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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Because poetry is a form of self-expression that can communicate emotion beyond a pre-defined vocabulary, I appreciate the ability to share and be shared with. I am not a poet. I am looking for honest criticism. I will answer questions if requested.
SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2020 3:29am
22nd May 2020 3:29am
The House on the Hill
There is a house on the hilltop
just above the east cove
whose lights are seen by all
travelers at sea and settlers below
in admiration and insecurity
every eye esteems
the house on the hill.
There is a house on the hilltop
with a heavy-locked door
whose path trails green and thin
a garden overgrown and windows weary
a moat of metal keeps wanderers at bay
they dare not disturb
the house on the hill.
There is a house on the hilltop
drowning above the sea
with walls thick and barren
hallow rooms...
just above the east cove
whose lights are seen by all
travelers at sea and settlers below
in admiration and insecurity
every eye esteems
the house on the hill.
There is a house on the hilltop
with a heavy-locked door
whose path trails green and thin
a garden overgrown and windows weary
a moat of metal keeps wanderers at bay
they dare not disturb
the house on the hill.
There is a house on the hilltop
drowning above the sea
with walls thick and barren
hallow rooms...
#loneliness
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection #philosophical
#SelfReflection #philosophical
244 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2020 4:47am
5th Apr 2020 4:47am
"Week At A Glance"
Nights of transgression-
a moth to Love's desire;
man alone feels none.
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Awake to feel your
faceless satisfaction in
a bed made for two.
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I was never told
that a heart of vacancy
can still be broken.
a moth to Love's desire;
man alone feels none.
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Awake to feel your
faceless satisfaction in
a bed made for two.
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I was never told
that a heart of vacancy
can still be broken.
#grief
#loneliness
#senryu
#emptiness
#temptation
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 3:22pm
29th Mar 2020 3:22pm
Me, Myself, and I
I wandered and found
a revolving addiction
to introspection
a revolving addiction
to introspection
#senryu
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
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0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 4:08am
29th Mar 2020 4:08am
I will wait for you.
I have made a choice,
though not of recent-
a promise from
a time or two;
I will wait for you.
To withdraw my heart-
deny my nature,
and let it sing
a well-known tune;
I will wait for you.
Until the nights are short,
the days no less,
and we sing together
in the dream of June;
I will wait for you.
though not of recent-
a promise from
a time or two;
I will wait for you.
To withdraw my heart-
deny my nature,
and let it sing
a well-known tune;
I will wait for you.
Until the nights are short,
the days no less,
and we sing together
in the dream of June;
I will wait for you.
#love
#loneliness
#hope
#dreams
#spiritual
343 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 3:01am
29th Mar 2020 3:01am
There is a stranger,
There is a stranger,
at my door.
A gentle tapping, tapping;
With force to pin me
to my floor.
I've heard this stranger,
a time before.
I lie and listen-
tapping, still.
Never before have I
opened that door.
I dread this stranger,
all the more.
I think not,
I am not-
I do not know.
For though my light was off,
Love,
has found my home.
at my door.
A gentle tapping, tapping;
With force to pin me
to my floor.
I've heard this stranger,
a time before.
I lie and listen-
tapping, still.
Never before have I
opened that door.
I dread this stranger,
all the more.
I think not,
I am not-
I do not know.
For though my light was off,
Love,
has found my home.
#loneliness
#confusion
#emotions
326 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 11:02pm
27th Mar 2020 11:02pm
Funny thing, a window-
Funny thing, a window-
The gate between thought
and feeling;
To see a life that could
be lived-
Wandering, unaware of its
being.
To be on the outside
dwelling in,
Is no less than an honest
sin.
I fear the cold,
I fear the rain;
But most of all,
I fear to never know pain.
The gate between thought
and feeling;
To see a life that could
be lived-
Wandering, unaware of its
being.
To be on the outside
dwelling in,
Is no less than an honest
sin.
I fear the cold,
I fear the rain;
But most of all,
I fear to never know pain.
#loneliness
#dark
#PowerOfWords #SelfReflection
#PowerOfWords #SelfReflection
365 reads
10 Comments
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