Submissions by rockyriver
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a lifelong writer. I am a poetess, and an occasional blogger. I see my world and translate it into words to better understand it. Writing is breathing, writing is thinking, writing is being.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2018 8:28pm
4th Feb 2018 8:28pm
A Time to Turn
She forgives him,
has to release him,
but forever can't forget him.
She wants only to forbid him
to hurt more,
disconcert more,
further manipulate,
contort more.
He tore her life apart.
He played a grievous part.
She let him in her heart,
but he brought anguish to her soul,
dropped her in the blackest hole,
did not see her as a whole,
a person full of feelings.
She was hurt beyond extreme.
She was wounded by...
has to release him,
but forever can't forget him.
She wants only to forbid him
to hurt more,
disconcert more,
further manipulate,
contort more.
He tore her life apart.
He played a grievous part.
She let him in her heart,
but he brought anguish to her soul,
dropped her in the blackest hole,
did not see her as a whole,
a person full of feelings.
She was hurt beyond extreme.
She was wounded by...
664 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2018 10:31pm
3rd Feb 2018 10:31pm
Steadfast
Echoes of midnight
sound like silence
Visions of morning
look like glory
Waiting for color
Waiting for light
Waiting for daybreak
Waiting out night
Moonlight glowing
Heart overflowing
Seismic waves
Not enough brave
Fall into a stream
Seems like a dream
Longing for daybreak
When do I wake
Moonlight glowing
Mind overflowing
Intricate thinking
Thought process kinking
Like chain on a bike
Trying to wade through
things that I pursue
Anxiety...
sound like silence
Visions of morning
look like glory
Waiting for color
Waiting for light
Waiting for daybreak
Waiting out night
Moonlight glowing
Heart overflowing
Seismic waves
Not enough brave
Fall into a stream
Seems like a dream
Longing for daybreak
When do I wake
Moonlight glowing
Mind overflowing
Intricate thinking
Thought process kinking
Like chain on a bike
Trying to wade through
things that I pursue
Anxiety...
631 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Feb 2018 9:00am
1st Feb 2018 9:00am
Compati
Objects in the mirror
are closer than they appear,
but she is not an object.
She's a person.
Those are tears.
Objects do not weep.
People fully feel,
but both are used
and both may break
and both may never heal.
Object lessons
meant to raise up
ordinary things,
may blossom into lyrics
of a unique song to sing.
Tho, a song
that isn't sung
is lost.
A lesson
never learned
is naught.
A person
never loved
will want - ...
are closer than they appear,
but she is not an object.
She's a person.
Those are tears.
Objects do not weep.
People fully feel,
but both are used
and both may break
and both may never heal.
Object lessons
meant to raise up
ordinary things,
may blossom into lyrics
of a unique song to sing.
Tho, a song
that isn't sung
is lost.
A lesson
never learned
is naught.
A person
never loved
will want - ...
611 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2018 4:43pm
30th Jan 2018 4:43pm
Rise
Trying to live
by lessons learned,
lessons God patiently taught me
with quiet truth
with gentle words
with love in His aim
He sought me...
lessons that soothed
my restless heart
calmed my quivering
spirit in part.
God's shaping of me
is planted innate.
His guidance should leave me
completely sedate,
but I seem to never ...
by lessons learned,
lessons God patiently taught me
with quiet truth
with gentle words
with love in His aim
He sought me...
lessons that soothed
my restless heart
calmed my quivering
spirit in part.
God's shaping of me
is planted innate.
His guidance should leave me
completely sedate,
but I seem to never ...
659 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2018 4:00am
30th Jan 2018 4:00am
MEDITATION: THE PASSION
Speak, Truth, Credible
Tell, Hear, Parable
Words, Right, Tenable
Read, Write, Effable
Bread, Wine, Cenacle
Fear, Doubt, Skeptical
Slip, Fall, Peccable
Greed, Hate, Temptable
Reach, Grasp, Tentacle
Bend, Meet, Flexible
Clear, Cut, Legible
Judge, Fair, Equable
Thirst, Sigh, Quenchable
God, Cry, Crepuscule
Guard, Watch, Sentinel
Son, Rise, Epochal
Light, Hope, Retinal
Give, Life, Requital
Faith, Love, Plentiful
Kneel, Cross, Retable
Tell, Hear, Parable
Words, Right, Tenable
Read, Write, Effable
Bread, Wine, Cenacle
Fear, Doubt, Skeptical
Slip, Fall, Peccable
Greed, Hate, Temptable
Reach, Grasp, Tentacle
Bend, Meet, Flexible
Clear, Cut, Legible
Judge, Fair, Equable
Thirst, Sigh, Quenchable
God, Cry, Crepuscule
Guard, Watch, Sentinel
Son, Rise, Epochal
Light, Hope, Retinal
Give, Life, Requital
Faith, Love, Plentiful
Kneel, Cross, Retable
649 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2018 3:09am
26th Jan 2018 3:09am
Broken Wings
(fairy tale gone wrong)
She thought he was an angel
a woodland wizard
a time traveller
a magic muse
a hallowed hero
but now she knows
that he is but a man,
a man who is stuck
in his life as it were muck,
not regarding decorum as to
whose life it is he plays with
in his boredom
whose life it is he discards
in his neglect
whose life it is that he had
raised to great heights
before dropping it
from the treetops...
She thought he was an angel
a woodland wizard
a time traveller
a magic muse
a hallowed hero
but now she knows
that he is but a man,
a man who is stuck
in his life as it were muck,
not regarding decorum as to
whose life it is he plays with
in his boredom
whose life it is he discards
in his neglect
whose life it is that he had
raised to great heights
before dropping it
from the treetops...
498 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2018 00:20am
26th Jan 2018 00:20am
Never Alone
In this world there is danger,
there is trouble,
there is darkness galore.
In this world there is comfort,
there is freedom,
there is light to explore.
In this world there is conflict,
there's enigma,
love mingles with pain...
but love tastes more ambrosial -
all the sweeter,
when drenched in the rain...
in the drift down the flowage,
riding despair,
becoming aware...
that the air up on top
is fit to breathe,
meant to be shared.
In this world we may...
there is trouble,
there is darkness galore.
In this world there is comfort,
there is freedom,
there is light to explore.
In this world there is conflict,
there's enigma,
love mingles with pain...
but love tastes more ambrosial -
all the sweeter,
when drenched in the rain...
in the drift down the flowage,
riding despair,
becoming aware...
that the air up on top
is fit to breathe,
meant to be shared.
In this world we may...
596 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2018 2:57am
25th Jan 2018 2:57am
Mosaic
On this journey
we all encounter
a universal lost and found
where we search for
missing pieces of ourselves -
pieces we’ve given
to people we love,
pieces taken
by those who are loveless.
Sometimes,
the spaces left
are filled by pieces
given to us by others -
our lives becoming mosaics
of who we touch,
and of who touches us.
A close up view
may distort
what distance
can gracefully portray,
and what a glimpse
through a window does not show -
the...
we all encounter
a universal lost and found
where we search for
missing pieces of ourselves -
pieces we’ve given
to people we love,
pieces taken
by those who are loveless.
Sometimes,
the spaces left
are filled by pieces
given to us by others -
our lives becoming mosaics
of who we touch,
and of who touches us.
A close up view
may distort
what distance
can gracefully portray,
and what a glimpse
through a window does not show -
the...
610 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2018 10:54pm
24th Jan 2018 10:54pm
Rest
Come to me
Come to me and rest
Rest your soul
Rest your weary head
Come to me
Leave the world to fret on its own
Find me
I’m your home
Come to me
Come to me and shine
Reflect my light
whole and unrefined
Show your face
Don’t turn away in shame
Show your soul
Don’t cover up your flame
Let it burn bright
Let it live
Open your heart
For I freely give
There is a wind
There is a rain
Let it blow
and fall at will ...
Come to me and rest
Rest your soul
Rest your weary head
Come to me
Leave the world to fret on its own
Find me
I’m your home
Come to me
Come to me and shine
Reflect my light
whole and unrefined
Show your face
Don’t turn away in shame
Show your soul
Don’t cover up your flame
Let it burn bright
Let it live
Open your heart
For I freely give
There is a wind
There is a rain
Let it blow
and fall at will ...
863 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2018 00:53am
24th Jan 2018 00:53am
Wish
While a year of my life
concludes on this day,
a year of my life begins.
Ends and beginnings
together inlay
become chapters
of stories therein -
some to be told
over frosted white cake,
as if history,
now reprised.
Others are secreted,
only in view
of one looking
deep in my eyes...
hide
make a wish
take a breath.
There are times when I celebrate
times when I mourn
the days that have followed
the day I was born.
Some days...
concludes on this day,
a year of my life begins.
Ends and beginnings
together inlay
become chapters
of stories therein -
some to be told
over frosted white cake,
as if history,
now reprised.
Others are secreted,
only in view
of one looking
deep in my eyes...
hide
make a wish
take a breath.
There are times when I celebrate
times when I mourn
the days that have followed
the day I was born.
Some days...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2018 00:29am
24th Jan 2018 00:29am
Lifesong
There are two ways in life.
Two choices apply.
One choice is to live.
One choice is to die.
If I focus on death
I’m worthless like chaff:
separate,
rootless,
and crass.
Lacking in sense,
riding the fence,
wasted,
searching
for more.
Walking in dark,
standing unmarked,
resenting
the law
of my Lord.
Sitting alone
with thoughts’
undertone
of places
I ought not to be.
Standing transfixed
by solar eclipse,
scorning
the light
I...
Two choices apply.
One choice is to live.
One choice is to die.
If I focus on death
I’m worthless like chaff:
separate,
rootless,
and crass.
Lacking in sense,
riding the fence,
wasted,
searching
for more.
Walking in dark,
standing unmarked,
resenting
the law
of my Lord.
Sitting alone
with thoughts’
undertone
of places
I ought not to be.
Standing transfixed
by solar eclipse,
scorning
the light
I...
544 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2018 3:15am
23rd Jan 2018 3:15am
Rain
For there is a sound
an abundance of rain
reflecting our hearts...
this abundance of pain.
We carry the burden
heavy and laden
in time with our heartbeats
slow in their cadence.
We are called to choose right
reach heights up above
overcome numbness
choose to show love.
Can we break through
the harmony thunder
flow love in between
make melody wonder?
Is this the end
or is this a pause
before war resumes?
We must not withdraw!
...
an abundance of rain
reflecting our hearts...
this abundance of pain.
We carry the burden
heavy and laden
in time with our heartbeats
slow in their cadence.
We are called to choose right
reach heights up above
overcome numbness
choose to show love.
Can we break through
the harmony thunder
flow love in between
make melody wonder?
Is this the end
or is this a pause
before war resumes?
We must not withdraw!
...
572 reads
0 Comments
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