Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2021 12:00pm
17th Apr 2021 12:00pm
words
your words as if to the bristles
forming each and every syllable.
wondrous strokes fill the page
so your art is made.
detail controlled by contouring line
wide,
curving then to fine.
adjectives, adverbs
performed to define.
laid out for a display...
capturing in descriptive array.
cast your brush into the abyss
leaving nothing amiss
a kind of magic, formed to a rough draft
the wickening of your craft,
weaving unto me
forcing me not to leave.
gifting me to believe.
forming each and every syllable.
wondrous strokes fill the page
so your art is made.
detail controlled by contouring line
wide,
curving then to fine.
adjectives, adverbs
performed to define.
laid out for a display...
capturing in descriptive array.
cast your brush into the abyss
leaving nothing amiss
a kind of magic, formed to a rough draft
the wickening of your craft,
weaving unto me
forcing me not to leave.
gifting me to believe.
#admiration
545 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Feb 2021 2:39pm
1st Feb 2021 2:39pm
Pretty will next autumn be
i know not how to touch you.
the miles numb my hands.
i know not how to kiss you.
distant my lips, their chill stands.
i know not how to love you.
bleeding forever red,
the heart grows cold.
anticipation,
like snow flakes
dusting upon your heart.
can we both learn,
from the chill,
of this winter’s morn?
can our hearts mend,
what has distance torn?
can the beauty of the bleak
rise up, shelter
causing us to be,
so weary and weak?
...
the miles numb my hands.
i know not how to kiss you.
distant my lips, their chill stands.
i know not how to love you.
bleeding forever red,
the heart grows cold.
anticipation,
like snow flakes
dusting upon your heart.
can we both learn,
from the chill,
of this winter’s morn?
can our hearts mend,
what has distance torn?
can the beauty of the bleak
rise up, shelter
causing us to be,
so weary and weak?
...
#relationships
434 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2021 2:13pm
1st Feb 2021 2:13pm
the seeking
Ah, but I am that mountain
you did seek.
in your search,
you wished upon me
and did I hear your call-
for some years now- it has been your all n all.
i am but a mountain
standing white in snow
and when in summer green is my show
you called and sooner did I appear-
yes, my dear,
now it is we
and time has delivered…
what is to be.
you did seek.
in your search,
you wished upon me
and did I hear your call-
for some years now- it has been your all n all.
i am but a mountain
standing white in snow
and when in summer green is my show
you called and sooner did I appear-
yes, my dear,
now it is we
and time has delivered…
what is to be.
#LifeStruggles
314 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2021 8:36pm
31st Jan 2021 8:36pm
catfish stew
oh, i have no bacon
but in the freezer a ham hock lays.
maybe half way through,
i might be able to dismember it...
cut it through and through.
well, the pot is upon the eye
and the heat has been applied.
as the metal heats
the onion, bell pepper and celery... all diced to the right size.
slightly let me use a drop of oil
to let the vegetables sweat,
growing translucent
on account of the electric moderate heat.
salt, pepper, garlic in granulated form
damn, trying to herd up these...
but in the freezer a ham hock lays.
maybe half way through,
i might be able to dismember it...
cut it through and through.
well, the pot is upon the eye
and the heat has been applied.
as the metal heats
the onion, bell pepper and celery... all diced to the right size.
slightly let me use a drop of oil
to let the vegetables sweat,
growing translucent
on account of the electric moderate heat.
salt, pepper, garlic in granulated form
damn, trying to herd up these...
#inspirational
535 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2021 9:05pm
30th Jan 2021 9:05pm
poetic as a red nosed clown
again, the same.
looking here, looking there.
all appear to be just threadbare.
each word that i express,
never meets the newness test,
i linger and i sigh,
the words, phrases are but nigh.
should i flounder with another try
or simply lay the pen down
giving way
to posturing as a red nosed clown.
as if the classics have said it all.
giving way so that we might pause.
futility,
seemingly,
attempting, to pen as noble a cause.
mirroring expression of life and its drudgery
yet lacking in prolific imagery....
looking here, looking there.
all appear to be just threadbare.
each word that i express,
never meets the newness test,
i linger and i sigh,
the words, phrases are but nigh.
should i flounder with another try
or simply lay the pen down
giving way
to posturing as a red nosed clown.
as if the classics have said it all.
giving way so that we might pause.
futility,
seemingly,
attempting, to pen as noble a cause.
mirroring expression of life and its drudgery
yet lacking in prolific imagery....
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
315 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2021 2:46pm
26th Jan 2021 2:46pm
you
your picture,
along with your eyes....
do something to my mind,
each and every time.
forcing me
as if through a kaleidoscope
perverting me to speak to you in the gentle of sweet rhyme.
your eyes
do trap
as a stick,
i am stuck against a rock,
as the waves do lap.
my pen becomes filled with sap
as it drags its wisdom
in hopes...
of finding that mystical freedom,
oh my dear...
you are my mental,
engraving me to express,
my Temptress.
along with your eyes....
do something to my mind,
each and every time.
forcing me
as if through a kaleidoscope
perverting me to speak to you in the gentle of sweet rhyme.
your eyes
do trap
as a stick,
i am stuck against a rock,
as the waves do lap.
my pen becomes filled with sap
as it drags its wisdom
in hopes...
of finding that mystical freedom,
oh my dear...
you are my mental,
engraving me to express,
my Temptress.
#ForbiddenLove
526 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2020 9:53am
15th Dec 2020 9:53am
gentle the hum
you know i secretly read your words,
noting all you say,
wondering of you through out the day,
wishing i could find the words,
words to have you come out and play,
your character, your mystique
rendering my mind bleak
knowing the words i seek
falling they may, so short, at best could never peak
peak your interest, let...
let alone your breast.
frivolously, i hear your chuckle
as i try to masterfully unbuckle
the wittiest of thought
words so forged, penned, in as mindfully fought.
a cuteness i wish to unveil ...
noting all you say,
wondering of you through out the day,
wishing i could find the words,
words to have you come out and play,
your character, your mystique
rendering my mind bleak
knowing the words i seek
falling they may, so short, at best could never peak
peak your interest, let...
let alone your breast.
frivolously, i hear your chuckle
as i try to masterfully unbuckle
the wittiest of thought
words so forged, penned, in as mindfully fought.
a cuteness i wish to unveil ...
#sadness
#UnrequitedLove
373 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2020 3:08pm
13th Sep 2020 3:08pm
answer to a puzzle
neatly would they fit
all the pieces totaling the sum
yet fitting the missing of some.
constantly twisting and turning
each formulating the mismatched
the reciprocal in tune with what it lacks.
destine is the path,
a journey not without personal wrath.
peace by peace
lays the border
to place with such craft
puzzling is the center
meandering as if to need life's raft.
all the pieces totaling the sum
yet fitting the missing of some.
constantly twisting and turning
each formulating the mismatched
the reciprocal in tune with what it lacks.
destine is the path,
a journey not without personal wrath.
peace by peace
lays the border
to place with such craft
puzzling is the center
meandering as if to need life's raft.
#PowerOfWords
460 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2020 2:32pm
13th Sep 2020 2:32pm
within the glass
do they notice?
notice,
the golden
the ratio
the golden mean
the formula in which one has schemed.
the rule of thirds
the criss cross
the spot of each and every mark
the bubbles and the rocks
the foliage and the wood
if only they should.
tossing the stones
dropping as they may
releasing an environment to play
substrating the base
etching a pattern, as if, to lace
orchestrating the flora
manufacturing an aurora
mixing,
matching pebbles and grains
may the artistry compliment the plan ...
notice,
the golden
the ratio
the golden mean
the formula in which one has schemed.
the rule of thirds
the criss cross
the spot of each and every mark
the bubbles and the rocks
the foliage and the wood
if only they should.
tossing the stones
dropping as they may
releasing an environment to play
substrating the base
etching a pattern, as if, to lace
orchestrating the flora
manufacturing an aurora
mixing,
matching pebbles and grains
may the artistry compliment the plan ...
#wisdom
349 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Sep 2020 2:06pm
8th Sep 2020 2:06pm
can i get a witness….
The firmness of which your desire
Is it in reciprocation from commands of your sire?
The pleasant calming of his voice
Knowing you have by no choice
Your wrist meticulously bound
Yet you best not utter a sound…
Your mind dutifully memorizing
Awaiting pleasure forthcoming and mesmerizing
Your eyes following my hand
Trusting but flinching with but a command
Unbutton your blouse my child
Open and show me of you, the wild
Whisper to me
Tell me of your inner wilds that be
Paint with words for me to see…
Shall I leave you...
Is it in reciprocation from commands of your sire?
The pleasant calming of his voice
Knowing you have by no choice
Your wrist meticulously bound
Yet you best not utter a sound…
Your mind dutifully memorizing
Awaiting pleasure forthcoming and mesmerizing
Your eyes following my hand
Trusting but flinching with but a command
Unbutton your blouse my child
Open and show me of you, the wild
Whisper to me
Tell me of your inner wilds that be
Paint with words for me to see…
Shall I leave you...
#erotic
#philosophical
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