Submissions by michaelslove2 (Michael S. Love)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
HI! I'm Michael and I'm a poet!
DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2024 8:20am
11th Nov 2024 8:20am
The Storm
The Storm”
The mechanical noise starts up.
He hears it.
Feels it.
It is coming slowly up the hallway
to his room.
It is a dark and stormy night.
That all too famous line.
And it has come back to him tonight.
It has come back to say, “Boo!” and laugh.
“I love you,” it says.
Little green man.
Muscular, little green man
slips through the closet door,
back out now looking at him,
then to the hallway
and back to him with a worried face.
It is coming closer and little green man ...
The mechanical noise starts up.
He hears it.
Feels it.
It is coming slowly up the hallway
to his room.
It is a dark and stormy night.
That all too famous line.
And it has come back to him tonight.
It has come back to say, “Boo!” and laugh.
“I love you,” it says.
Little green man.
Muscular, little green man
slips through the closet door,
back out now looking at him,
then to the hallway
and back to him with a worried face.
It is coming closer and little green man ...
#dark
#nightmares
#scary
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2024 10:12am
12th Oct 2024 10:12am
The Ravine
The Ravine
A bloody night.
Do not listen to the gurgling screams
of the bodies lying at the bottom of the ravine.
Instead, close the window with a SLAM
to silence the damned.
Close the curtains should you not spy
the red eye looking in of a soul climbed
from the ravine.
Lie in bed in mockery.
You know you will not sleep.
Hear the “creakkk, creakkk, creakkk creak”
of the old, wooden stairway generations now in your blood.
It tries to tell you in its own, special way,
“someone is here! Someone...
A bloody night.
Do not listen to the gurgling screams
of the bodies lying at the bottom of the ravine.
Instead, close the window with a SLAM
to silence the damned.
Close the curtains should you not spy
the red eye looking in of a soul climbed
from the ravine.
Lie in bed in mockery.
You know you will not sleep.
Hear the “creakkk, creakkk, creakkk creak”
of the old, wooden stairway generations now in your blood.
It tries to tell you in its own, special way,
“someone is here! Someone...
#dark
#Halloween
#scary
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2024 7:11am
5th Oct 2024 7:11am
African American Man
African American Man
Hey there African American man takin' a walk tonight.
Don't you know the police will get you cuz what you doin' there ain't right?
They're gonna come harass you,
it's their way.
You know they just can't leave you be.
Hey there African American man
have we learned from history?
Hey there African American man,
what'chu up to bet no good?
Watched and labeled by many folks
the ones who never understood.
You're searchin' for a break-in,
you're dealin' drugs.
Here come the car now...
Hey there African American man takin' a walk tonight.
Don't you know the police will get you cuz what you doin' there ain't right?
They're gonna come harass you,
it's their way.
You know they just can't leave you be.
Hey there African American man
have we learned from history?
Hey there African American man,
what'chu up to bet no good?
Watched and labeled by many folks
the ones who never understood.
You're searchin' for a break-in,
you're dealin' drugs.
Here come the car now...
#culture
#ignorance
#inequality
#morality
#racism
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Oct 2024 7:09am
5th Oct 2024 7:09am
Today
Today
I long for you to whisper your words of contentment
while I listen with a bloody ear.
In those brief moments when hearing your song
for a time existence feels right.
Time's come with your voice
when pain dissolves into absolution,
when I feel there is a place of mind.
Time's come through you where for a little while
I feel I am right and at home.
I have time to think for now
and I have purpose where before I felt there was none.
It is not time for embracing your welcoming arms however, ...
I long for you to whisper your words of contentment
while I listen with a bloody ear.
In those brief moments when hearing your song
for a time existence feels right.
Time's come with your voice
when pain dissolves into absolution,
when I feel there is a place of mind.
Time's come through you where for a little while
I feel I am right and at home.
I have time to think for now
and I have purpose where before I felt there was none.
It is not time for embracing your welcoming arms however, ...
#identity
#loneliness
#love #SelfDiscovery
#love #SelfDiscovery
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2024 7:06am
3rd Oct 2024 7:06am
Spirits At War
Spirits At War
When I looked into your eyes
sometimes I would see warmth, compassion.
Other times I would see death and destruction.
I never knew which it was going to be
when I looked at you and you looked at me.
For a time I lived a lie in red anger.
Out of viciousness I believed it was always lies, cheating
and I hated every one of you.
Since I have realized through others that my belief is not so true
and therefore not fair to despise all of you.
Now my beliefs are based on percentages.
The majority...
When I looked into your eyes
sometimes I would see warmth, compassion.
Other times I would see death and destruction.
I never knew which it was going to be
when I looked at you and you looked at me.
For a time I lived a lie in red anger.
Out of viciousness I believed it was always lies, cheating
and I hated every one of you.
Since I have realized through others that my belief is not so true
and therefore not fair to despise all of you.
Now my beliefs are based on percentages.
The majority...
#consumerism
#culture
#LifeStruggles #morality
#LifeStruggles #morality
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2024 6:50am
3rd Oct 2024 6:50am
Until Sun
Until Sun
Stay with me till morning.
Let me wake not into night.
Leave me be content in holding you
for as long as I might.
And when daytime must begin again
let our love flow into my heart.
Leave me reminiscing of your smile
motivating me to start.
My dream within a dream
you are that which I so desire
but shall not have there will be no
quenching this soul's eternal fire.
But in dreams where inhibitions
lie scattered across the floor.
They are of no use within this world
I...
Stay with me till morning.
Let me wake not into night.
Leave me be content in holding you
for as long as I might.
And when daytime must begin again
let our love flow into my heart.
Leave me reminiscing of your smile
motivating me to start.
My dream within a dream
you are that which I so desire
but shall not have there will be no
quenching this soul's eternal fire.
But in dreams where inhibitions
lie scattered across the floor.
They are of no use within this world
I...
#heartbroken
#love
#sadness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2024 8:05am
8th Aug 2024 8:05am
Black Moon
Black Moon
A black moon drifts within an endless sky
and somebody is watching.
Somebody is looking up at that moon barely catching a trace of it,
perhaps wondering what finally killed the famous “Man.”
The “Man” in the moon committed suicide
and somebody was watching.
Someone saw it happen
and that is how said moon became black.
Reflect back on a time with a moon that used to be
and perhaps is somewhere in some other dimension
or perhaps in some other place in time,
at least as we know it or think we know it ...
A black moon drifts within an endless sky
and somebody is watching.
Somebody is looking up at that moon barely catching a trace of it,
perhaps wondering what finally killed the famous “Man.”
The “Man” in the moon committed suicide
and somebody was watching.
Someone saw it happen
and that is how said moon became black.
Reflect back on a time with a moon that used to be
and perhaps is somewhere in some other dimension
or perhaps in some other place in time,
at least as we know it or think we know it ...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#dark
#hope
#TimeHeals
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2024 9:03am
31st Jul 2024 9:03am
Scratching At My Windows
Scratching At My Windows
Scratching at my windows.
Your voice is in my head.
Tossing, turning throughout the night.
Those final words you said.
Outside the trees wear faces.
Cold lightning makes it day.
The trees, they have those blinking eyes
to watch my mind decay.
I almost had you with me.
You left me only dreams
and now you come to me at night
to rip me at the seams.
Owls keep collecting.
They turn their heads around
somehow wearing sickish smiles.
Through them you watch me...
Scratching at my windows.
Your voice is in my head.
Tossing, turning throughout the night.
Those final words you said.
Outside the trees wear faces.
Cold lightning makes it day.
The trees, they have those blinking eyes
to watch my mind decay.
I almost had you with me.
You left me only dreams
and now you come to me at night
to rip me at the seams.
Owls keep collecting.
They turn their heads around
somehow wearing sickish smiles.
Through them you watch me...
#dark
#heartbroken
#love #sadness
#love #sadness
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jul 2024 9:17am
29th Jul 2024 9:17am
The Bridge
The Bridge
She stood against the jagged cliff
with barely a foothold.
The water in the river crashed
below her fierce and cold.
She looked across to the land
so peaceful and divine.
To reach it she must cross
this bridge aging with decline.
Above the sky was pleasant.
The sun's warmth cradling the air.
Behind her she could hear the screams
of her father's despair.
He wanted her to marry
the Chieftain she did not love.
To run away to find her love
was all she had thought of. ...
She stood against the jagged cliff
with barely a foothold.
The water in the river crashed
below her fierce and cold.
She looked across to the land
so peaceful and divine.
To reach it she must cross
this bridge aging with decline.
Above the sky was pleasant.
The sun's warmth cradling the air.
Behind her she could hear the screams
of her father's despair.
He wanted her to marry
the Chieftain she did not love.
To run away to find her love
was all she had thought of. ...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#love
#sadness
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Jul 2024 2:17am
6th Jul 2024 2:17am
Small Town IGA
Small Town IGA
They always loved Derrick at the IGA.
Derrick worked alone as the small town's butcher each day.
He was always there and he loved working his shift.
Derrick was reliable in spite of seeming adrift.
Some thought Derrick was odd being such a quiet guy.
But most felt Derrick was just a little bit shy.
Some were a little leery with how he worked with the meat
seeming almost obsessed with the process,
cut, slice, package, repeat.
Customers liked Derrick.
They were always pleased with his cuts. ...
They always loved Derrick at the IGA.
Derrick worked alone as the small town's butcher each day.
He was always there and he loved working his shift.
Derrick was reliable in spite of seeming adrift.
Some thought Derrick was odd being such a quiet guy.
But most felt Derrick was just a little bit shy.
Some were a little leery with how he worked with the meat
seeming almost obsessed with the process,
cut, slice, package, repeat.
Customers liked Derrick.
They were always pleased with his cuts. ...
#dark
#horror
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Jun 2024 7:58am
9th Jun 2024 7:58am
The New Game
The New Game
Everyone was excited when the new game was released.
People flocked to the stores,
mostly young people and teens
to grab their own copy
and see what the new game was all about.
No real directions came with the new game
as is the case with most video games today.
Play it for yourself!
Learn as you play and figure it out on your own!
So that is exactly what everyone did
and when the death count began
and that count kept climbing and climbing
the reality of the new game was finally known. ...
Everyone was excited when the new game was released.
People flocked to the stores,
mostly young people and teens
to grab their own copy
and see what the new game was all about.
No real directions came with the new game
as is the case with most video games today.
Play it for yourself!
Learn as you play and figure it out on your own!
So that is exactly what everyone did
and when the death count began
and that count kept climbing and climbing
the reality of the new game was finally known. ...
#dark
#horror
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SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2024 11:08pm
27th May 2024 11:08pm
Getting Schooled
Getting Schooled
As I live I would never
even hurt a fly.
I would go out of my way,
at least give it my best try.
Then these lessons kept on repeating
because I guess I just never learned,
always going out of my way
ending up bloody and burned.
Over and over coming into my life
to be stabbed in the back
by the repetitive knife.
If you keep setting out food
for a stray dog on the street
it will keep coming back
for something to eat.
And I would still feed
even to this...
As I live I would never
even hurt a fly.
I would go out of my way,
at least give it my best try.
Then these lessons kept on repeating
because I guess I just never learned,
always going out of my way
ending up bloody and burned.
Over and over coming into my life
to be stabbed in the back
by the repetitive knife.
If you keep setting out food
for a stray dog on the street
it will keep coming back
for something to eat.
And I would still feed
even to this...
#bittersweet
#frustration
#LifeStruggles
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