Submissions by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing since the age of 10, and still feel the same powerful energy to create a story and to intrigue those who read my work. I write dark, surreal poetry and short stories. I also have several novel manuscripts in the works I hope to publish
ANGER POEM
Published
8th Feb 2019 9:35pm
8th Feb 2019 9:35pm
Bleeding Eyes
A red sunset
burns
through shrouds of cloud.
Bleeding sun rays
trickle
in boiled waves of sea.
burns
through shrouds of cloud.
Bleeding sun rays
trickle
in boiled waves of sea.
#sadness
#anger
#depression
640 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2019 6:57pm
8th Feb 2019 6:57pm
Falling Leaves
What strange messages
has autumn handed us!
They hold their branch,
by their withering root.
Once flushed in greens,
they fall, die, Indian gold.
Blanketing our solid grounds,
quilting our grey ways.
has autumn handed us!
They hold their branch,
by their withering root.
Once flushed in greens,
they fall, die, Indian gold.
Blanketing our solid grounds,
quilting our grey ways.
#nature
#religion
#spiritual
639 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Feb 2019 1:04pm
8th Feb 2019 1:04pm
Memories Stir
A blanket of dust
now covers our picture.
Soft earth that was once your skin,
is now dusted with snow.
This sheet had layered
over months without warmth.
But we are soon
to hold each other again.
Then Spring bed will be dawned upon,
and rains of April;
shower mud off of your
brilliant reflection.
Summer may bore
our new year,
to melt mountain’s
ice covers.
now covers our picture.
Soft earth that was once your skin,
is now dusted with snow.
This sheet had layered
over months without warmth.
But we are soon
to hold each other again.
Then Spring bed will be dawned upon,
and rains of April;
shower mud off of your
brilliant reflection.
Summer may bore
our new year,
to melt mountain’s
ice covers.
#love
#relationships
#memories
544 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2019 2:04pm
3rd Feb 2019 2:04pm
The Raven’s Shrill, The Poet’s Echo
In the company of imageries within my castle,
I voice for everyone my next poetic verse.
All the empty halls listen and echo my passion,
And in darkly rich verse I immerse.”
Through the courtyard, pulls up a hearse,
Beneath the arms of stone archways and hideous gargoyles –
All the ravens disperse.
The blood veining through these stone figureheads’ boils.
The coffin-conveyance disordered the black-wolfs of the court;
Heavenly light shot into their black eyes
And deep, rasping calls followed in retort.
They soon returned...
I voice for everyone my next poetic verse.
All the empty halls listen and echo my passion,
And in darkly rich verse I immerse.”
Through the courtyard, pulls up a hearse,
Beneath the arms of stone archways and hideous gargoyles –
All the ravens disperse.
The blood veining through these stone figureheads’ boils.
The coffin-conveyance disordered the black-wolfs of the court;
Heavenly light shot into their black eyes
And deep, rasping calls followed in retort.
They soon returned...
#dark
#gothic
#death
729 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2019 9:26pm
16th Jan 2019 9:26pm
Her Creviced Heart/Love’s Tomb
This is my testament,
hear with undammed ears an old sentiment.
Now, my fellow poets of secrecy,
I’ll allow you to hear me.
Behold poetic confessions of my black heart!
Many a poet’s confessions
are buried in their long,
undisturbed tomb of revelations.
Beneath this fleshy crypt lies unclouded truths –
that which creviced my old flames heart.
Somewhere within the cryptic mist,
lies the question of the meaning of our last kiss.
Oh, the mysterious confessions of poetic sorrow,
she never knew there...
hear with undammed ears an old sentiment.
Now, my fellow poets of secrecy,
I’ll allow you to hear me.
Behold poetic confessions of my black heart!
Many a poet’s confessions
are buried in their long,
undisturbed tomb of revelations.
Beneath this fleshy crypt lies unclouded truths –
that which creviced my old flames heart.
Somewhere within the cryptic mist,
lies the question of the meaning of our last kiss.
Oh, the mysterious confessions of poetic sorrow,
she never knew there...
#love
#breakup
#betrayal
#death
#memories
783 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jan 2019 10:00pm
6th Jan 2019 10:00pm
Train Wreck Whore
Whore… wouldn’t wanna be you…
Hide amidst your dwellings;
peeking through the crevice in the shadowed corner.
Study me;
study all promoters of chastity
and fools of slippery cash alike.
I’m not a fool; not afraid to deny.
Your pleasures tempting as those irises’ grasp and pull,
poisoning senses into submission.
Submit?! No…never!
Back away from me, let “that guy”
sip your contaminated words.
The venom invades
saturated flesh;
devouring what’s inside.
Many shall choose...
Hide amidst your dwellings;
peeking through the crevice in the shadowed corner.
Study me;
study all promoters of chastity
and fools of slippery cash alike.
I’m not a fool; not afraid to deny.
Your pleasures tempting as those irises’ grasp and pull,
poisoning senses into submission.
Submit?! No…never!
Back away from me, let “that guy”
sip your contaminated words.
The venom invades
saturated flesh;
devouring what’s inside.
Many shall choose...
#lust
#dark
#sex
#erotic
#passion
699 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jan 2019 4:09pm
6th Jan 2019 4:09pm
Your Flickering Piety
My muse, my cloak, when you’re here beside me,
Think these shadows you cast upon me, out of a smothered light
Are forbidden pleasures of yours as much as can be;
Like a glove you love to wrap me within your might;
Your stare stoutly stepping into my timid eyes.
Your pleasures will be a gripping vice.
You voice rasp, though I am faint:
You’re elated my flesh is as cold as ice,
You’re elated that you’ve martyred a saint.
Soon you’ll walk into the walls of my frozen eyelids.
You’re desolate empathy, your sensual suppressions, ...
Think these shadows you cast upon me, out of a smothered light
Are forbidden pleasures of yours as much as can be;
Like a glove you love to wrap me within your might;
Your stare stoutly stepping into my timid eyes.
Your pleasures will be a gripping vice.
You voice rasp, though I am faint:
You’re elated my flesh is as cold as ice,
You’re elated that you’ve martyred a saint.
Soon you’ll walk into the walls of my frozen eyelids.
You’re desolate empathy, your sensual suppressions, ...
#dark
#sex
671 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2019 12:50pm
2nd Jan 2019 12:50pm
Deity (Haiku)
And whom is
the embodiment of
our love-force?
the embodiment of
our love-force?
#love
#relationships
#religion
#God
#haiku
520 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2019 12:47pm
2nd Jan 2019 12:47pm
Arisen Moon (Haiku)
You have felt that I -
the moon, is arisen,
here’s the tides!
the moon, is arisen,
here’s the tides!
#moon
#night
518 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2019 3:14am
2nd Jan 2019 3:14am
Moon-Glow (Haiku)
You are my sun of
the night sky. I, your moon-glow –
you, are my sun-shine
the night sky. I, your moon-glow –
you, are my sun-shine
#love
#relationships
#sun
#moon
#haiku
530 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2019 2:23am
2nd Jan 2019 2:23am
Fire and Tears (Haiku)
You are the fire,
I your tears, together –
boil and quarrel
I your tears, together –
boil and quarrel
#love
#relationships
#breakup
#conflict
#haiku
569 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jan 2019 7:00pm
1st Jan 2019 7:00pm
Sleeping in The Forest (Make Earth Your Heaven)
Mother-Earth remembered her,
She took Mary back so tenderly.
Like the willow tree, her mother’s hair swayed so gracefully.
Mother nature’s tune humming as she blanketed her in leaves so lovingly.
She slept as never before, a breeze billowing her bedroom curtains,
nothing between her and the white streaks of falling stars.
Her childhood dreams feathered as Autumn leaves
beneath her favorite tree branch.
The small kingdoms of insects in her bedchamber
buzzing throughout the moonlit hours.
Mother always said at bedtime, “make earth...
She took Mary back so tenderly.
Like the willow tree, her mother’s hair swayed so gracefully.
Mother nature’s tune humming as she blanketed her in leaves so lovingly.
She slept as never before, a breeze billowing her bedroom curtains,
nothing between her and the white streaks of falling stars.
Her childhood dreams feathered as Autumn leaves
beneath her favorite tree branch.
The small kingdoms of insects in her bedchamber
buzzing throughout the moonlit hours.
Mother always said at bedtime, “make earth...
#inspirational
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
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