Submissions by pdh431
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Dec 2013 5:58pm
15th Dec 2013 5:58pm
To Save
Almost home.
The bow raising a foam.
A bitterly cold midwinter night.
Sailing in the starlight.
Lights off the bow.
On we plough.
Mistaken recognition.
Working on intuition.
A sudden change of course.
Turning with force.
To late.
A great crashing grate.
Water pouring in.
Icy cold on the skin.
Water from above and below.
A dreadful flow.
Silence now.
Still now.
Time to take stock
To ignore the shock.
Cold through to the bone.
Cold to make you groan.
Water rising.
Never...
The bow raising a foam.
A bitterly cold midwinter night.
Sailing in the starlight.
Lights off the bow.
On we plough.
Mistaken recognition.
Working on intuition.
A sudden change of course.
Turning with force.
To late.
A great crashing grate.
Water pouring in.
Icy cold on the skin.
Water from above and below.
A dreadful flow.
Silence now.
Still now.
Time to take stock
To ignore the shock.
Cold through to the bone.
Cold to make you groan.
Water rising.
Never...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2013 2:04pm
13th Dec 2013 2:04pm
When the magic goes away
Tales from the ancient past.
Of things that may never pass.
Tales of epic magic.
The results so tragic.
When the magic goes away.
Warlock’s summoning demons.
No regard for their actions.
Witches cursing.
The consequences of which have no reversing.
When the magic goes away.
Invulnerable heroes.
Reduced to zeros.
Magic swords.
No longer giving rewards.
When the magic goes away.
Army’s now fighting.
And even biting.
No longer protected.
The art of warfare now needs to be perfected.
When the magic goes...
Of things that may never pass.
Tales of epic magic.
The results so tragic.
When the magic goes away.
Warlock’s summoning demons.
No regard for their actions.
Witches cursing.
The consequences of which have no reversing.
When the magic goes away.
Invulnerable heroes.
Reduced to zeros.
Magic swords.
No longer giving rewards.
When the magic goes away.
Army’s now fighting.
And even biting.
No longer protected.
The art of warfare now needs to be perfected.
When the magic goes...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Dec 2013 1:56pm
13th Dec 2013 1:56pm
Decisions
Decisions made, right or wrong.
Decisions so strong.
Thinking of others.
Sisters or brothers.
Thinking not of myself.
A decision that should make itself.
Making decisions because they are right.
Making decisions that bite.
Making decisions that are not what you want.
Making decisions that seem to taunt.
Sorrow, loss, love and pain.
All go through the brain.
Age makes no difference.
For age to me is indifference.
But age I must consider.
Or reconsider.
For now the spirit burns bright.
The body full of...
Decisions so strong.
Thinking of others.
Sisters or brothers.
Thinking not of myself.
A decision that should make itself.
Making decisions because they are right.
Making decisions that bite.
Making decisions that are not what you want.
Making decisions that seem to taunt.
Sorrow, loss, love and pain.
All go through the brain.
Age makes no difference.
For age to me is indifference.
But age I must consider.
Or reconsider.
For now the spirit burns bright.
The body full of...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Dec 2013 1:13pm
12th Dec 2013 1:13pm
Dark Angel
Let me embark.
With the help of the dark.
Take my head.
And calm the dread.
Lay me down.
Before I drown.
In the quiet so deep.
And let me weep.
Hide my yearning.
For love still burning.
And the things I cannot be.
This is my plea.
Keep my mind from constant turning.
And the yearning.
For things I cannot see.
Or ever hope to be.
Darkness.
Erase the sadness.
Let me sleep.
And no longer weep.
I have felt the sword of sadness.
Hiding behind the shield of madness. ...
With the help of the dark.
Take my head.
And calm the dread.
Lay me down.
Before I drown.
In the quiet so deep.
And let me weep.
Hide my yearning.
For love still burning.
And the things I cannot be.
This is my plea.
Keep my mind from constant turning.
And the yearning.
For things I cannot see.
Or ever hope to be.
Darkness.
Erase the sadness.
Let me sleep.
And no longer weep.
I have felt the sword of sadness.
Hiding behind the shield of madness. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Dec 2013 12:02pm
12th Dec 2013 12:02pm
Castles of the Mind
We build castles of the mind.
Though sometimes we are blind.
Glittering towers.
Held together with mental powers.
Bastions of our Imagination.
Our own nation.
A mind defence.
A walled fence.
A shield of madness.
Ready for the sword of sadness.
Inward looking.
A slippery footing.
Peopled with avatars of ourselves.
Alter ego’s themselves.
All ready to defend with their sudo lives.
From the assaults of our daily lives.
And still we stay.
Never to sway.
Always we defend.
To the bitter end.
Though sometimes we are blind.
Glittering towers.
Held together with mental powers.
Bastions of our Imagination.
Our own nation.
A mind defence.
A walled fence.
A shield of madness.
Ready for the sword of sadness.
Inward looking.
A slippery footing.
Peopled with avatars of ourselves.
Alter ego’s themselves.
All ready to defend with their sudo lives.
From the assaults of our daily lives.
And still we stay.
Never to sway.
Always we defend.
To the bitter end.
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Dec 2013 8:21am
11th Dec 2013 8:21am
A Slowing of Time
Time slows.
And my age shows.
As my time comes to pass.
Towards breathing my last.
As I carry my life’s load.
With happiness I am bestowed.
I will go with my head held high.
Not wanting to know why.
Death is only a start.
We must all depart.
Valhalla beckons.
And clocks tick their seconds.
Everything turns to grey.
No night or day.
Walking towards the light.
Losing the final fight.
All worlds waiting to implode.
Time is never slowed
The dust of the road unsealed.
Mixes with the mud of the field....
And my age shows.
As my time comes to pass.
Towards breathing my last.
As I carry my life’s load.
With happiness I am bestowed.
I will go with my head held high.
Not wanting to know why.
Death is only a start.
We must all depart.
Valhalla beckons.
And clocks tick their seconds.
Everything turns to grey.
No night or day.
Walking towards the light.
Losing the final fight.
All worlds waiting to implode.
Time is never slowed
The dust of the road unsealed.
Mixes with the mud of the field....
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