Submissions by niknshell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Not sure if I have a style..I often just write off the cuff and go whatever direction the wind leads me.
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2014 4:55pm
17th Jun 2014 4:55pm
Recollections
Simply passing along the day...
interesting remnants of times past
makes their way to the surface.
Whether it is the reading of a poem,
the voice of another,
that one song that never fails,
or maybe its the delectable vision
of someone else similar...
Recollections
of times,
smells,
and touches
Seem to replay in looped succession
never ending mental simulations
that increase to physical
manually accelerated
manifested
recollections....
in a loop succession.......
interesting remnants of times past
makes their way to the surface.
Whether it is the reading of a poem,
the voice of another,
that one song that never fails,
or maybe its the delectable vision
of someone else similar...
Recollections
of times,
smells,
and touches
Seem to replay in looped succession
never ending mental simulations
that increase to physical
manually accelerated
manifested
recollections....
in a loop succession.......
834 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2014 2:12pm
8th May 2014 2:12pm
My Little....no longer
The silhouette is expanding...
The swells and curvatures of
the landscape are
Maturing before my eyes.
I can remember the days as
small seedling...
Taking in the world around...
Now expanding presence allows for you
to now longer just take in
but also give to the world...
Even so,
Still visible is room for growth
It is my pleasure and honor to watch
you,
my son...
Make your
mark,
path,
life....
The swells and curvatures of
the landscape are
Maturing before my eyes.
I can remember the days as
small seedling...
Taking in the world around...
Now expanding presence allows for you
to now longer just take in
but also give to the world...
Even so,
Still visible is room for growth
It is my pleasure and honor to watch
you,
my son...
Make your
mark,
path,
life....
1082 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th May 2014 7:12pm
7th May 2014 7:12pm
"Hypothetically Speaking"
SO if I said let's be true..
could you?
If I asked you to place your heart
not in my hand...
but right on the table
would you?
If I asked you to count your blessings
are you able?
If I questioned your truth,
what would you do?
If I lost the ability to fight,
for us,
what could you do?
If I could no longer see the spark at the end
of the tunnel...what questions would you have?
If I asked you to let me go...
could you?
Hypothetically speaking...
could you?
If I asked you to place your heart
not in my hand...
but right on the table
would you?
If I asked you to count your blessings
are you able?
If I questioned your truth,
what would you do?
If I lost the ability to fight,
for us,
what could you do?
If I could no longer see the spark at the end
of the tunnel...what questions would you have?
If I asked you to let me go...
could you?
Hypothetically speaking...
971 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2014 2:07pm
21st Apr 2014 2:07pm
This day....
The skies have always been my solace
Looking up to read and receive what
is for me.
I have seen anger in the skies,
a reflection of internal turmoil, that turned
into reflective rays before my eyes...
a reminder that change will come.
I have seen forgiveness in the skies, not for others,
but for myself..letting go and letting in.
I have seen strength and resilience in the worlds above, a reminder to me to never let go of...
You?
US?
The fuzziness I was seeing is now...
Looking up to read and receive what
is for me.
I have seen anger in the skies,
a reflection of internal turmoil, that turned
into reflective rays before my eyes...
a reminder that change will come.
I have seen forgiveness in the skies, not for others,
but for myself..letting go and letting in.
I have seen strength and resilience in the worlds above, a reminder to me to never let go of...
You?
US?
The fuzziness I was seeing is now...
1044 reads
18 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 8:47pm
4th Apr 2014 8:47pm
Exhale
There comes a point...
a point where the inspiration
of life...
of the daily grinds...
of the silver linings...
As deep and even as shallow
as you go...
Never seems to be in sync.
Mental distillations become
Physical manifestations..
which
if allowed
become a personal crucifixion
of self doing....
The reversal of this..
is simple...
No more waiting...
Just exhale!
a point where the inspiration
of life...
of the daily grinds...
of the silver linings...
As deep and even as shallow
as you go...
Never seems to be in sync.
Mental distillations become
Physical manifestations..
which
if allowed
become a personal crucifixion
of self doing....
The reversal of this..
is simple...
No more waiting...
Just exhale!
896 reads
20 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2014 2:31pm
24th Mar 2014 2:31pm
Stalemate
Stale:
old, past gone, unused, discarded...
Mate:
partner, acquaintance, comrade, foe...
Stalemate:
tie, roadblock, unfinished, winless
Relational stalemate-
Marriage.......................
old, past gone, unused, discarded...
Mate:
partner, acquaintance, comrade, foe...
Stalemate:
tie, roadblock, unfinished, winless
Relational stalemate-
Marriage.......................
791 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 2:36pm
17th Mar 2014 2:36pm
Dancing clouds
Dreams
Are just that dreams...
or are they aspiration and thoughts..
striving to become a reality?
My reality is sometimes
Wanting, loving, and
holding on...
actually creating a
noose..
that is fit so snuggly..
that the littlest of movements
create a choke hold
My reality becomes stark...
a realization that by letting go..
I am really letting myself
BE,
This foresight will one day be my hindsight..
Goodbye dreams..till we meet again.
Are just that dreams...
or are they aspiration and thoughts..
striving to become a reality?
My reality is sometimes
Wanting, loving, and
holding on...
actually creating a
noose..
that is fit so snuggly..
that the littlest of movements
create a choke hold
My reality becomes stark...
a realization that by letting go..
I am really letting myself
BE,
This foresight will one day be my hindsight..
Goodbye dreams..till we meet again.
897 reads
19 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 12:49pm
17th Mar 2014 12:49pm
When Did I?
I question at what point...
Did I know?
Followed by inquisitions regarding
When did I stop being enough for you..
or was I ever?
These questions are followed by suspicions
that lead to nowhere...
because the roads are closed.
Of course this creates
a nasty
cycle of self doubt, fatigue, and
endless hindsight phenoms--but for what?
Even if I knew the "point"
What would it matter?
Desiring a connection so strong-
the sun and moon get jealous.
Yearning for the knowledge
of
ones's heart heart without...
Did I know?
Followed by inquisitions regarding
When did I stop being enough for you..
or was I ever?
These questions are followed by suspicions
that lead to nowhere...
because the roads are closed.
Of course this creates
a nasty
cycle of self doubt, fatigue, and
endless hindsight phenoms--but for what?
Even if I knew the "point"
What would it matter?
Desiring a connection so strong-
the sun and moon get jealous.
Yearning for the knowledge
of
ones's heart heart without...
695 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 4:53pm
26th Feb 2014 4:53pm
Me between--thoughts illicited from JJJay Against the Wall
Against the wall
Between the hardness of
the wall
and you
I feel myself
Once again...
without
inhibition...
Ready and willing
to try,share, and learn
it all
over and over...
Closing my eyes
to let me
FEEL...
traces of you
are everywhere
at once.
The sounds of
deep bass
and alto moans
mixed in
with the
staccato soprano
notes of surprised
deliciousness..
Finished?
mmmmmmm....
Not with me
between
you
and
the
wall...
It's just beginning
Between the hardness of
the wall
and you
I feel myself
Once again...
without
inhibition...
Ready and willing
to try,share, and learn
it all
over and over...
Closing my eyes
to let me
FEEL...
traces of you
are everywhere
at once.
The sounds of
deep bass
and alto moans
mixed in
with the
staccato soprano
notes of surprised
deliciousness..
Finished?
mmmmmmm....
Not with me
between
you
and
the
wall...
It's just beginning
1087 reads
23 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Feb 2014 8:49pm
25th Feb 2014 8:49pm
Eliminate
Ponderances of rehearsed lines...
Expressions of thoughts and desires...
ohhh so neatly described
and
forthcoming...in my mind.
The reality of above said lines...
that is different.
Once the space of
time,
distractions,
and
place are closed...
Then the remarkably
eloquently expressive
seductive, wanton, lustful
becomes
Quiet...
Silent...
Simply requesting by looks
to have that space...
Eliminated.
To have
YOU.
Expressions of thoughts and desires...
ohhh so neatly described
and
forthcoming...in my mind.
The reality of above said lines...
that is different.
Once the space of
time,
distractions,
and
place are closed...
Then the remarkably
eloquently expressive
seductive, wanton, lustful
becomes
Quiet...
Silent...
Simply requesting by looks
to have that space...
Eliminated.
To have
YOU.
694 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 6:38pm
24th Feb 2014 6:38pm
Cucumbers
Cucumbers taste better pickled
For some....
Daylight comes as a curse from the nights
blissful slumber of relinquished worries now alive
Others could say
The nights covering brings on disguises
and unbridled falsehoods,
that can borderline break a person's
sense of reality
until the day breaks
For some
The floating in water can bring
a sense of
relaxation, losing all resistance
Whereas those on the other side
are unable to embrace the float..
for it is to closely related to letting go.
Too much to lay...
For some....
Daylight comes as a curse from the nights
blissful slumber of relinquished worries now alive
Others could say
The nights covering brings on disguises
and unbridled falsehoods,
that can borderline break a person's
sense of reality
until the day breaks
For some
The floating in water can bring
a sense of
relaxation, losing all resistance
Whereas those on the other side
are unable to embrace the float..
for it is to closely related to letting go.
Too much to lay...
690 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 6:33pm
24th Feb 2014 6:33pm
Hidden artist
There's an artist I know-
creative, instinctual, and robust
Though it seems
the road of life
adventurous trials and losses
Create
Clouds of discord
Disconnection of sorts
a severance from the
roots
the center of being
There's an artist I know
Modest and humble
Yet do not be deceived
the cover or the attempt of
can not hide
the elegant eloquence
that the
journeys are shaping
There's an artist I know
who dampened her light
even attempted to extinguish it all
but the pilot light does not die..
it...
creative, instinctual, and robust
Though it seems
the road of life
adventurous trials and losses
Create
Clouds of discord
Disconnection of sorts
a severance from the
roots
the center of being
There's an artist I know
Modest and humble
Yet do not be deceived
the cover or the attempt of
can not hide
the elegant eloquence
that the
journeys are shaping
There's an artist I know
who dampened her light
even attempted to extinguish it all
but the pilot light does not die..
it...
782 reads
8 Comments
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