Submissions by keristewart (Keri Stewart)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
31st Dec 2023 3:59pm
31st Dec 2023 3:59pm
Is it Tension or Cluster or Some Other Crime?
I had a two day headache and fainted so I thought I was going to die.
A death on my birthday? What a crime, o, fear-filled agony!
The pounding in my head like Guilt dragging shoulders.
What ragdoll, what me as ragdoll, o, doll of rags is me oh mine.
Dehydration as a culprit is mere ignorance;
I suspect there was something else going on.
Do you suspect any suspicions on the grime of temples
who bear agony to its sisterhood of brow bone?
Side court, side away as how could I not realize
you were not the spirit within my...
A death on my birthday? What a crime, o, fear-filled agony!
The pounding in my head like Guilt dragging shoulders.
What ragdoll, what me as ragdoll, o, doll of rags is me oh mine.
Dehydration as a culprit is mere ignorance;
I suspect there was something else going on.
Do you suspect any suspicions on the grime of temples
who bear agony to its sisterhood of brow bone?
Side court, side away as how could I not realize
you were not the spirit within my...
#confessional
#myself
107 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2022 11:12pm
23rd Aug 2022 11:12pm
A Dialect of Rain
my speech flows like raindrops,
sliding from the height of the sky.
down like the curve of a cheek.
down six feet deep.
pitter-patter dialect
where eloquence is shaped by rain.
a language made of pain.
every syllable is synonymous to
pins and needles,
cumulonimbus clouds and its byproducts.
the water exchange:
speech to ears in rain that fears
discussion of sentiments.
a language made to be censored.
every syllable banned from talk.
my speech flows like raindrops,
but i have taught myself to
shut the windows...
sliding from the height of the sky.
down like the curve of a cheek.
down six feet deep.
pitter-patter dialect
where eloquence is shaped by rain.
a language made of pain.
every syllable is synonymous to
pins and needles,
cumulonimbus clouds and its byproducts.
the water exchange:
speech to ears in rain that fears
discussion of sentiments.
a language made to be censored.
every syllable banned from talk.
my speech flows like raindrops,
but i have taught myself to
shut the windows...
#sadness
#secrets
#fear #vulnerability
#fear #vulnerability
244 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2022 1:28pm
23rd Aug 2022 1:28pm
Fruition For the Beggar
how countless days were spent at stone-made wells
bent over, coin in shaking hand, to weave thy spells.
fruition leaps on beggars’ laps to bear
the gift of craved connections prior as dreams.
bent over, coin in shaking hand, to weave thy spells.
fruition leaps on beggars’ laps to bear
the gift of craved connections prior as dreams.
#love
#friendship
183 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2022 1:21pm
23rd Aug 2022 1:21pm
Thank You
arms wrapped tightly
like the sun covering our planet
with rays of cordial light.
a warmth to behold
full of strength—a knight
to combat the darkness.
as one holds on tight,
so too does the sun stay
even into the night.
like the sun covering our planet
with rays of cordial light.
a warmth to behold
full of strength—a knight
to combat the darkness.
as one holds on tight,
so too does the sun stay
even into the night.
#love
#kindness
#friendship
#gratitude
#support
288 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2021 12:32pm
16th Aug 2021 12:32pm
Art is Dead
a canvas washes
over the painter
white like snow
where prey runs cold
over the painter
white like snow
where prey runs cold
#emptiness
373 reads
5 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th May 2021 00:02am
6th May 2021 00:02am
Too Big a Storm To See, You See?
tempest typhoon, thunderhead armies,
seismic quakes, torn-through parties,
rumble roaring, rising actions,
hungry flames, aggressive ashes,
choking breathes, muted larynx screams,
metal crashing, unstable dreams,
begging symphonies, silent audience,
wan fists, heartless defense,
acid tears, callous cards,
tornado dances, crashing charred,
pleading hands, twisted trees,
rancor whispers, forgotten glee.
seismic quakes, torn-through parties,
rumble roaring, rising actions,
hungry flames, aggressive ashes,
choking breathes, muted larynx screams,
metal crashing, unstable dreams,
begging symphonies, silent audience,
wan fists, heartless defense,
acid tears, callous cards,
tornado dances, crashing charred,
pleading hands, twisted trees,
rancor whispers, forgotten glee.
#sadness
#anger
#frustration #despair
#frustration #despair
277 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2021 2:24am
27th Apr 2021 2:24am
Trapped in a State of Alert
sick with alert,
slimy and crawling.
a spider of plague
that dwells near bawling.
stop the voices—
the yelling and calling.
but even silence is loud;
such alert is too much a crowd.
slimy and crawling.
a spider of plague
that dwells near bawling.
stop the voices—
the yelling and calling.
but even silence is loud;
such alert is too much a crowd.
#conflict
#frustration
#FeelingTrapped
340 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2021 10:28pm
14th Apr 2021 10:28pm
Too Full, Too Empty
tea pot
chiseled faces
porcelain being
chipping melodies
clink; a falling symphony
steaming coffee
gaseous and engulfing
murky like dirt
of a grave overflowing
with death’s acrid shirt
clink; a dropping symphony
void; no liquid
whirlwind whirlpool of
steaming thick coffee
is gone like melodies of
chipped porcelain
staler than toffee
clink; a fallen symphony
coffee
simmers and churns
a sea whose tides have no course
time is fast, but coffee’s...
chiseled faces
porcelain being
chipping melodies
clink; a falling symphony
steaming coffee
gaseous and engulfing
murky like dirt
of a grave overflowing
with death’s acrid shirt
clink; a dropping symphony
void; no liquid
whirlwind whirlpool of
steaming thick coffee
is gone like melodies of
chipped porcelain
staler than toffee
clink; a fallen symphony
coffee
simmers and churns
a sea whose tides have no course
time is fast, but coffee’s...
#emotional
#metaphor
#bittersweet
#symbolism
#emotions
440 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Apr 2021 9:05pm
12th Apr 2021 9:05pm
Chaos and Flame
a dragon
a city
chaos and flame
the dragon sighs
voices cry
are flames ever sane?
clueless reptile
never knowing the pain
all it did was sigh,
and yet, flames escaped
a city
chaos and flame
the dragon sighs
voices cry
are flames ever sane?
clueless reptile
never knowing the pain
all it did was sigh,
and yet, flames escaped
#confusion
#ignorance
#metaphor #emotions
#metaphor #emotions
408 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2021 9:02pm
12th Apr 2021 9:02pm
A Tile On The Floor
a tile on the floor,
conforming to its role.
pitter-patter goes the steps
where words are just no more.
a tile where it sits,
cracking on the edge.
intricate designs are born
but here lies: solemn dread.
a tile is painted fresh,
glistening with great gleam.
the paint is thick and wet
like goopy blood in flesh.
a tile, just a tile,
is painted like the rest.
it sits near tile armies,
but wishes to find a tread.
a tile on the floor,
conforming to its role. ...
conforming to its role.
pitter-patter goes the steps
where words are just no more.
a tile where it sits,
cracking on the edge.
intricate designs are born
but here lies: solemn dread.
a tile is painted fresh,
glistening with great gleam.
the paint is thick and wet
like goopy blood in flesh.
a tile, just a tile,
is painted like the rest.
it sits near tile armies,
but wishes to find a tread.
a tile on the floor,
conforming to its role. ...
#loneliness
#rhyming
#metaphor
264 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2021 10:28pm
8th Apr 2021 10:28pm
A Wave of Stimuli: What a Stormy Sea!
Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine a world
where serenity smiles with glimmer and gold.
Oh, a world with gentle rolling waves
and a third arm to cover the complexities:
the secrets beneath each subtle salty wave.
Yes, a third arm could hold high
like a shield of a knight, blocking harsh
stimuli that beat at my eyes.
Pounding liquid punches.
If only I had a third arm attached.
I could finally prep the sail and mast.
Plentiful could be the ship of my efforts.
If only I had a third arm attached...
...
where serenity smiles with glimmer and gold.
Oh, a world with gentle rolling waves
and a third arm to cover the complexities:
the secrets beneath each subtle salty wave.
Yes, a third arm could hold high
like a shield of a knight, blocking harsh
stimuli that beat at my eyes.
Pounding liquid punches.
If only I had a third arm attached.
I could finally prep the sail and mast.
Plentiful could be the ship of my efforts.
If only I had a third arm attached...
...
#myself
#suffering
#LifeStruggles
338 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2021 7:42pm
2nd Apr 2021 7:42pm
Trial at Judge Cecil’s Courtroom
There is a trial at Judge Cecil’s courtroom.
A big audience sits—jury included—awaiting doom.
The defendant’s soundful song of silence rings,
Echoing eerily of nothing and seemingly everything.
The trial begins with the sudden alarms of justice,
So that Themis may hear as prosecution goes first.
They accuse without reason in a reasonless time.
And pave way for defense to talk about a crime.
They defend without reason in a reasonless earth
And pave way for witnesses’s speech to birth.
Clamor strides across the dim crowded space ...
A big audience sits—jury included—awaiting doom.
The defendant’s soundful song of silence rings,
Echoing eerily of nothing and seemingly everything.
The trial begins with the sudden alarms of justice,
So that Themis may hear as prosecution goes first.
They accuse without reason in a reasonless time.
And pave way for defense to talk about a crime.
They defend without reason in a reasonless earth
And pave way for witnesses’s speech to birth.
Clamor strides across the dim crowded space ...
#lies
#humankind
#morality #deception
#morality #deception
372 reads
2 Comments
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