Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2021 2:36pm
30th Aug 2021 2:36pm
just a thought
today,
it is like casting a pebble into a pool of still water
hoping the ripples will come back to my shore,
yet i just went over the waterfall...
the ripples joined the current, giving a last nudge.
then tomorrow...so it will come.
it is like casting a pebble into a pool of still water
hoping the ripples will come back to my shore,
yet i just went over the waterfall...
the ripples joined the current, giving a last nudge.
then tomorrow...so it will come.
#SelfReflection
#meditation
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2021 9:58pm
17th Aug 2021 9:58pm
here is a day
day in this life
i wonder if like every day
to glance, a look
a pawn hoping to advance to a rook.
when you wake
do you stretch
or do you roll.
on your stomach, your back as you unfold.
the morning's light has just broken through
what is the first thing you do?
do your nipples run across your tee,
is that too rude?
or are you naked in the nude.
should i stop there...
maybe conclude.
but you know my imagination can get quite lewd.
tell me of your thought...
in the day's prelude...
and so...
here...
i wonder if like every day
to glance, a look
a pawn hoping to advance to a rook.
when you wake
do you stretch
or do you roll.
on your stomach, your back as you unfold.
the morning's light has just broken through
what is the first thing you do?
do your nipples run across your tee,
is that too rude?
or are you naked in the nude.
should i stop there...
maybe conclude.
but you know my imagination can get quite lewd.
tell me of your thought...
in the day's prelude...
and so...
here...
#UnrequitedLove
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2021 2:30pm
16th Aug 2021 2:30pm
distant shores
If the sun shines no more,
let me be on your shore...
for the blindness,
in a man,
makes him lost
yet the wisdom that comes from all his pain,
gifts the help, the reasoning, so momentarily explained.
let me be on your shore...
for the blindness,
in a man,
makes him lost
yet the wisdom that comes from all his pain,
gifts the help, the reasoning, so momentarily explained.
#SelfReflection
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2021 1:49pm
15th Aug 2021 1:49pm
why, we bother
life is made to saunter
but often comes with the barter
in a time were no one seems to bother
it would be wise to once again wander.
i vision those with a quill
those of the path as they, slow to the hill
upon the narrows, their mind gifted by nature's thrill
and upon that hill, seated, so the quill does spill.
the dance and the scribble, the description so the reader finds fill
the passion of the mind grinds away as each word is milled.
the end of the day...sunset comes to place a seal
a reminder as he starts down the hill ...
but often comes with the barter
in a time were no one seems to bother
it would be wise to once again wander.
i vision those with a quill
those of the path as they, slow to the hill
upon the narrows, their mind gifted by nature's thrill
and upon that hill, seated, so the quill does spill.
the dance and the scribble, the description so the reader finds fill
the passion of the mind grinds away as each word is milled.
the end of the day...sunset comes to place a seal
a reminder as he starts down the hill ...
#WritingPoetry
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2021 12:20pm
13th Aug 2021 12:20pm
yes, i did...
i did awake around two.
i glimpsed for a moment, even two,
to see what you might have written, for i too had no clue.
yet you had not risen from your deserving sleep
to write and with your words to speak.
so what would i write to you?
why would i spend moments on these keys
the modern day quill...
to write what might thrill.
for i have no clue of you...
perhaps it is destiny, perhaps it is free will.
maybe even prudence that i grasp the poet's proverbial quill.
the sun has risen for one more day.
a future sure to behold.
a...
i glimpsed for a moment, even two,
to see what you might have written, for i too had no clue.
yet you had not risen from your deserving sleep
to write and with your words to speak.
so what would i write to you?
why would i spend moments on these keys
the modern day quill...
to write what might thrill.
for i have no clue of you...
perhaps it is destiny, perhaps it is free will.
maybe even prudence that i grasp the poet's proverbial quill.
the sun has risen for one more day.
a future sure to behold.
a...
#hope
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2021 4:40pm
12th Aug 2021 4:40pm
ode
an ode to 3am thoughts
stirring but not lost
rhythmic as a butterfly's net
only to catch if i so try ...hmm,
i can not but for a moment to you lie.
i too have thoughts upon the chime of that hour of three.
how i hang on them
how when i put them to rhyme, they make me free.
the meter and the flow
back to sleep i do go.
for in an hours time, the chime becomes four...
only to have more words, knocking upon my dream's door.
stirring but not lost
rhythmic as a butterfly's net
only to catch if i so try ...hmm,
i can not but for a moment to you lie.
i too have thoughts upon the chime of that hour of three.
how i hang on them
how when i put them to rhyme, they make me free.
the meter and the flow
back to sleep i do go.
for in an hours time, the chime becomes four...
only to have more words, knocking upon my dream's door.
#dreams
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th May 2021 4:24pm
5th May 2021 4:24pm
clever, the muse
your rhymes are so sweet, my precious muse
how could any man refuse
the idea of wet,
moist i am sure, i would bet.
for you to be a muse...
the chance i would not dare to lose.
but if i could put a spell
i might conjure up, at my will
the possession of your mind,
let it take me on a trip,
a path that would be curvy and that would wind.
take me to your imagination...
tell me of your head, and that drinkable wine.
let me earn,
let me learn,
how all your sweetness could produce, what i might yearn.
how could any man refuse
the idea of wet,
moist i am sure, i would bet.
for you to be a muse...
the chance i would not dare to lose.
but if i could put a spell
i might conjure up, at my will
the possession of your mind,
let it take me on a trip,
a path that would be curvy and that would wind.
take me to your imagination...
tell me of your head, and that drinkable wine.
let me earn,
let me learn,
how all your sweetness could produce, what i might yearn.
#lust
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th May 2021 8:19pm
4th May 2021 8:19pm
so is May
the winds bring in
whispering for all to begin
a glow comes from the night
drifting a magic of passionate delight
once more the return
from the ground the ferns...
green slender spore filled fronds
as all in rapture, being to spawn.
twisted in love
the continued union of trust
coveted from spring watered dust
spinning round and round,
the petals of bloom braided in, so to speak
oh, the auburn in your hair
radiating beams as the moon seeks.
the ritual spun in desire
from May's bright fire.
the handfastings,...
whispering for all to begin
a glow comes from the night
drifting a magic of passionate delight
once more the return
from the ground the ferns...
green slender spore filled fronds
as all in rapture, being to spawn.
twisted in love
the continued union of trust
coveted from spring watered dust
spinning round and round,
the petals of bloom braided in, so to speak
oh, the auburn in your hair
radiating beams as the moon seeks.
the ritual spun in desire
from May's bright fire.
the handfastings,...
#spiritual
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd May 2021 11:05pm
2nd May 2021 11:05pm
a thought or two
was it with invisible ink
well i don't know,
let me think.
plotted and dotted
upon its axis...
i did let it rest.
i placed with care
but to me i was unaware
the ink must have been a mark,
just so black and with such a fine blade,
seems to scar,
is it erasable?
i jest it is quite indelible...
look what a hole that it has made.
could it be mended?
oh surely, i don't know,
i am afraid,
as i sat it here,
i said,
to plot on such an axis
how would anyone dare?
for it is as...
well i don't know,
let me think.
plotted and dotted
upon its axis...
i did let it rest.
i placed with care
but to me i was unaware
the ink must have been a mark,
just so black and with such a fine blade,
seems to scar,
is it erasable?
i jest it is quite indelible...
look what a hole that it has made.
could it be mended?
oh surely, i don't know,
i am afraid,
as i sat it here,
i said,
to plot on such an axis
how would anyone dare?
for it is as...
#love
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STORY POEM
Published
1st May 2021 1:40am
1st May 2021 1:40am
during the sleep
I slept.
the rain was nice to hear last night.
such thoughts roamed through my mind.
as if, the beast had started his hunt.
movement so deliberate.
cutting eyes piercing the woods.
the panting quiets as the heart races.
the crouch,
as the sleek body blends amongst the trees.
the wanting prey.
solemn, a mystic trance.
the pounce of the beast tears flesh.
the exuberance of passion as the submissive folds into the grasp.
as all… is at a stand still.
my mind wonders,
the rhythmic sound of raindrops,
would this be...
the rain was nice to hear last night.
such thoughts roamed through my mind.
as if, the beast had started his hunt.
movement so deliberate.
cutting eyes piercing the woods.
the panting quiets as the heart races.
the crouch,
as the sleek body blends amongst the trees.
the wanting prey.
solemn, a mystic trance.
the pounce of the beast tears flesh.
the exuberance of passion as the submissive folds into the grasp.
as all… is at a stand still.
my mind wonders,
the rhythmic sound of raindrops,
would this be...
#passion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2021 1:32am
1st May 2021 1:32am
the phone
Sometimes,
when it is late,
to others it’s early.
I pick up the phone....
pressing the numbers,
waiting on that tone.
I know you are busy,
maybe, not even alone.
but,
after four rings.....
the gentle within your voice.
a gift
those seven numbers,
I touched by choice.
when it is late,
to others it’s early.
I pick up the phone....
pressing the numbers,
waiting on that tone.
I know you are busy,
maybe, not even alone.
but,
after four rings.....
the gentle within your voice.
a gift
those seven numbers,
I touched by choice.
#TimeHeals
#emotions
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2021 2:22pm
27th Apr 2021 2:22pm
imagination
spring was last tuesday
if it concerns you,
and with just days before May,
these are the ramblings that seem to come my way.
the scratching of the quill
the flow of the ink.... are,
but prose upon a page.
each line seeks a thrill
but to some remains only as a pill.
the sweat soaked journal
the blotches,
frayed, the reminiscent of each dot
oh the cost, the worth...not.
branches of the imagination
as a tree
from where
all one's roots become formed.
the words begin to dance
in...
if it concerns you,
and with just days before May,
these are the ramblings that seem to come my way.
the scratching of the quill
the flow of the ink.... are,
but prose upon a page.
each line seeks a thrill
but to some remains only as a pill.
the sweat soaked journal
the blotches,
frayed, the reminiscent of each dot
oh the cost, the worth...not.
branches of the imagination
as a tree
from where
all one's roots become formed.
the words begin to dance
in...
#confessional
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