Submissions by jmcchesnie (Joylyn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet, nature lover and artist. I mainly write in rhyme.
Salem Witch Hunt
They hid in hollow trees,
and holes in the ground,
but the dogs would soon find them,
each one would be bound.
Men hunting for them,
all the witches they could find,
binding them to posts,
not a one left behind.
Crowds gathered around,
as the fires were set,
the women crying forgiveness,
as their deaths would be met.
They screamed out in pain,
and chanted to the moon,
babies cried in their cribs,
soon there would be doom.
A cloud of green smoke,
rose from the flames,
shooting down...
and holes in the ground,
but the dogs would soon find them,
each one would be bound.
Men hunting for them,
all the witches they could find,
binding them to posts,
not a one left behind.
Crowds gathered around,
as the fires were set,
the women crying forgiveness,
as their deaths would be met.
They screamed out in pain,
and chanted to the moon,
babies cried in their cribs,
soon there would be doom.
A cloud of green smoke,
rose from the flames,
shooting down...
#hate
#dark
#Halloween
#witches
#fear
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Spiders
Eight legs and brown,
it ran across my bathroom floor.
I smacked it with my shoe,
it doesn't live here anymore.
But then I looked around,
and there were several more.
How could they multiply so fast,
I headed for the door!
But the door wouldn’t open,
not like it had before.
And as I looked around,
several had become at least a hundred and four!
Now I knew I was doomed,
these spiders had me trapped.
I tried to beg and plead,
but they wanted their buddy back.
Needless...
it ran across my bathroom floor.
I smacked it with my shoe,
it doesn't live here anymore.
But then I looked around,
and there were several more.
How could they multiply so fast,
I headed for the door!
But the door wouldn’t open,
not like it had before.
And as I looked around,
several had become at least a hundred and four!
Now I knew I was doomed,
these spiders had me trapped.
I tried to beg and plead,
but they wanted their buddy back.
Needless...
#dreams
#scary
#scifi
#fear
#funny
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The Last Donut
One donut is in the box,
that is all that there is left.
A group of people in the house,
what will they do next?
Will one person try to eat it,
or share it with the others?
The donut has disappeared,
and the dog is gone, they have discovered.
that is all that there is left.
A group of people in the house,
what will they do next?
Will one person try to eat it,
or share it with the others?
The donut has disappeared,
and the dog is gone, they have discovered.
#dogs
#animals
#food #WritingPoetry
#food #WritingPoetry
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10 Comments
The So-Called Pet
He sits and waits so patiently,
like no other half wild animal would do.
Waiting for the time,
when I will bring him food.
He takes it in quite eagerly,
as if he's on the run.
No loving pats from me,
I'm not his favorite one.
like no other half wild animal would do.
Waiting for the time,
when I will bring him food.
He takes it in quite eagerly,
as if he's on the run.
No loving pats from me,
I'm not his favorite one.
#forest
#animals
#nature
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
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One Wish
She's quite the full-size woman,
with curves like you’ve never seen,
a super model of sorts,
like in a plus-size magazine.
She's definitely a major attraction,
at the carnival, she can’t be missed,
all the people gather around her,
she'll grant them each one wish.
She has tattoos all over her body,
a silver ring running through her nose,
beautiful long blonde hair,
and a fishtail instead of toes.
I’ve never seen anyone like her,
her beauty is beyond compare.
If I could just get her to notice me, ...
with curves like you’ve never seen,
a super model of sorts,
like in a plus-size magazine.
She's definitely a major attraction,
at the carnival, she can’t be missed,
all the people gather around her,
she'll grant them each one wish.
She has tattoos all over her body,
a silver ring running through her nose,
beautiful long blonde hair,
and a fishtail instead of toes.
I’ve never seen anyone like her,
her beauty is beyond compare.
If I could just get her to notice me, ...
#love
#relationships
#rhyming
#FallingInLove
#fiction
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Ratings of the Stars
Three is better than one,
in star ratings as we all know.
Five is super great,
and two, well it kind of blows!
Four is pretty special,
it’s really almost cool.
One is downright awful,
like getting a BIG old F in school.
But three, it's right there in the middle,
which doesn’t feel all that bad to me.
But that’s where I’ve always been,
stuck in the middle, yep, that’s me!
in star ratings as we all know.
Five is super great,
and two, well it kind of blows!
Four is pretty special,
it’s really almost cool.
One is downright awful,
like getting a BIG old F in school.
But three, it's right there in the middle,
which doesn’t feel all that bad to me.
But that’s where I’ve always been,
stuck in the middle, yep, that’s me!
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#disappointment
#success
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The Kiss
Gold spattered on the walls,
a meadow filled with flowers,
two lovers wrapped in abstract,
in the early morning hours.
She’s lying by his side,
a tiara of flowers woven through her hair,
swept up in his strong embrace,
these moments of love so rare.
He cups her delicate face,
as she closes her eyes in bliss,
forever, never to speak,
he brushes her cheek with a kiss.
a meadow filled with flowers,
two lovers wrapped in abstract,
in the early morning hours.
She’s lying by his side,
a tiara of flowers woven through her hair,
swept up in his strong embrace,
these moments of love so rare.
He cups her delicate face,
as she closes her eyes in bliss,
forever, never to speak,
he brushes her cheek with a kiss.
#love
#relationships
#rhyming #lover
#rhyming #lover
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I Watched Him Paint ‘A Starry Night’
I watched him gaze upon the scene,
I stood there by his side,
like a ghost in a forgotten dream,
never feeling a need to hide.
I watched him paint the sloping hills,
the wind-swept, rolling sky,
the moon and stars with practiced skills,
illuminating lights up high.
I watched him create the tall church spire,
pointing to the heavens above.
And the strange dark tree with flames of fire,
all painted upon canvas by a man unloved.
I stood there by his side,
like a ghost in a forgotten dream,
never feeling a need to hide.
I watched him paint the sloping hills,
the wind-swept, rolling sky,
the moon and stars with practiced skills,
illuminating lights up high.
I watched him create the tall church spire,
pointing to the heavens above.
And the strange dark tree with flames of fire,
all painted upon canvas by a man unloved.
#dreams
#night
#heaven
#WritingPoetry
#art
141 reads
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Honey
Have you had her honey?
Yes, I've tasted it before,
delicate and sweet,
I always ask for more.
Like wine from an orchard,
or honeysuckle on the vine,
pleasantly delicious,
it's totally divine.
Tantalizing on the tongue,
and sticky on the skin,
a delightful pleasure to lick,
possibly a sin.
Yes, I've tasted it before,
delicate and sweet,
I always ask for more.
Like wine from an orchard,
or honeysuckle on the vine,
pleasantly delicious,
it's totally divine.
Tantalizing on the tongue,
and sticky on the skin,
a delightful pleasure to lick,
possibly a sin.
#sex
#food
#rhyming #seductive
#rhyming #seductive
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A Day in the Sun
Long flowing hair and a drink in one hand,
she laid by the river to get a quick tan.
She soaked up the sun, turning bright red,
in a dark blue bikini on a pink floaty bed.
Sipping her drink in the hot summer sun,
and wearing ballet shoes just for some fun!
Ducks waddled about with nowhere to go,
fish swam near in the rivers quick flow.
Chilling in the mountains, no place to be,
summer’s finally here, it’s so damn good to see!
she laid by the river to get a quick tan.
She soaked up the sun, turning bright red,
in a dark blue bikini on a pink floaty bed.
Sipping her drink in the hot summer sun,
and wearing ballet shoes just for some fun!
Ducks waddled about with nowhere to go,
fish swam near in the rivers quick flow.
Chilling in the mountains, no place to be,
summer’s finally here, it’s so damn good to see!
#sun
#summer
#nature #rhyming
#nature #rhyming
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Please Come Home
I worry less about you,
as the days go by,
I'm tired of begging and pleading,
every single time.
We always come to see you,
you never come see us,
not once in the past ten years,
for you it’s not a must.
You really don't seem to care,
about the pain you put me through,
or maybe you just don’t realize it,
maybe you never knew.
My eyes keep filling with tears,
there’s no way to hold them back,
I really don't understand,
these feelings that you lack.
Just once in my lifetime,
that’s...
as the days go by,
I'm tired of begging and pleading,
every single time.
We always come to see you,
you never come see us,
not once in the past ten years,
for you it’s not a must.
You really don't seem to care,
about the pain you put me through,
or maybe you just don’t realize it,
maybe you never knew.
My eyes keep filling with tears,
there’s no way to hold them back,
I really don't understand,
these feelings that you lack.
Just once in my lifetime,
that’s...
#sadness
#home
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#disappointment
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Offering to a Raven
We throw the dead mice
out the back door,
that were caught in a trap
the night before.
A raven flies by
and snatches them up,
an offering to him
we're so glad he cleans up.
A delicious little morsel
that keeps him satisfied,
so many more to come
we’re all too happy to provide.
out the back door,
that were caught in a trap
the night before.
A raven flies by
and snatches them up,
an offering to him
we're so glad he cleans up.
A delicious little morsel
that keeps him satisfied,
so many more to come
we’re all too happy to provide.
#animals
#birds
#food #WritingPoetry
#food #WritingPoetry
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