Submissions by poetbradley
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i try to write with my heart and emotions,i try and get deep. i been reading and writing for years. i look forward to reading yours.
STORY POEM
Published
9th May 2013 5:26am
9th May 2013 5:26am
Last Ride
Hey, don't be shy, why not give it a try.
Gal's do it best when they slice their wrist.
Hey, you must be mortified, Hey you must have goosebumps
being so close to the edge, Hey don't be clumsy
theirs a fine line between life and death.
Warning question? if you go to Hell will you be
somersaulting down a very long flight of stone steps?
Until you reach the lake of fire?
Hey, loosen up you can't postpone your
Death indefinitely .
If your clock is up so are you!
Hey, my limousine is right outside
Satan would love to give you your
last ride to...
Gal's do it best when they slice their wrist.
Hey, you must be mortified, Hey you must have goosebumps
being so close to the edge, Hey don't be clumsy
theirs a fine line between life and death.
Warning question? if you go to Hell will you be
somersaulting down a very long flight of stone steps?
Until you reach the lake of fire?
Hey, loosen up you can't postpone your
Death indefinitely .
If your clock is up so are you!
Hey, my limousine is right outside
Satan would love to give you your
last ride to...
898 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Apr 2013 7:47am
13th Apr 2013 7:47am
Voodoo Spell
My best mate went to see a voodoo Dr.
he wished upon a voodoo spell
I went to the cemetery to visit his grave
i was searching high and low until
i found my mates head stone.
I smoked a joint and blew the frost
off a couple cold ones.
I dug up my mates grave only to find
it filled with filthy worms and
decaying human flesh.
I sat back and blew a joint i heard
my mate say don't stand over my grave
and weep i am not their.
I looked up saw my mate looking like
a zombie what a mess.
I always knew my mate had a thing
for sweet...
he wished upon a voodoo spell
I went to the cemetery to visit his grave
i was searching high and low until
i found my mates head stone.
I smoked a joint and blew the frost
off a couple cold ones.
I dug up my mates grave only to find
it filled with filthy worms and
decaying human flesh.
I sat back and blew a joint i heard
my mate say don't stand over my grave
and weep i am not their.
I looked up saw my mate looking like
a zombie what a mess.
I always knew my mate had a thing
for sweet...
913 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 12:17pm
26th Mar 2013 12:17pm
Empty Promises
I come stumbling in at 3 am
i am falling down
night after night
i am so drunk and high
i promise i'll never do it again
i promise i'll never do it again
it just another empty promise
it just another empty promise
i can't remember if i was with a whore again
i promise i'll never do it again
i promise i'll never do it again
it just another empty promise
it just another empty promise
i make it so easy for you to
say goodbye
i make it so easy for you to
say goodbye
because all i do is lie
just another lie
just another...
i am falling down
night after night
i am so drunk and high
i promise i'll never do it again
i promise i'll never do it again
it just another empty promise
it just another empty promise
i can't remember if i was with a whore again
i promise i'll never do it again
i promise i'll never do it again
it just another empty promise
it just another empty promise
i make it so easy for you to
say goodbye
i make it so easy for you to
say goodbye
because all i do is lie
just another lie
just another...
847 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 9:59am
25th Feb 2013 9:59am
Lynn
Lynn,
Theirs so many things that i don't know.
I am seeking answers from you.
I am so thirsty for knowledge good or bad.
I am like a dry river bed looking for water.
What does it take to win your love?
Is it like a trick question?
Like how deep is the ocean floor?
Or maybe which is higher the sun or moon?
I want my love for you to smolder like a cigar.
Not like a cigarette burns fast then out quickly.
I don't want you seeking another.
I want our love to be timeless.
I wish i was a vampire i would bit your neck so you would live forever in...
Theirs so many things that i don't know.
I am seeking answers from you.
I am so thirsty for knowledge good or bad.
I am like a dry river bed looking for water.
What does it take to win your love?
Is it like a trick question?
Like how deep is the ocean floor?
Or maybe which is higher the sun or moon?
I want my love for you to smolder like a cigar.
Not like a cigarette burns fast then out quickly.
I don't want you seeking another.
I want our love to be timeless.
I wish i was a vampire i would bit your neck so you would live forever in...
853 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 9:45am
25th Feb 2013 9:45am
Boys and Men
As boys when we go to school dances when a girl get close we look at the floor.
As teen boys when we go to school dances and a girl gets close we stare at her headlights.
As adults when we go to dances we cant seem to keep our eyes off the sports on TV.
As seniors when we go to dances we cant seem to keep our eyes open.
As teen boys when we go to school dances and a girl gets close we stare at her headlights.
As adults when we go to dances we cant seem to keep our eyes off the sports on TV.
As seniors when we go to dances we cant seem to keep our eyes open.
628 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Feb 2013 4:51am
15th Feb 2013 4:51am
Best Friends
I have a best friend that lives inside my head
i get to tell all my problems to
He always listens no matter the time
never bitches.
People think it kinda weird that they
can,t hear they are really jealous
because he is only inside my head.
I,ll never get lonely i,ll never have
problems bottled up.
He will always keep my deep dark secrets
the onlyest thing i have to fear
is my own sanity, remember my friend
that you are so loved and unique.
i get to tell all my problems to
He always listens no matter the time
never bitches.
People think it kinda weird that they
can,t hear they are really jealous
because he is only inside my head.
I,ll never get lonely i,ll never have
problems bottled up.
He will always keep my deep dark secrets
the onlyest thing i have to fear
is my own sanity, remember my friend
that you are so loved and unique.
755 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2013 5:55am
14th Feb 2013 5:55am
Kelly
It was thundering and lighting outside
branches scraping on the windows
i was warm and cozy sipping whiskey
in front of the fire place.
I had some heavy thinking to do, i
was planing on asking Kelly on a date
Kelly had heard all the pick up
lines before. She knew i was a
basket case She had brains class
and a nice ass. I was going to sit up
alnight so my move would be just right
it was going to be a long night it was going
to be hard to keep my mind off her pretty face
rock hard body.She was as fine as Boone farm wine ...
branches scraping on the windows
i was warm and cozy sipping whiskey
in front of the fire place.
I had some heavy thinking to do, i
was planing on asking Kelly on a date
Kelly had heard all the pick up
lines before. She knew i was a
basket case She had brains class
and a nice ass. I was going to sit up
alnight so my move would be just right
it was going to be a long night it was going
to be hard to keep my mind off her pretty face
rock hard body.She was as fine as Boone farm wine ...
667 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 5:11am
13th Feb 2013 5:11am
Doors
Happy B-Day
Ray Manzarek
Ray Manzarek
642 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 8:21am
11th Feb 2013 8:21am
Rocking Chair
I look at the squires all stiff and straight laced,
Their clothes perfectly cleaned and pressed,
shoes shinning so bright, you could get a head ache.
They do the same thing day in day out.
you better believe they will never do the walk of
shame, in the bedroom they never change up. Boring
They have been with one woman only so not to hip
up on lifes pleasures. But dammed if they ani,t
book smart. They don,t realize their already dead
When they look at us they say dam i wish i could
make a fool of myself like that. When they see our ...
Their clothes perfectly cleaned and pressed,
shoes shinning so bright, you could get a head ache.
They do the same thing day in day out.
you better believe they will never do the walk of
shame, in the bedroom they never change up. Boring
They have been with one woman only so not to hip
up on lifes pleasures. But dammed if they ani,t
book smart. They don,t realize their already dead
When they look at us they say dam i wish i could
make a fool of myself like that. When they see our ...
797 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 8:09pm
8th Feb 2013 8:09pm
just a thought or question
Is it just me or is
the USA the best place to live
Canada has the hottest babes
UK has the greatest bands
Mexico has the best food
Do you agree?
the USA the best place to live
Canada has the hottest babes
UK has the greatest bands
Mexico has the best food
Do you agree?
669 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Jan 2013 6:47am
30th Jan 2013 6:47am
Driven to Suicide
Parents pushing you to get good grades
get on a team
It,s so hard to do when your a nerd,
jocks tripping you in the halls, after
gym in the showers it,s time to get
smacked with wet towels, everyone
laughing at you no friends girls
won,t even give you a second look,
unless they want you to do their
homework parents in denial
your a worthless let down
your mom comes home early catches
you a playboy in one hand your
joy stick in the other. you
feel so ashamed.
You start bargaining with
Satan or God who ever will listen...
get on a team
It,s so hard to do when your a nerd,
jocks tripping you in the halls, after
gym in the showers it,s time to get
smacked with wet towels, everyone
laughing at you no friends girls
won,t even give you a second look,
unless they want you to do their
homework parents in denial
your a worthless let down
your mom comes home early catches
you a playboy in one hand your
joy stick in the other. you
feel so ashamed.
You start bargaining with
Satan or God who ever will listen...
672 reads
1 Comment
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