Submissions by iowahuman
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
will never stop the writes
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2017 3:58am
24th Nov 2017 3:58am
burned out by the church
religion and science
will have to be combined
for man to survive
for thank it all!
- we ate!
we ate! within that beauty garden college
we ate!
of the fruit
of the tree
of knowledge
henceforth
we need to forward -
for we need more...
we need more
than old books
writ by men
sealed from the true power
of women
and we need speakers
of the truth
of the weak
of the male
for here we are -
with hell on earth
due men in...
will have to be combined
for man to survive
for thank it all!
- we ate!
we ate! within that beauty garden college
we ate!
of the fruit
of the tree
of knowledge
henceforth
we need to forward -
for we need more...
we need more
than old books
writ by men
sealed from the true power
of women
and we need speakers
of the truth
of the weak
of the male
for here we are -
with hell on earth
due men in...
#religion
#feminism
#inequality
#metaphor
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2017 3:11am
22nd Nov 2017 3:11am
truths dared sought
just me...
screaming here
onto the page...
hoping i'm not leaping into hell's cage
when i leap
past others' thoughts
into the ever-naughtly-taught brain-caughts
the puddle that is heresy...
that christianity's forth-fire doth brought
but by now you know me...
can i remain meek?
i cannot!
i willnot!
i won't -
i cant -
but will i burn?
in my yearn?
for truths dared sought?
some...
- who have a direct line to the god -
- say...
and...
screaming here
onto the page...
hoping i'm not leaping into hell's cage
when i leap
past others' thoughts
into the ever-naughtly-taught brain-caughts
the puddle that is heresy...
that christianity's forth-fire doth brought
but by now you know me...
can i remain meek?
i cannot!
i willnot!
i won't -
i cant -
but will i burn?
in my yearn?
for truths dared sought?
some...
- who have a direct line to the god -
- say...
and...
#spiritual
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Nov 2017 5:07pm
8th Nov 2017 5:07pm
chance a glance
run!
run through the forest
as fast as ya can!
leap
over fallen trees with moss-covered slick
knee and heave
deep
through the unexpected bog
sprint across the glen
and chance a glance behind
breathe heavy
breathe deep
pump your arms and legs
run run run!
for you know you'll never mend
and - tortured first
will die
at the hands of men
quick, dangerous, and chasing
run through the forest
as fast as ya can!
leap
over fallen trees with moss-covered slick
knee and heave
deep
through the unexpected bog
sprint across the glen
and chance a glance behind
breathe heavy
breathe deep
pump your arms and legs
run run run!
for you know you'll never mend
and - tortured first
will die
at the hands of men
quick, dangerous, and chasing
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Oct 2017 00:10am
19th Oct 2017 00:10am
in a stark october
i am stoppered...
bottled waiting perhaps distilling
and cannot write
ruins of vegas pervade
and a pervy harvey bathrobe wades
but it's the glaring sickness of trump
that grey the days
and long the nights of my recent slump
i will speak again
but for now
i shelter
and i lick the wounds of america
weltering
and weeping with flies
these days
in the stark october daylight
i am simply too stunned to write
bottled waiting perhaps distilling
and cannot write
ruins of vegas pervade
and a pervy harvey bathrobe wades
but it's the glaring sickness of trump
that grey the days
and long the nights of my recent slump
i will speak again
but for now
i shelter
and i lick the wounds of america
weltering
and weeping with flies
these days
in the stark october daylight
i am simply too stunned to write
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#learning
#SelfReflection
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2017 5:43pm
11th Oct 2017 5:43pm
why men?
men -
according to their own written law
were the first draft -
from clay, mud, and dust
while women were created
from human rib, blood and rust
and are the second draft...
let that sink in a moment...
women are the second draft here on mother's earth...
and the second draft is always better than the first...
so why the fuck
are men -
men?!
still in charge?!
good for labor -
and breeding -
(which we all need less of...)
...
according to their own written law
were the first draft -
from clay, mud, and dust
while women were created
from human rib, blood and rust
and are the second draft...
let that sink in a moment...
women are the second draft here on mother's earth...
and the second draft is always better than the first...
so why the fuck
are men -
men?!
still in charge?!
good for labor -
and breeding -
(which we all need less of...)
...
#women
#men
#TruthOfLife
#frustration
#inequality
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2017 7:13pm
14th Sep 2017 7:13pm
i sit, ready
why come the many times
i cannot write?
the strands of my usual swings
are silent and without their vibrate
without them i am small
and my pen doesn't sing
watch - while i wait and wait
strafing my brain surface
for a thing
that comes
when it wants to come
the letters won't congeal
into words
with meaning
but i sit
ready
i cannot write?
the strands of my usual swings
are silent and without their vibrate
without them i am small
and my pen doesn't sing
watch - while i wait and wait
strafing my brain surface
for a thing
that comes
when it wants to come
the letters won't congeal
into words
with meaning
but i sit
ready
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2017 00:36am
12th Sep 2017 00:36am
i am on earth
at my moment
i am somewhere on earth
i am wearing the flesh
of the earthian
i think
i write
i exist
in my future
i will be far from terra firma
my soul will have slipped
i am somewhere on earth
i am wearing the flesh
of the earthian
i think
i write
i exist
in my future
i will be far from terra firma
my soul will have slipped
#SelfHarm
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Sep 2017 00:32am
12th Sep 2017 00:32am
he swallowed his life
he swallowed them
one
after
another
after another
water downer
whiskey chaser
he didn't want to awake
in his life again
he wanted things to be different
even if they were over
even if he was punished
for making things be over...
he wanted things to be different
so he swallowed his life
to effect
the one choice he could make
one
after
another
after another
water downer
whiskey chaser
he didn't want to awake
in his life again
he wanted things to be different
even if they were over
even if he was punished
for making things be over...
he wanted things to be different
so he swallowed his life
to effect
the one choice he could make
#depression
#alcohol
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3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2017 5:30pm
29th May 2017 5:30pm
the unknown seven
i've just found out
it turns out
i have seven
brothers and sisters
and the one
who dropped me out
and walked away
still lives
glad i wasn't aborted -
was given away for life
but still...
where the hell has she been?
and do the other seven
know of me?
052917
it turns out
i have seven
brothers and sisters
and the one
who dropped me out
and walked away
still lives
glad i wasn't aborted -
was given away for life
but still...
where the hell has she been?
and do the other seven
know of me?
052917
600 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2017 2:17am
29th Jan 2017 2:17am
the voices of the angels
when we humans sing
we breathe
we stop the words of the song
to fill our lungs again
the angels don't need our air
they can hold a note forever
can you imagine
how their voices must beauty?
when they sing
surely the heavens open
and the words of praise they voice to
resonate with the listening world
we breathe
we stop the words of the song
to fill our lungs again
the angels don't need our air
they can hold a note forever
can you imagine
how their voices must beauty?
when they sing
surely the heavens open
and the words of praise they voice to
resonate with the listening world
579 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2017 2:53am
5th Jan 2017 2:53am
childbirth
a mother walks through
the Valley
of the Shadow
of Death
and sometimes she doesn't come out
sometimes she stays there
with her soul gently climbing
yet kinda ripped
from her chest
as the babe first breath'd
the Valley
of the Shadow
of Death
and sometimes she doesn't come out
sometimes she stays there
with her soul gently climbing
yet kinda ripped
from her chest
as the babe first breath'd
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Dec 2016 3:04pm
31st Dec 2016 3:04pm
shafts and motes
i exist in a quiet corner
within a single shaft of light
i mingle with motes and wrotes
i am totally free
able to thought in speed
and to differ
with the other mortals
the light feeds me
the dark leads me
to which do i abode in recede?
within a single shaft of light
i mingle with motes and wrotes
i am totally free
able to thought in speed
and to differ
with the other mortals
the light feeds me
the dark leads me
to which do i abode in recede?
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