:11am
21st Mar 2012 4:11am
OH Sweet Dear Pubescent Me
What it is like
to have someone else
feel your heart beat?
What is it like
to have someone
want to hear your
heart speak?
I wouldn't know, so don't ask.
But they ask anyway,
"What should I do about
this one, who I like, I love
screwed up; said something wrong
fix it, please!?"
My responses are words of studied wisdom,
but inside I'm thinking:
"HOW WOULD I KNOW?"
Grew up in the Bible belt,
where some were heart felt,
but mostly a rare species.
I am not one judge a...
to have someone else
feel your heart beat?
What is it like
to have someone
want to hear your
heart speak?
I wouldn't know, so don't ask.
But they ask anyway,
"What should I do about
this one, who I like, I love
screwed up; said something wrong
fix it, please!?"
My responses are words of studied wisdom,
but inside I'm thinking:
"HOW WOULD I KNOW?"
Grew up in the Bible belt,
where some were heart felt,
but mostly a rare species.
I am not one judge a...
721 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 4:36pm
17th Mar 2012 4:36pm
Who Cares Dinah?
someone in the kitchen
is cryin'
someone in the kitchen
breakin' bowls
someone in the kitchen
is cryin'
but i just want to go home
someone in the parlor
is readin'
someone in the parlor
rippin' pages outta books
someone in the parlor
is readin'
but i just want to go home
someone in the den
stokin' fire
someone in the den
tryin' burn down the house
someone in the den
stokin' fire
but i just want to go home
someone in the bed
is dyin'
someone in the bed
tryin' drown...
is cryin'
someone in the kitchen
breakin' bowls
someone in the kitchen
is cryin'
but i just want to go home
someone in the parlor
is readin'
someone in the parlor
rippin' pages outta books
someone in the parlor
is readin'
but i just want to go home
someone in the den
stokin' fire
someone in the den
tryin' burn down the house
someone in the den
stokin' fire
but i just want to go home
someone in the bed
is dyin'
someone in the bed
tryin' drown...
675 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2012 3:22am
16th Mar 2012 3:22am
Two Fingers, Two Prints
two fingers
two prints
imprint them on me
press Your prints
so hard into mine
that my prints
become unidentifiable
without Your prints on me
i have only my identity
me, nothing, nameless
number B47 in the waiting line
but with You
i can forge a new ID
Your prints will be
my prints, You will be my Prince
i look at my prints;
small circular lines
filled with memories and dirt
but Your's...
Your's are so clean
prints, patterns, codes,
spelling out words, ...
two prints
imprint them on me
press Your prints
so hard into mine
that my prints
become unidentifiable
without Your prints on me
i have only my identity
me, nothing, nameless
number B47 in the waiting line
but with You
i can forge a new ID
Your prints will be
my prints, You will be my Prince
i look at my prints;
small circular lines
filled with memories and dirt
but Your's...
Your's are so clean
prints, patterns, codes,
spelling out words, ...
758 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2012 11:25pm
15th Mar 2012 11:25pm
Roxanne
Your name will be Roxanne,
Roxy for short.
You can be Whoever you
want to be.
I don't know what you look like,
I haven't meet your other half.
I don't care what you look like,
you will be more beautiful than any
flower, or landscape, or being.
I dream, think about you,
not terribly often.
Like a gardener tending
a flower pot.
I water you, give you proper sunlight.
You, oh just a seed of a conceived thought.
I wonder if you'll like music
as much as I do?
Will you like me?
Will you always believe me ...
Roxy for short.
You can be Whoever you
want to be.
I don't know what you look like,
I haven't meet your other half.
I don't care what you look like,
you will be more beautiful than any
flower, or landscape, or being.
I dream, think about you,
not terribly often.
Like a gardener tending
a flower pot.
I water you, give you proper sunlight.
You, oh just a seed of a conceived thought.
I wonder if you'll like music
as much as I do?
Will you like me?
Will you always believe me ...
915 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2012 10:26pm
14th Mar 2012 10:26pm
Backseat Driver
Oh my gosh,
HE DRIVES ME CRAZY!
I'm up, he's down.
I need his help,
he's out of town.
Schedules rarely jive
but when they do,
he makes medrive.
Then he back seat drives.
I mean, WHAT IS THAT?
Crazy?! (right?!)
He is a worse driver than me.
But his backseat driving
has helped me a lot.
His directions have helped me
through some tight spots.
------
For my dad
HE DRIVES ME CRAZY!
I'm up, he's down.
I need his help,
he's out of town.
Schedules rarely jive
but when they do,
he makes medrive.
Then he back seat drives.
I mean, WHAT IS THAT?
Crazy?! (right?!)
He is a worse driver than me.
But his backseat driving
has helped me a lot.
His directions have helped me
through some tight spots.
------
For my dad
621 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2012 10:33pm
13th Mar 2012 10:33pm
Don't Like Clocks
Clocks, don't like clocks
Reminders of transient moments;
The composition of life
Life that moves so swift
Decisions to be made;
Mistakes to make and learn from
Crow's feet forming
eyes more blurry
perspectives change from fresh to jaded
Want to stay hungry and fruitful
To remain keen,
but want wise experience
I hate clocks
Reminders of transient moments;
The composition of life
Life that moves so swift
Decisions to be made;
Mistakes to make and learn from
Crow's feet forming
eyes more blurry
perspectives change from fresh to jaded
Want to stay hungry and fruitful
To remain keen,
but want wise experience
I hate clocks
646 reads
3 Comments
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