Submissions by jenniferjoy (ross l)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi, it's only recently that I have decided that it's ok to be called a poet
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2016 9:23am
13th Mar 2016 9:23am
Above
Abandoned by love, undone by my crimes, a life unlived, seen by an unseeing mind,
does an unborn heart still feel the pain of first love?, how far is to high to see ourselves from above,
An empty room full of things, the baggage of our lives, the stuff that dreams are made of,
the hoarder of our lies,
forsaken, abandoned, unbreathing and undone, the truth is understanding, for there is only one.
Nailed for my sins, imprisoned for my crimes, if i could i would go back, and die a thousand times.
does an unborn heart still feel the pain of first love?, how far is to high to see ourselves from above,
An empty room full of things, the baggage of our lives, the stuff that dreams are made of,
the hoarder of our lies,
forsaken, abandoned, unbreathing and undone, the truth is understanding, for there is only one.
Nailed for my sins, imprisoned for my crimes, if i could i would go back, and die a thousand times.
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2016 9:14am
13th Mar 2016 9:14am
Blood Thorn
Through the veil of darkness the wild rose writhes and grows,
blood drips from its thorny tips, like a river that over flows,
burnt bridges and broken hearts, wounds left open, words unspoken,
drifting in and tumbling out, of consciousness and painful doubt,
Living life through tangled lies while finding love between heartless thighs,
where there's life there's love they say, except when our lust gets in the way,
In the time it takes to boil water, we can create life, a son, a daughter,
and so it goes, the loves and lives we lead and the thoughtless lies we...
blood drips from its thorny tips, like a river that over flows,
burnt bridges and broken hearts, wounds left open, words unspoken,
drifting in and tumbling out, of consciousness and painful doubt,
Living life through tangled lies while finding love between heartless thighs,
where there's life there's love they say, except when our lust gets in the way,
In the time it takes to boil water, we can create life, a son, a daughter,
and so it goes, the loves and lives we lead and the thoughtless lies we...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2016 4:36am
19th Feb 2016 4:36am
Plastic forks
How do i go back to normality?, when locked doors and plastic forks are my reality.
A resthome for the criminaly disenfrancised, where your hopes disapear before your eyes.
Incarceration, desperation and deprevation, just some words of aliteration compared to choosing a new flag for the nation.
Rehabilitated, whats this actually mean?, perhaps my brain has just been resituated.
Life behind bars with no visable scars, just don't scratch the surface cause thats where the hurt is.
A resthome for the criminaly disenfrancised, where your hopes disapear before your eyes.
Incarceration, desperation and deprevation, just some words of aliteration compared to choosing a new flag for the nation.
Rehabilitated, whats this actually mean?, perhaps my brain has just been resituated.
Life behind bars with no visable scars, just don't scratch the surface cause thats where the hurt is.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Feb 2016 9:49am
18th Feb 2016 9:49am
Pieces of Jesus
In pieces i fall , exposed at your feet, in pieces maybe but not in defeat.
Arms wide open, palms out turned, a crown of thorns and sunbleached burned,
Unbreathing, undone, another nail and the damage is done.
Is the king of the jews , the salt of the earth?, or is he the devil in robes standing on hallowed turf.
We follow like an addict to the needle, like a scalpal to the vein, the joker behind the mask trying to ease his inner pain.
A handfull of nails, a crown of bloody thorns, a game of lost chances and jesus with horns.
Arms wide open, palms out turned, a crown of thorns and sunbleached burned,
Unbreathing, undone, another nail and the damage is done.
Is the king of the jews , the salt of the earth?, or is he the devil in robes standing on hallowed turf.
We follow like an addict to the needle, like a scalpal to the vein, the joker behind the mask trying to ease his inner pain.
A handfull of nails, a crown of bloody thorns, a game of lost chances and jesus with horns.
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2016 9:41am
18th Feb 2016 9:41am
Barbed wire moon
Under a barbed wire moon i saw you, so cruely you left me, the glimpse i caught disolved too soon,
discarded like a corpse in the midnight gloom, this must be the killing time, when the reaper comes your soul is mine, black is the night, still is the air around me, sharpe is the pain that hurts deep inside, death and dispair is all that surrounds me
discarded like a corpse in the midnight gloom, this must be the killing time, when the reaper comes your soul is mine, black is the night, still is the air around me, sharpe is the pain that hurts deep inside, death and dispair is all that surrounds me
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2011 2:42pm
16th Aug 2011 2:42pm
six
before i reached the heady heights of a six year old, i was to all intents, " normal", i rode my bike up and down the street, watched scoobie doo and had my own scoobie snacks to eat, i did normal kid things, but then in the lunch bay of my primer 4 class i kissed vicky stewart. life had now changed , for ever
they talk about women having a biological clock, but i think men do too, what changed? from swapping sandwiches too saying " show me yours and i'll show you mine", do we have a choice in the way we turn out, the way we treat others, the ones we say we love. or do we just say we...
they talk about women having a biological clock, but i think men do too, what changed? from swapping sandwiches too saying " show me yours and i'll show you mine", do we have a choice in the way we turn out, the way we treat others, the ones we say we love. or do we just say we...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Nov 2010 7:46pm
9th Nov 2010 7:46pm
Triffle
Lust in all its glory, love soaked in pain,hmm can it be that its like looking into a glass triffle bowl, the layers of sponge cake, fruit salad, drizzled with sherry, engulfed in vanila custard and finished off with slightly sweetened whipped cream, i like triffle, triffle is love.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Apr 2010 11:46am
12th Apr 2010 11:46am
jubes
nipples like jubes, boston buns for her ass, she is a feast for my eyes and my mouth. so divine, so enticing to the touch, she is my food of love , i could never have too much.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2010 11:10am
12th Apr 2010 11:10am
yours/mine
In the distance, you saw me coming round, i was calling out, i was calling out.
Still shaking, still in pain, you put me back together again, i was cold and you warmed me honey, i was down and you lifted me honey.
angel?, angel or devil, i was thirsty and you wet my lips, you i'm waiting for you, you , you fuel my desire, you lift me higher.
you saw me broken and bent out of shape, you saw me naked in the clothes that you made, lips are dry, throat like rust, you gave me refuge from the heat and the dust,
i am yours , you are mine, together now, together for all time.
Still shaking, still in pain, you put me back together again, i was cold and you warmed me honey, i was down and you lifted me honey.
angel?, angel or devil, i was thirsty and you wet my lips, you i'm waiting for you, you , you fuel my desire, you lift me higher.
you saw me broken and bent out of shape, you saw me naked in the clothes that you made, lips are dry, throat like rust, you gave me refuge from the heat and the dust,
i am yours , you are mine, together now, together for all time.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2009 10:31am
4th Dec 2009 10:31am
DECIDE WHEN ITS FINISHED.
i wonder if thats what God said, as he was creating this world, when asked "what ya gonna call it"? hmm, i guess i will decide when its finished,
Did he really know what he was doing?, or was this his first attempt at creation.Would his Teacher or Supervisor have marked him down for the garden of Eden fuck up , or just told him, "next time put up a sign" , "DON'T EAT THE PRODUCE UNLESS YOU HAVE PAID FOR IT"!!.
Did he really know what he was doing?, or was this his first attempt at creation.Would his Teacher or Supervisor have marked him down for the garden of Eden fuck up , or just told him, "next time put up a sign" , "DON'T EAT THE PRODUCE UNLESS YOU HAVE PAID FOR IT"!!.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2009 8:43am
3rd Dec 2009 8:43am
creative truth
Never been very good at the TRUTH, always thought it was abit like creative writing,
Took along time to realise that TRUTH grows love, without that, then the foundations of everything we hold dear are fragile, crumbling and unstable.
TRUTH goes to church each sunday, but does TRUTH come back home afterwards?.
Took along time to realise that TRUTH grows love, without that, then the foundations of everything we hold dear are fragile, crumbling and unstable.
TRUTH goes to church each sunday, but does TRUTH come back home afterwards?.
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2009 11:14am
1st Dec 2009 11:14am
forever together
She's dead, he thinks, but she shouldn't be, that wasn't part of the plan, he wants her there with him still, to watch her favorite shows on telly for all of eternity, or at least till he dies too.
He made the arrangements,her body arranged "just so" in the dress she wore on their wedding day, and the necklace she wore the first time they were alone and naked, on their wedding night. Even in death she is beautiful he thinks, so absolutly in love still, he can't bear the thought of her lying in the ground ,miles away from him, he has `never slept with out her warm body snuggled...
He made the arrangements,her body arranged "just so" in the dress she wore on their wedding day, and the necklace she wore the first time they were alone and naked, on their wedding night. Even in death she is beautiful he thinks, so absolutly in love still, he can't bear the thought of her lying in the ground ,miles away from him, he has `never slept with out her warm body snuggled...
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