Submissions by rosegold
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Creative minds stick together
SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2024 12:27pm
1st Dec 2024 12:27pm
Fruitless Season
Fruit sweet and ripe, out for the picking:
not a single branch on the tree hangs bare--
but idle hands turn up empty,
nothing gathered to savor or share.
Unused baskets collecting cobwebs,
sit forgotten in the dusty shed;
the hammock strung in the shade of the tree
rocks gently in the breeze beneath my head.
I wake to the sickening smell of rot,
my precious fruit scattered on the ground--
I shoo the swarming bugs from their feasting,
but not one untouched piece can be found.
My stomach turns, consumed with regret ...
not a single branch on the tree hangs bare--
but idle hands turn up empty,
nothing gathered to savor or share.
Unused baskets collecting cobwebs,
sit forgotten in the dusty shed;
the hammock strung in the shade of the tree
rocks gently in the breeze beneath my head.
I wake to the sickening smell of rot,
my precious fruit scattered on the ground--
I shoo the swarming bugs from their feasting,
but not one untouched piece can be found.
My stomach turns, consumed with regret ...
#disappointment
#emptiness
#regret #trees
#regret #trees
19 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 2:18pm
29th Nov 2024 2:18pm
The Journey
You slowly ooze
your sludgy head and foot
out of the hard yet fragile home
you carry on your back.
Eyes cautiously extend,
slimy feelers emerge and reach out
examining the air around:
all is still but the sun softly rising
so you start your long journey
across the walk in search of leafy greens.
Morning dew keeps you wet and content;
golden rays make your trail sparkle.
Thump, thump, the sidewalk shakes;
you feel the pounding getting closer.
A shadow overhead covers you in darkness,
and you crawl as...
your sludgy head and foot
out of the hard yet fragile home
you carry on your back.
Eyes cautiously extend,
slimy feelers emerge and reach out
examining the air around:
all is still but the sun softly rising
so you start your long journey
across the walk in search of leafy greens.
Morning dew keeps you wet and content;
golden rays make your trail sparkle.
Thump, thump, the sidewalk shakes;
you feel the pounding getting closer.
A shadow overhead covers you in darkness,
and you crawl as...
#fate
#fiction
#narrative #nature
#narrative #nature
43 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2022 3:17am
29th May 2022 3:17am
to feel like myself
I don't remember what it means
to feel like myself
just an idea of a stranger I used to be
dormant, or dead
gathering dust
in the same robotic body
the same, but not unchanging--
passing through the days
lights fading, battery draining,
losing the life it once held.
pieces falling away, screws coming loose
parts covered in rust
I imagined it differently--
identity determined by a picture
on a card, but who do they see
when they look at me,
do they notice I'm missing
and they're staring at an empty...
to feel like myself
just an idea of a stranger I used to be
dormant, or dead
gathering dust
in the same robotic body
the same, but not unchanging--
passing through the days
lights fading, battery draining,
losing the life it once held.
pieces falling away, screws coming loose
parts covered in rust
I imagined it differently--
identity determined by a picture
on a card, but who do they see
when they look at me,
do they notice I'm missing
and they're staring at an empty...
#identity
#myself
#emptiness
376 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Apr 2020 9:02am
15th Apr 2020 9:02am
Dead Memories
autumn leaves
swirling through chilled blue skies
an assortment of all shades of death
falling, ever slowly
drifting to meet their end
yet it seems to happen so fast
one moment-
suspended in air
an infinite second
but before you know it
it's over
if you look away you'll miss it
now it's lost in a scattered mess
forever in the past
forgotten with the rest of them
come collect my pile of poison
colorful memories left
rotting on the wet ground
maroon and blood red
rake...
swirling through chilled blue skies
an assortment of all shades of death
falling, ever slowly
drifting to meet their end
yet it seems to happen so fast
one moment-
suspended in air
an infinite second
but before you know it
it's over
if you look away you'll miss it
now it's lost in a scattered mess
forever in the past
forgotten with the rest of them
come collect my pile of poison
colorful memories left
rotting on the wet ground
maroon and blood red
rake...
#fall
#memories
#MovingOn
592 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2019 9:34pm
11th May 2019 9:34pm
Rain
Rain
softened the heart
of the parched ground
woke it from slumber
with a splash of cold water
and the sky said thank you
in a stripe of color
Thirsty town
received long-awaited revival
it drank up, then produced
many shades of gratitude
living rainbows sprouting
across the new land
Snails sneak across
the shiny, wet sidewalks
and I don't even mind
stepping in puddles
and soaking my shoes
Listening to drops
softly hitting the roof
and decorating the windows,
remembering...
softened the heart
of the parched ground
woke it from slumber
with a splash of cold water
and the sky said thank you
in a stripe of color
Thirsty town
received long-awaited revival
it drank up, then produced
many shades of gratitude
living rainbows sprouting
across the new land
Snails sneak across
the shiny, wet sidewalks
and I don't even mind
stepping in puddles
and soaking my shoes
Listening to drops
softly hitting the roof
and decorating the windows,
remembering...
#beauty
#rain
#rainbow #NaPoWriMo2019
#rainbow #NaPoWriMo2019
753 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2019 8:34am
30th Apr 2019 8:34am
treasured memories
strolling along sandy edges
of eternal waves lapping at feet,
reminiscing on simpler times
collecting bits and pieces of memories
as pretty, shiny seashells
and smooth, colorful stones
to hold and admire in wet, salty hands
and keep safe in pockets
then toss them in the
treasure pile, back home
a beautiful hoard of days gone by
good and bad, happy and sad
all mixed up together in one box
of precious moments past,
minutes to last as long as
the aging mind will let them
of eternal waves lapping at feet,
reminiscing on simpler times
collecting bits and pieces of memories
as pretty, shiny seashells
and smooth, colorful stones
to hold and admire in wet, salty hands
and keep safe in pockets
then toss them in the
treasure pile, back home
a beautiful hoard of days gone by
good and bad, happy and sad
all mixed up together in one box
of precious moments past,
minutes to last as long as
the aging mind will let them
#beach
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2019
738 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2019 4:32am
26th Apr 2019 4:32am
Blooming
Bright orange,
blooming
waves of petals
spread across the hills -
bursting through the earth's
surface to say hello
to the sun.
Our hot, dry desert
that the world loves,
brown and lifeless
for as long as I've known it -
now transformed,
surprising me with its
hidden beauty.
Pretty purples and pinks
and poppies galore,
and a bit of blue
sprinkled in here and there.
Yellow and white mixed in
everywhere, and
the most vibrant green grass
I've ever seen.
Fields full of ...
blooming
waves of petals
spread across the hills -
bursting through the earth's
surface to say hello
to the sun.
Our hot, dry desert
that the world loves,
brown and lifeless
for as long as I've known it -
now transformed,
surprising me with its
hidden beauty.
Pretty purples and pinks
and poppies galore,
and a bit of blue
sprinkled in here and there.
Yellow and white mixed in
everywhere, and
the most vibrant green grass
I've ever seen.
Fields full of ...
#flowers
#nature
#uplifting #NaPoWriMo2019
#uplifting #NaPoWriMo2019
625 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Apr 2019 3:19am
25th Apr 2019 3:19am
hibernation
I'm taking a nap
I'm not sure how long
at least an hour
I can't go wrong
I'm pretty tired
so maybe two
or three hours
it's just a few
I'm so groggy
I could sleep all day
I think I will
it'll be okay
next morning
I still need more rest
maybe in a week
I'll be feeling my best
I keep hitting snooze
and the months go by
this hibernation
has become my life
I'm not sure how long
at least an hour
I can't go wrong
I'm pretty tired
so maybe two
or three hours
it's just a few
I'm so groggy
I could sleep all day
I think I will
it'll be okay
next morning
I still need more rest
maybe in a week
I'll be feeling my best
I keep hitting snooze
and the months go by
this hibernation
has become my life
#depression
#sleep
#apathy #NaPoWriMo2019
#apathy #NaPoWriMo2019
602 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2019 7:19pm
24th Apr 2019 7:19pm
peace and quiet
I wanted peace and quiet-
the noise stopped but
I still can't turn off the
damned ringing in my ears
or hush the constant whisper of thoughts
telling me things I don't want to hear
I listen hardest in silence
lulled by sound's absence
there's so much more than
simply voices or notes
the music I long for never plays
instead,
I get
unsettling beats
ghost tunes to fill the
emptiness in the air
maybe there's no such thing
as peace and quiet
the noise stopped but
I still can't turn off the
damned ringing in my ears
or hush the constant whisper of thoughts
telling me things I don't want to hear
I listen hardest in silence
lulled by sound's absence
there's so much more than
simply voices or notes
the music I long for never plays
instead,
I get
unsettling beats
ghost tunes to fill the
emptiness in the air
maybe there's no such thing
as peace and quiet
#anxiety
#silence
#peace #NaPoWriMo2019
#peace #NaPoWriMo2019
595 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2019 7:18pm
24th Apr 2019 7:18pm
hourglass
Whenever we're together, I'm constantly
watching the clock, dreading the
impending moment when I'll
inevitably have to leave
you and return to my
lonely, dark room.
It's like there's
a glaring
hourglass
keeping watch
to make sure I don't
relax or have too much fun
reminding me that my time is
running out, and my peace will not last.
When the last grain falls, I count the ticking
seconds until I can turn it over again with you
watching the clock, dreading the
impending moment when I'll
inevitably have to leave
you and return to my
lonely, dark room.
It's like there's
a glaring
hourglass
keeping watch
to make sure I don't
relax or have too much fun
reminding me that my time is
running out, and my peace will not last.
When the last grain falls, I count the ticking
seconds until I can turn it over again with you
#anxiety
#loneliness
#separation #NaPoWriMo2019
#separation #NaPoWriMo2019
601 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2019 8:08pm
17th Apr 2019 8:08pm
Adderall
awaken my brain
shake me up
make me itch for movement
I can do anything
with you running my mind
you melt away my shell
bring out the loud parts of me
that nobody ever sees
you unclothe me
and let me be myself
you show me the motivation
I can never find on my own
give me progress
and when I'm stuck
I'll come back for more
I don't need sleep-
how can I rest with you
pounding on my heart?
I don't need food for fuel-
you're good enough
until I crash hard
hungry and sad...
shake me up
make me itch for movement
I can do anything
with you running my mind
you melt away my shell
bring out the loud parts of me
that nobody ever sees
you unclothe me
and let me be myself
you show me the motivation
I can never find on my own
give me progress
and when I'm stuck
I'll come back for more
I don't need sleep-
how can I rest with you
pounding on my heart?
I don't need food for fuel-
you're good enough
until I crash hard
hungry and sad...
#drugs
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2019
705 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2019 3:02am
17th Apr 2019 3:02am
Is this a poem?
is this a poem
or just words
on a page
in short
little
lines
is this art
or is it nothing more than
thoughts of a lost soul
pieced together
into a lump
of something
we call expression
does this confusion
turn to beauty
or does my perception
make it something it's not
do these words mean anything
or are they just a stream
of pointlessness
coming from
my pointless
head
or just words
on a page
in short
little
lines
is this art
or is it nothing more than
thoughts of a lost soul
pieced together
into a lump
of something
we call expression
does this confusion
turn to beauty
or does my perception
make it something it's not
do these words mean anything
or are they just a stream
of pointlessness
coming from
my pointless
head
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
509 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by rosegold
