Submissions by sagerhythm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2024 4:10pm
1st Sep 2024 4:10pm
Gossip
Gossip, you are nothing to laugh about.
Oblivious to the obvious, what goes around comes around.
You are a confused tapestry of resentment and jealousy disguised as good will.
Your looks are deceiving, your words potent poison, itching to kill.
Captivatingly malicious, the more you linger around, the more you resemble the truth
Quick to stain the soul, muddy the lips of the old and those full of youth.
Oh gossip, you are the reason Judas forgot he was a believer when he clutched a purse full of silver.
Resembling an oasis for those stuck in the desert of...
Oblivious to the obvious, what goes around comes around.
You are a confused tapestry of resentment and jealousy disguised as good will.
Your looks are deceiving, your words potent poison, itching to kill.
Captivatingly malicious, the more you linger around, the more you resemble the truth
Quick to stain the soul, muddy the lips of the old and those full of youth.
Oh gossip, you are the reason Judas forgot he was a believer when he clutched a purse full of silver.
Resembling an oasis for those stuck in the desert of...
#emptiness
#respect
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2024 11:22am
20th Aug 2024 11:22am
A poem left unfinished.
What is power to the people?
A message to comfort the feeble?
Life is a riddle
We are all equal.
Walking around blindfolded by evil.
Hiding our regression in the sweet delusion of being civil
What is a blade of grass without the morning dew?.
What is a cedar tree that never grew?
A message to comfort the feeble?
Life is a riddle
We are all equal.
Walking around blindfolded by evil.
Hiding our regression in the sweet delusion of being civil
What is a blade of grass without the morning dew?.
What is a cedar tree that never grew?
#SelfWorth
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2022 11:15am
22nd Oct 2022 11:15am
Just something to Ponder
Distance cries of the motherland
Our footprints carry messages of what the Father sent.
Receipts of the life force we have aimlessly spent .
Worshipping the whip that has broken your back and left your soul with a dent.
Left to resent the present as regret takes a sniff of your happiness leaving bitterness in the lessons learnt.
Attention span too short to keep a church- going- knee bent.
We all walk around with stones where our hearts used to be ,singing ," the world is not what it used to be".
In all the abstract self destructive tendancies we feed, we...
Our footprints carry messages of what the Father sent.
Receipts of the life force we have aimlessly spent .
Worshipping the whip that has broken your back and left your soul with a dent.
Left to resent the present as regret takes a sniff of your happiness leaving bitterness in the lessons learnt.
Attention span too short to keep a church- going- knee bent.
We all walk around with stones where our hearts used to be ,singing ," the world is not what it used to be".
In all the abstract self destructive tendancies we feed, we...
#identity
#LifeGoals
#escape
#wisdom
#choices
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2020 11:24am
29th Apr 2020 11:24am
Lachesism
Have you forgotten that you are meant to be a queen and not a pawn?.
Your womb, meant to be fertile ground from which kings will be born.
Who told you that your self worth is determined by the material wealth you demand in exchange for "love" ?
Money, Money, it has cut you soul in half.
Tell me sister,who taught you what it means to be a woman?
Blame your absent father and oblivious mother,
When all else fails blame the oppressive system, for even sheep walking to the slaughter have rhythm.
Blame boy who told you yes
Blame the man who told you no ...
Your womb, meant to be fertile ground from which kings will be born.
Who told you that your self worth is determined by the material wealth you demand in exchange for "love" ?
Money, Money, it has cut you soul in half.
Tell me sister,who taught you what it means to be a woman?
Blame your absent father and oblivious mother,
When all else fails blame the oppressive system, for even sheep walking to the slaughter have rhythm.
Blame boy who told you yes
Blame the man who told you no ...
#love
#women
#honesty #SelfReflection
#honesty #SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Dec 2017 12:19pm
27th Dec 2017 12:19pm
Heroes
Heroes
Heroes are the landless poor
Those who sleep under the plain sky
Finding solace in the pure
Those whose vision of the future
Is blurred in the slow of reality
Heroes are the workers
The lower class nonentities
Armed with nothing to do anything
Then paid peanuts for thanks
Heroes are not the brave dead
Nor the military men in the tanks
Heroes are those who live and struggle
Day by day to make ends meet
Heroes are not found in those buried at national shrines
But in those whose remains rot in...
Heroes are the landless poor
Those who sleep under the plain sky
Finding solace in the pure
Those whose vision of the future
Is blurred in the slow of reality
Heroes are the workers
The lower class nonentities
Armed with nothing to do anything
Then paid peanuts for thanks
Heroes are not the brave dead
Nor the military men in the tanks
Heroes are those who live and struggle
Day by day to make ends meet
Heroes are not found in those buried at national shrines
But in those whose remains rot in...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2016 6:01am
15th Nov 2016 6:01am
Daughters of man
Rapped by the sons of God
Mothers of cannibalistic nephilim
Swimming in a sea of bullets
Back breaking underneath the master's whip
Knees kiss the ground,lips pleading, eyes staring down the barrel
Victims of warped fantasies
Leaders of dwarfed societies
They bleed crimson cries
but they are never weak
Daughters of man
Mothers of cannibalistic nephilim
Swimming in a sea of bullets
Back breaking underneath the master's whip
Knees kiss the ground,lips pleading, eyes staring down the barrel
Victims of warped fantasies
Leaders of dwarfed societies
They bleed crimson cries
but they are never weak
Daughters of man
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Oct 2016 6:54pm
8th Oct 2016 6:54pm
Come and die with me
Sit for hours staring at nothing
Soul slowly withering away
The world tearing at my flesh
Suffering outweighing all the beauty
Dust and ash defining my punitive nature
Mind haunted by hellhounds, gypsies and necromancers
Darkness enveloping my shredded heart
The purpose of my existence has spiraled into curating sadness as art
Burning incense, looking back at my footsteps, nothing makes sense, some solace in this blunt
Flooded with struggles, the devil's voice mumbles "No Noah to build you an ark?"
Death is the only card left
Serpents...
Soul slowly withering away
The world tearing at my flesh
Suffering outweighing all the beauty
Dust and ash defining my punitive nature
Mind haunted by hellhounds, gypsies and necromancers
Darkness enveloping my shredded heart
The purpose of my existence has spiraled into curating sadness as art
Burning incense, looking back at my footsteps, nothing makes sense, some solace in this blunt
Flooded with struggles, the devil's voice mumbles "No Noah to build you an ark?"
Death is the only card left
Serpents...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2014 9:49am
4th Sep 2014 9:49am
we are different
Our faith is vitiated by our minds
Deep in the fabrics of our hearts is where the poison resides
Our soul it profanes, our conscience it derides
Causing us to follow other people’s trends
We follow their lifestyles and enticing designs
So abstract becomes the idea of considering our rights and wrongs
Vivid is the intention of following the crowd, trying to belong
In spite of appearance, we are all weak
Attention is the nourishment we so desperately seek
Perpetually updating statuses striving to elate our social status
Trying to be everything but...
Deep in the fabrics of our hearts is where the poison resides
Our soul it profanes, our conscience it derides
Causing us to follow other people’s trends
We follow their lifestyles and enticing designs
So abstract becomes the idea of considering our rights and wrongs
Vivid is the intention of following the crowd, trying to belong
In spite of appearance, we are all weak
Attention is the nourishment we so desperately seek
Perpetually updating statuses striving to elate our social status
Trying to be everything but...
1225 reads
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