Submissions by prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about what my heart breaks and beats for. My work is rough, raw, flawed and imperfect; a work of self embodiment. I can't promise perfection, but I can promise authentic.
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2015 3:46am
30th Mar 2015 3:46am
Dawn's Love Song
A craving like the blooming blossoms
thirst for morning dew.
A need that keeps the mountains still
for what wonders they fear of missing
if they just so happen to move.
The sun reaches his beautiful stretch
across the vast for the calming moon,
not because he wants to posses
but rather caress
her cheek a midnight glow.
Taken by this undertow,
I yearn for a need that I do not know.
For what is air if I haven't yet breathed a breath?
Submerged in my longing with a timetomb ticking
a...
thirst for morning dew.
A need that keeps the mountains still
for what wonders they fear of missing
if they just so happen to move.
The sun reaches his beautiful stretch
across the vast for the calming moon,
not because he wants to posses
but rather caress
her cheek a midnight glow.
Taken by this undertow,
I yearn for a need that I do not know.
For what is air if I haven't yet breathed a breath?
Submerged in my longing with a timetomb ticking
a...
664 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 10:06pm
27th Mar 2015 10:06pm
Second string
He claimed to be satisfied
...being second string in her band.
I can't fathom love being compromised
...perhaps it's something I have yet to understand.
...being second string in her band.
I can't fathom love being compromised
...perhaps it's something I have yet to understand.
578 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2015 6:54pm
21st Mar 2015 6:54pm
Butterfly Eyes
They know the answers to the questions
that we have yet to ask.
A kiss of innocence and raw intentions
are never concealed beneath a mask.
Beauty is in the hearts
of the minds we see as scorned.
Yet through this life, they travel best,
angels on earth are born.
Butterfly eyes see life's true bounty.
"Forever gold" is what they'll stay.
Never to unfold like a wilting flower
for the beauty of dawn is found each day.
that we have yet to ask.
A kiss of innocence and raw intentions
are never concealed beneath a mask.
Beauty is in the hearts
of the minds we see as scorned.
Yet through this life, they travel best,
angels on earth are born.
Butterfly eyes see life's true bounty.
"Forever gold" is what they'll stay.
Never to unfold like a wilting flower
for the beauty of dawn is found each day.
900 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Mar 2015 5:08am
15th Mar 2015 5:08am
Secret-Midnight-Garden
Echoes from memories long since made
plague my nightly dreamscapes.
I fly, perhaps subliminally making my escape
but something inevitably knocks me down.
Some memories act as gravity, I suppose.
They keep me grounded,
reminding me of the road back home.
Ideas, however, loosen the roots that cling to my ankles,
and place a wind underneath my dusty wings.
I allow the whispering wind to carry me away,
to a place of promise, ambition, and optimistic ideals.
I often wander the wonders of Neverland,
but by...
plague my nightly dreamscapes.
I fly, perhaps subliminally making my escape
but something inevitably knocks me down.
Some memories act as gravity, I suppose.
They keep me grounded,
reminding me of the road back home.
Ideas, however, loosen the roots that cling to my ankles,
and place a wind underneath my dusty wings.
I allow the whispering wind to carry me away,
to a place of promise, ambition, and optimistic ideals.
I often wander the wonders of Neverland,
but by...
647 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
8th Mar 2015 7:30pm
8th Mar 2015 7:30pm
Catfish
He who lurks in murky waters
Fails realize how he truly falters...
Away.
Hidden in a safe dark place.
-Perhaps
But alone in the end
When life's travels are spent.
Who will you turn to...
Cursed and Clever Catfish
Of the web surfed seas?
Reveal yourself to me...
Or forever let me be.
Who will you turn to
When not a single soul knows you?
So many faces you've taken on.
What a life you could live
If you'd just choose one. ...
Fails realize how he truly falters...
Away.
Hidden in a safe dark place.
-Perhaps
But alone in the end
When life's travels are spent.
Who will you turn to...
Cursed and Clever Catfish
Of the web surfed seas?
Reveal yourself to me...
Or forever let me be.
Who will you turn to
When not a single soul knows you?
So many faces you've taken on.
What a life you could live
If you'd just choose one. ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2015 5:46am
8th Mar 2015 5:46am
This little light
"They will try to take your flame"
The chandelier said to the candlestick
"You mustn't let them."
The chandelier said to the candlestick
"You mustn't let them."
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Mar 2015 5:24am
5th Mar 2015 5:24am
Letting Loose
I want to take you in my arms,
and claim you on the kitchen floor.
Lets scream each others' name,
till the neighbors knock down the door.
Give me more.
Give me more of that
hot,
crazy,
stupid,
lustful love I crave more of.
Give me more...
and ill do the same.
There's a wildness to this hunger
that we should never tame.
Let us forget about the pillow talk,
and mindless poker games.
Let us clearly state our claims
by breaking "proper" chains.
I want to feel your nails. ...
and claim you on the kitchen floor.
Lets scream each others' name,
till the neighbors knock down the door.
Give me more.
Give me more of that
hot,
crazy,
stupid,
lustful love I crave more of.
Give me more...
and ill do the same.
There's a wildness to this hunger
that we should never tame.
Let us forget about the pillow talk,
and mindless poker games.
Let us clearly state our claims
by breaking "proper" chains.
I want to feel your nails. ...
1185 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2015 3:45am
1st Mar 2015 3:45am
Tragic Magic
Is it worth the fall?
To stare a possible deathless death in the face and stand tall?
Hope,
faith,
renditions of wishful thinking
and a pocket full of good intentions
lead us to leap from the edge without a second glance
in hopes that our wings catch the wind just right.
I've seen the earth my fallen body quivers to meet.
I've also felt the wind dance through my hair
and sunlight upon my cheek.
A sweet, sweat soaked brow accompanies my naļve heart
as I fall;
pessimistically clenching optimism
in a desperate attempt to taste life's...
To stare a possible deathless death in the face and stand tall?
Hope,
faith,
renditions of wishful thinking
and a pocket full of good intentions
lead us to leap from the edge without a second glance
in hopes that our wings catch the wind just right.
I've seen the earth my fallen body quivers to meet.
I've also felt the wind dance through my hair
and sunlight upon my cheek.
A sweet, sweat soaked brow accompanies my naļve heart
as I fall;
pessimistically clenching optimism
in a desperate attempt to taste life's...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 8:06am
23rd Feb 2015 8:06am
Nomad's Prayer
Bless the boy
who counts the stars,
chases cars,
breaks and raises bars.
Tell him it's okay
to just let go.
His gypsy soul
longs to claim the road.
His hands weigh heavy
so help him to carry
the pocket full of safely kept dreams
till he's ready.
There's much more to be told.
His fate has yet to unfold.
All of life's wonders
that only wanderers behold.
Guild him along his journey.
who counts the stars,
chases cars,
breaks and raises bars.
Tell him it's okay
to just let go.
His gypsy soul
longs to claim the road.
His hands weigh heavy
so help him to carry
the pocket full of safely kept dreams
till he's ready.
There's much more to be told.
His fate has yet to unfold.
All of life's wonders
that only wanderers behold.
Guild him along his journey.
631 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 6:13am
23rd Feb 2015 6:13am
Let it in
Driving to work
Rushingly avoiding icey snow traps of doom
I felt the sunshine on my skin
And decided to let it in
For a moment I caught my breath
Thoughts of work:
-fake social media accounts
- emails
-missed calls
-mixed messages
-jacks and jugglers
with misleading monogamous promises
Renounced their claim on my brain
And allowed my heart to rebound
I felt the sunshine on my skin
And decided to let it in
Rushingly avoiding icey snow traps of doom
I felt the sunshine on my skin
And decided to let it in
For a moment I caught my breath
Thoughts of work:
-fake social media accounts
- emails
-missed calls
-mixed messages
-jacks and jugglers
with misleading monogamous promises
Renounced their claim on my brain
And allowed my heart to rebound
I felt the sunshine on my skin
And decided to let it in
632 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2015 4:42am
22nd Feb 2015 4:42am
Grandma's House
Allusive faces
with prominent voices
stalk these aging halls.
They call out names,
they call out our names,
with familiar sounding screams.
Try to dismiss it all a dream,
but I know better...
Shadows walking to and fro
from a land I do not know.
Taunting children
sought as fair game
even as an adult
they remember my name.
Memories of love and light break through the second I reflect and think about you,
but darkness waits there in the shadows
of the only home I ever...
with prominent voices
stalk these aging halls.
They call out names,
they call out our names,
with familiar sounding screams.
Try to dismiss it all a dream,
but I know better...
Shadows walking to and fro
from a land I do not know.
Taunting children
sought as fair game
even as an adult
they remember my name.
Memories of love and light break through the second I reflect and think about you,
but darkness waits there in the shadows
of the only home I ever...
701 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 7:49am
21st Feb 2015 7:49am
Feeding Time
Alone with my scars.
Thoughts provoke the tiger caged inside
with a taste for the dark side of desire.
A desire that is fed with the self doubting notions
and self indulged emotions.
Starving.
Forever starving.
Unsatisfied,
even with the time spent dwelling on things I cant change.
I run
but cant hide.
The darkness that's inside
pulls me from my sheets and coaxes me to play
with fears I lay to rest during the day.
Scars pave a nostalgic road.
One I dare not wander alone.
Creatures that bump back in the night ...
Thoughts provoke the tiger caged inside
with a taste for the dark side of desire.
A desire that is fed with the self doubting notions
and self indulged emotions.
Starving.
Forever starving.
Unsatisfied,
even with the time spent dwelling on things I cant change.
I run
but cant hide.
The darkness that's inside
pulls me from my sheets and coaxes me to play
with fears I lay to rest during the day.
Scars pave a nostalgic road.
One I dare not wander alone.
Creatures that bump back in the night ...
832 reads
3 Comments
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