Submissions by mikemason (White Tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
~ I'm an artist, writer, poet, photographer and crazy creative creature ~
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2017 6:29pm
5th Apr 2017 6:29pm
polychrome dreams ( 3 haikus )
leaves float, spiral down
veiled eyes view polychrome dreams
winds whisper warm sleep...
...unconscious creek flows
through mind-stream tributaries
spill into thought pools...
...dreams dissolve as mist
lustrous vistas evanesce
upon wakening.
veiled eyes view polychrome dreams
winds whisper warm sleep...
...unconscious creek flows
through mind-stream tributaries
spill into thought pools...
...dreams dissolve as mist
lustrous vistas evanesce
upon wakening.
450 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Apr 2017 6:26pm
5th Apr 2017 6:26pm
Killer Memories (Part 1 - "Killing my cat")
The night my bastard step-dad killed my cat
he murdered my inner child.
That chapter of my life had been
secretly tucked away under lock and key
in my beat up diary kept
when I was ten years old.
Just recently stumbled upon it,
while thumbing through paper memories
of those old forgotten traumas they
began to sting like stitches getting
ripped apart as each recorded thought
unfolded I focused on one
tear-stained entry sending me
right back to that tragic night.
...
he murdered my inner child.
That chapter of my life had been
secretly tucked away under lock and key
in my beat up diary kept
when I was ten years old.
Just recently stumbled upon it,
while thumbing through paper memories
of those old forgotten traumas they
began to sting like stitches getting
ripped apart as each recorded thought
unfolded I focused on one
tear-stained entry sending me
right back to that tragic night.
...
575 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2017 4:45pm
3rd Apr 2017 4:45pm
The Raven
Bird of evil, death and night
are but fables taking flight.
Silhouette against the sky,
sable shadow flying high.
On her guard and always wary,
thought to flock a cemetery.
Wise beyond her feathered years,
soars above those foolish fears.
Sleek black beauty, ebony,
darkest for the world to see.
Her cackle mocks her evil myth,
her curse is nothing but a gift.
The raven, it was told to me
is closer to pure poetry.
are but fables taking flight.
Silhouette against the sky,
sable shadow flying high.
On her guard and always wary,
thought to flock a cemetery.
Wise beyond her feathered years,
soars above those foolish fears.
Sleek black beauty, ebony,
darkest for the world to see.
Her cackle mocks her evil myth,
her curse is nothing but a gift.
The raven, it was told to me
is closer to pure poetry.
475 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2017 4:42pm
3rd Apr 2017 4:42pm
full moon bleeding
Men abandon sound reason
go where life and death convene,
a place where lost, decaying hopes
fester evil in between.
Winds blow stench of humans' sins
warning strangers to beware,
the smell of fear now draws near
and suffocates the foul air.
Moon's bleeding, mental lesions
ache and percolate inside,
decomposing bodies taunt
those who thus far haven't died.
Ravaged corpses spilled on streets
carnage of a vengeance curse,
withered wills of nervous men
in drowning fear they're immersed.
...
go where life and death convene,
a place where lost, decaying hopes
fester evil in between.
Winds blow stench of humans' sins
warning strangers to beware,
the smell of fear now draws near
and suffocates the foul air.
Moon's bleeding, mental lesions
ache and percolate inside,
decomposing bodies taunt
those who thus far haven't died.
Ravaged corpses spilled on streets
carnage of a vengeance curse,
withered wills of nervous men
in drowning fear they're immersed.
...
547 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
1st Apr 2017 10:20pm
1st Apr 2017 10:20pm
Hummel the Harvest Mouse
Hummel is a solitary Harvest Mouse,
who lives in a hole under somebody’s house.
He knows he must go to his garden soon,
to gather his food in the light of the moon.
When tomorrow night comes the ground will frost,
and all of his food will be damaged and lost.
He stores away vegetables to make them last,
until after the winter months have passed.
When the evening sun sets down below,
a rising moon shines with an orange glow.
Hummel then grabs his shovel and string,
and begins the long task of harvesting.
...
who lives in a hole under somebody’s house.
He knows he must go to his garden soon,
to gather his food in the light of the moon.
When tomorrow night comes the ground will frost,
and all of his food will be damaged and lost.
He stores away vegetables to make them last,
until after the winter months have passed.
When the evening sun sets down below,
a rising moon shines with an orange glow.
Hummel then grabs his shovel and string,
and begins the long task of harvesting.
...
581 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Apr 2017 10:19pm
1st Apr 2017 10:19pm
A bird forgot how to fly one day
A bird forgot how to fly one day
lost in a canyon, the ground up above,
he stared at the sky and tried to remember
what made him a non-flying dove.
He didn't know how to live so far down
it was strange and did not look the same,
what a burden it is to be carrying wings
when the wings that you carry are lame.
The poor little dove got very depressed
he was stressed out and so lonely,
no other birds had forgotten to fly
he was the one and the only.
One day when a crow flew down to the canyon
the dove went to tell...
lost in a canyon, the ground up above,
he stared at the sky and tried to remember
what made him a non-flying dove.
He didn't know how to live so far down
it was strange and did not look the same,
what a burden it is to be carrying wings
when the wings that you carry are lame.
The poor little dove got very depressed
he was stressed out and so lonely,
no other birds had forgotten to fly
he was the one and the only.
One day when a crow flew down to the canyon
the dove went to tell...
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STORY POEM
Published
1st Apr 2017 2:51am
1st Apr 2017 2:51am
Sparky the Firefly
I’m Sparky the Firefly
my tail is so bright,
it blinks on and off
all day and all night.
As I fly through the woods
and look down below,
I see my friends waving
and saying ‘Hello’.
There’s Grandaddy Longlegs
a wise, old spider,
with Bibi, the Ladybug
and Rose right beside her.
Good morning my friends
it’s so great to see you,
let’s all play a game
we'll have fun as we do.”
But Bibi said, “Sparky,
right now we can’t play,
we all have to do our
Spring cleaning today.
...
my tail is so bright,
it blinks on and off
all day and all night.
As I fly through the woods
and look down below,
I see my friends waving
and saying ‘Hello’.
There’s Grandaddy Longlegs
a wise, old spider,
with Bibi, the Ladybug
and Rose right beside her.
Good morning my friends
it’s so great to see you,
let’s all play a game
we'll have fun as we do.”
But Bibi said, “Sparky,
right now we can’t play,
we all have to do our
Spring cleaning today.
...
487 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
1st Apr 2017 2:46am
1st Apr 2017 2:46am
Bibi the Ladybug
I’m Bibi the Ladybug
a cute little one,
I have dazzling colors
that shine in the sun.
Today is so special,”
said a grinning Bibi,
"I’m having a birthday,
today I'll be three!
My friends planned a party
they all will be there,
I have to look fabulous
but what will I wear?
I'll put on some jewelry
and red high-heel shoes,
I’ll wear lots of make-up,
how much should I use?”
When Bibi was done
she just wasn’t the same,
she changed her whole look
and even her name.
...
a cute little one,
I have dazzling colors
that shine in the sun.
Today is so special,”
said a grinning Bibi,
"I’m having a birthday,
today I'll be three!
My friends planned a party
they all will be there,
I have to look fabulous
but what will I wear?
I'll put on some jewelry
and red high-heel shoes,
I’ll wear lots of make-up,
how much should I use?”
When Bibi was done
she just wasn’t the same,
she changed her whole look
and even her name.
...
#friendship
#identity
#birthday
#rhyming
#narrative
570 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2017 11:55pm
30th Mar 2017 11:55pm
Bitch I'm fierce!
Bitch, I'm fierce in these heels
pumped so high it's unreal
guess I don't need no stage.
Rockin' that bright hot pink wig
on a dude who's so big
is a look that's man-made.
Go 'head stare all you want
gonna see this girl flaunt
her stuff's one of a kind,
Don't you dare disrespect
think my life's a train wreck?
then you're no friend of mine.
I light up the whole club
I can tear your heart up
and then eat you for dinner,
I'm a drag who can sing,
can impersonate things ...
pumped so high it's unreal
guess I don't need no stage.
Rockin' that bright hot pink wig
on a dude who's so big
is a look that's man-made.
Go 'head stare all you want
gonna see this girl flaunt
her stuff's one of a kind,
Don't you dare disrespect
think my life's a train wreck?
then you're no friend of mine.
I light up the whole club
I can tear your heart up
and then eat you for dinner,
I'm a drag who can sing,
can impersonate things ...
544 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Mar 2017 11:53pm
30th Mar 2017 11:53pm
beyond the ridge of consciousness
In a dream I walked across
a rainbow bridge and my small dog
was running fast to greet me;
bouncing, prancing as if to say
'I missed you, wherever have you been?'
I crouched down as he planted
his front paws on my knee,
tail wagging briskly, his gaping mouth
allowing his tongue to hang outside
his goofy grin.
With serenity he stared at me
but also seemed to focus on something
well beyond this world with a wistful, starry gaze.
A dog can smile with just his eyes
and sing a song for days.
I can...
a rainbow bridge and my small dog
was running fast to greet me;
bouncing, prancing as if to say
'I missed you, wherever have you been?'
I crouched down as he planted
his front paws on my knee,
tail wagging briskly, his gaping mouth
allowing his tongue to hang outside
his goofy grin.
With serenity he stared at me
but also seemed to focus on something
well beyond this world with a wistful, starry gaze.
A dog can smile with just his eyes
and sing a song for days.
I can...
472 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2017 9:21pm
29th Mar 2017 9:21pm
Watercolors
Falling leaves twirl and twist
in cascading whirlpools,
floating down to rest on
cluttered ground.
Competing colors grasping, reaching,
bleeding reds seeping in to
dripping dew of new leaves
falling down.
Trees stand tall with naked limbs
grasping, shaking, stretching,
hailing clouds within a
hazy sky.
Wind-song whispers whisked away
to warn the moon of
blusters blowing in to
grip the night.
in cascading whirlpools,
floating down to rest on
cluttered ground.
Competing colors grasping, reaching,
bleeding reds seeping in to
dripping dew of new leaves
falling down.
Trees stand tall with naked limbs
grasping, shaking, stretching,
hailing clouds within a
hazy sky.
Wind-song whispers whisked away
to warn the moon of
blusters blowing in to
grip the night.
494 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
29th Mar 2017 8:44pm
29th Mar 2017 8:44pm
Tempting the Tempest
Witnessed once a wondrous scene
nature's barrage beyond compare,
from whence they came or brewed
their rage - I was of no aware.
It began with churning whirlwinds
stirring fears across state lines,
saw massive clouds descend a
darkness on this heart of mine.
By mid-day; veiled in blackness
with backdrop of shrouded wall,
great tempest silhouetted
slice of sky with rolling squall.
Tornado flirted, taunting earth
but would not touch down yet,
that twister spawned a sister
they both...
nature's barrage beyond compare,
from whence they came or brewed
their rage - I was of no aware.
It began with churning whirlwinds
stirring fears across state lines,
saw massive clouds descend a
darkness on this heart of mine.
By mid-day; veiled in blackness
with backdrop of shrouded wall,
great tempest silhouetted
slice of sky with rolling squall.
Tornado flirted, taunting earth
but would not touch down yet,
that twister spawned a sister
they both...
534 reads
1 Comment
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