Submissions by roonerspism (Sinead M.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2010 2:02pm
30th Jun 2010 2:02pm
At Dawn
In the half light of near morning
your sticky skin glistens
and peels away from my body
sweat beading down every inch of you
and me
We lie
entangled
growing weary with the sunrise
hardly daring not to touch
I am bruised
with you
Your fingers trace my mystery
running circles on my side
burning trails of blistering love
Your feet
so cold
catch my legs
and your toenails scrape my shins
There is a smile
somewhere
for the two of us
I taste it on your face
as lips, colourless at dawn
brush promises to mine...
your sticky skin glistens
and peels away from my body
sweat beading down every inch of you
and me
We lie
entangled
growing weary with the sunrise
hardly daring not to touch
I am bruised
with you
Your fingers trace my mystery
running circles on my side
burning trails of blistering love
Your feet
so cold
catch my legs
and your toenails scrape my shins
There is a smile
somewhere
for the two of us
I taste it on your face
as lips, colourless at dawn
brush promises to mine...
881 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jun 2010 4:33pm
29th Jun 2010 4:33pm
Anchored Flight
an iron weight in the belly of the brain,
nagging doubts fall to anchor
a helium spray in the open heart,
fine desire wills the spirit wings
nagging doubts fall to anchor
a helium spray in the open heart,
fine desire wills the spirit wings
834 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2010 3:29pm
29th Jun 2010 3:29pm
Aesthetics
Beauty is a black silk wave
hemming pale complexion
An ill-fitting suit
suited all the same
Slender hands twisting
to tell their stories
White line wrapped tight,
capturing
Enrapturing
so beauty be.
hemming pale complexion
An ill-fitting suit
suited all the same
Slender hands twisting
to tell their stories
White line wrapped tight,
capturing
Enrapturing
so beauty be.
1020 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2010 7:58am
29th Jun 2010 7:58am
Old Bird And Baby
There is spectacle ahead
In the corner or lit bright for cash
stands a certain man
A flightless circus bird
dancing on dark legs
Wings clipped by greater society
Caged in a world of creation
but soaring on stage
He ruffles his quill-built mane
Sings songs for the pretty ones
And he seems so unattainable
Untrainable, untameable man
Our bird’s path is years apart
from a watching kitten’s
Somewhere past the gates of thirty
he scratches in the dirt
looking for nothing but a touch of something
Words and wisdom maybe...
In the corner or lit bright for cash
stands a certain man
A flightless circus bird
dancing on dark legs
Wings clipped by greater society
Caged in a world of creation
but soaring on stage
He ruffles his quill-built mane
Sings songs for the pretty ones
And he seems so unattainable
Untrainable, untameable man
Our bird’s path is years apart
from a watching kitten’s
Somewhere past the gates of thirty
he scratches in the dirt
looking for nothing but a touch of something
Words and wisdom maybe...
675 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2010 4:00pm
27th Jun 2010 4:00pm
My Kitchen
My kitchen is empty
since you left me
Just a few dirty dishes
and a drawer full of dreams
I eat with plastic spoons
and count the reasons I loved you
in coffee grounds
and grains of sugar;
bittersweet
memories of you
stain every surface
like soup
and seal my dream drawer
Lest a dream flies free
and you see
how much I miss you
since you left me
Just a few dirty dishes
and a drawer full of dreams
I eat with plastic spoons
and count the reasons I loved you
in coffee grounds
and grains of sugar;
bittersweet
memories of you
stain every surface
like soup
and seal my dream drawer
Lest a dream flies free
and you see
how much I miss you
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2010 5:39pm
26th Jun 2010 5:39pm
Morning
There is nothing
in the morning
(or naught worth wasted words)
for anyone
But life has taught me
I am no one
(and I dare not sleep to miss it)
And so I see
All open-eyed
The
ugly
little
human
truths
And all those bitter lies
Hidden in pastel sunrise
as they are
So pretty in pink
But clear as day
(or spirit soaked spirits)
to me
in the morning
(or naught worth wasted words)
for anyone
But life has taught me
I am no one
(and I dare not sleep to miss it)
And so I see
All open-eyed
The
ugly
little
human
truths
And all those bitter lies
Hidden in pastel sunrise
as they are
So pretty in pink
But clear as day
(or spirit soaked spirits)
to me
812 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jun 2010 5:30pm
26th Jun 2010 5:30pm
No Knowing
A wind up toy, my little heart
Your hand
so deft
and touch
all new
But there is no knowing
no
So know,
for you know not what you do
You are blind.
Conductor
to my drummer,
who rightly reads the wrong score true
Effort worth an orchestra
But there is no knowing
so,
please know
he beats for knowing you
You are blind
in blissful ignorance
So by this I wish my vision flew
May I see the same
(sans wound-up heart)
For no knowing;
or
To never
have known you.
Your hand
so deft
and touch
all new
But there is no knowing
no
So know,
for you know not what you do
You are blind.
Conductor
to my drummer,
who rightly reads the wrong score true
Effort worth an orchestra
But there is no knowing
so,
please know
he beats for knowing you
You are blind
in blissful ignorance
So by this I wish my vision flew
May I see the same
(sans wound-up heart)
For no knowing;
or
To never
have known you.
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2010 12:09pm
24th Jun 2010 12:09pm
Who Is Broken
Hand me a man
all cracked and broken;
I will tear him open
seeking the soul,
seeking to solve,
knowing nothing
but the need to be close.
I cannot mend the mess of men.
I am not great.
For all that I am,
I am lonely.
Give me a messy man
and let him mend me
all cracked and broken;
I will tear him open
seeking the soul,
seeking to solve,
knowing nothing
but the need to be close.
I cannot mend the mess of men.
I am not great.
For all that I am,
I am lonely.
Give me a messy man
and let him mend me
878 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2010 8:11pm
23rd Jun 2010 8:11pm
Moving Out
Half my life wrapped tight
in bubbles and cardboard boxes
The other half left behind
Not forgotten
but no longer desired
Memories float like ghosts
down the homely halls
A room stripped bare of belongings
seems bigger,
and echoes sentiments
Childhood has betrayed me
by forcing responsibility
to face the real world
And carry on living
through this adult rebirth
I am still a child
standing in her mother’s heels
Arms laden with treasure
Lost on the road side
without any guidance
Too, I am an adult...
in bubbles and cardboard boxes
The other half left behind
Not forgotten
but no longer desired
Memories float like ghosts
down the homely halls
A room stripped bare of belongings
seems bigger,
and echoes sentiments
Childhood has betrayed me
by forcing responsibility
to face the real world
And carry on living
through this adult rebirth
I am still a child
standing in her mother’s heels
Arms laden with treasure
Lost on the road side
without any guidance
Too, I am an adult...
990 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2010 8:01pm
23rd Jun 2010 8:01pm
A poem called Roger
Righteous man in his rightful place
on centre stage, brimming with
grace and greatness, and
echoes of past triumphs that
ring in the air. He is
fierce, gentle,
expecting nothing more than everything,
dancing hard with hopes and hearts,
exceeding all, just so.
Regal he remains as he
extends his arms, and
reaches for victory
on centre stage, brimming with
grace and greatness, and
echoes of past triumphs that
ring in the air. He is
fierce, gentle,
expecting nothing more than everything,
dancing hard with hopes and hearts,
exceeding all, just so.
Regal he remains as he
extends his arms, and
reaches for victory
647 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Dec 2009 6:28pm
27th Dec 2009 6:28pm
Rough Love
callous
hands;
remarks
words all rough and tumble
like closed fist to
open heart
Danger
and Pain.
and what fool would ever love you?
just a fool -
just Me.
I am
F All in g
but you will not hold me
in eyes or arms
indifference is rough
like your calloused hands
hands;
remarks
words all rough and tumble
like closed fist to
open heart
Danger
and Pain.
and what fool would ever love you?
just a fool -
just Me.
I am
F All in g
but you will not hold me
in eyes or arms
indifference is rough
like your calloused hands
1714 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Nov 2009 10:55am
12th Nov 2009 10:55am
Breathing
It’s romance in the morning
Soft petals on my pillow
A rose sits on the window sill
Sweet scent
Love and colour thicken the air
I breathe in
Passion at midday
Sweat and Spanish music
We’re bound tight by bedsheets
Flushed skin
Sex and power cloud our vision
I hold my breath
The spark is gone by nightfall
Dried petals flood the floorboards
The musty smell of old aftershave
Dead air
Hurt and indifference define us
I breathe out
Soft petals on my pillow
A rose sits on the window sill
Sweet scent
Love and colour thicken the air
I breathe in
Passion at midday
Sweat and Spanish music
We’re bound tight by bedsheets
Flushed skin
Sex and power cloud our vision
I hold my breath
The spark is gone by nightfall
Dried petals flood the floorboards
The musty smell of old aftershave
Dead air
Hurt and indifference define us
I breathe out
765 reads
2 Comments
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