Submissions by sarahcate
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've written the odd poem since I was quite young but only recently have been making a concerted effort with poetry . . . I feel its my only creative outlet and there's quite a lot inside that needs to be let out!
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2018 10:52am
2nd Apr 2018 10:52am
Fate Was Not What We Expected
I miss you Mr Buttercup Man
butter up and catch me if you can
our dreams spun webs
in the corners of our souls
dried up and tossed out and left at the door
the crying wind drums in our ears
as we stalk and chase the ice cream van
it echoes far out far out to sea
the birds eye boat anchored with sea weed
a traitor pines for the lives he took
we send a menace with a fine right hook
the nightmare's rafter falls from grace
and all the world is in its place.
butter up and catch me if you can
our dreams spun webs
in the corners of our souls
dried up and tossed out and left at the door
the crying wind drums in our ears
as we stalk and chase the ice cream van
it echoes far out far out to sea
the birds eye boat anchored with sea weed
a traitor pines for the lives he took
we send a menace with a fine right hook
the nightmare's rafter falls from grace
and all the world is in its place.
#grief
#dreams
#fate
413 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Feb 2018 7:14am
15th Feb 2018 7:14am
You Used to Say
The universe is enfolding exactly as it should be,
you used to say.
I wonder if you believe it now.
If I was going to die it would have already happened,
you used to say.
I wonder what you think about that now.
Don’t worry about me! I’m worried about you,
you used to say.
I don’t want to say I told you so but . . .
I don’t know where you’ve gone.
I looked up at the sky last night and felt you in the stars
I hope you’re looking down on me
You can’t just not be here anymore. ...
you used to say.
I wonder if you believe it now.
If I was going to die it would have already happened,
you used to say.
I wonder what you think about that now.
Don’t worry about me! I’m worried about you,
you used to say.
I don’t want to say I told you so but . . .
I don’t know where you’ve gone.
I looked up at the sky last night and felt you in the stars
I hope you’re looking down on me
You can’t just not be here anymore. ...
447 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2018 1:44am
14th Jan 2018 1:44am
Inky Arms (for Bevan)
But sometimes I do want to be possessed
Wrapped tight in your inky arms
Held controlled given commands
Never lost or alone
But sometimes I wrangle for freedom
Need independence to exercise my will
Borne by my own inner strength
I wrench free and fly away
Wrapped tight in your inky arms
Held controlled given commands
Never lost or alone
But sometimes I wrangle for freedom
Need independence to exercise my will
Borne by my own inner strength
I wrench free and fly away
465 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 6:04am
25th Aug 2017 6:04am
The Pigs Come Round
Don't let those pigs in my house young man
they are not welcome here
they have snuffling snouts and beady eyes
that wander and accuse.
No smile passes their lips
except in a sneer when
they think they have you
cornered.
But they are slow and dull
they trip over their filthy trotters
and fall stumble down still.
They can wait outside
in the cold and the mud
until I am ready
to dispatch them back
to the hole from which they
crawled.
they are not welcome here
they have snuffling snouts and beady eyes
that wander and accuse.
No smile passes their lips
except in a sneer when
they think they have you
cornered.
But they are slow and dull
they trip over their filthy trotters
and fall stumble down still.
They can wait outside
in the cold and the mud
until I am ready
to dispatch them back
to the hole from which they
crawled.
558 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th May 2017 1:24am
26th May 2017 1:24am
Depression
My heart feels sad
hanging heavy in its hollow
like a lump of lead
dragging my shoulders down
my head follows
I can only look at the ground.
hanging heavy in its hollow
like a lump of lead
dragging my shoulders down
my head follows
I can only look at the ground.
688 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2017 7:41am
11th Feb 2017 7:41am
The Beach
Lapis lazuli across burnt butter rolls
the spheres of influence tug at their ropes
tossing green tendrils in the foamy ale
glass crushed and ground to salt
merry streaks shine down strongly
crisping the furry slabs that worship
coloured fans twirl brightly until ripped out by the roots
at the end of the glow.
the spheres of influence tug at their ropes
tossing green tendrils in the foamy ale
glass crushed and ground to salt
merry streaks shine down strongly
crisping the furry slabs that worship
coloured fans twirl brightly until ripped out by the roots
at the end of the glow.
#sea
#beach
679 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th Jan 2017 9:17am
28th Jan 2017 9:17am
Eve and Adam (possibly unfinished)
The slippery snake leans in to hear
The words I whisper in your ear
But they're not his words
They're yours and mine
And he can listen
Another time
The words I whisper in your ear
But they're not his words
They're yours and mine
And he can listen
Another time
610 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jan 2017 8:35am
28th Jan 2017 8:35am
Devil Source
The devil is cold in his heavy grave
Quicksand tumbles like salt flakes from below
He howls to the bells of the halls that hear
A moaning song of laughter and pain
It is to the end of the earth I come
To take the greed of the human scum
And treasure it back to me and mine
For our savouring and dance of joy
A welt grows on his dusty spine
The sap of pus and gangrene melts out
A cancer tapping his lifeblood grime
It grows as he shrinks a pustule of hate
Buried in the depths of time
But ready to grow again
ERUPT! when...
Quicksand tumbles like salt flakes from below
He howls to the bells of the halls that hear
A moaning song of laughter and pain
It is to the end of the earth I come
To take the greed of the human scum
And treasure it back to me and mine
For our savouring and dance of joy
A welt grows on his dusty spine
The sap of pus and gangrene melts out
A cancer tapping his lifeblood grime
It grows as he shrinks a pustule of hate
Buried in the depths of time
But ready to grow again
ERUPT! when...
689 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2016 10:56am
31st Aug 2016 10:56am
Why did you do it?
What was going through your head
when you were punching and pushing
what was happening inside
when I yelled at you to stop and you didn’t
what did you feel
when his head went smack crack
on the ground?
What the hell
what the fuck
what on this god damn earth
made you lift your foot
ready to stamp down
and smash his face
take his life
did my shout really stop you?
You have a good heart
I know this
I know it
but I’m finding it pretty hard
to match that man I know
with what I saw today.
I held his...
when you were punching and pushing
what was happening inside
when I yelled at you to stop and you didn’t
what did you feel
when his head went smack crack
on the ground?
What the hell
what the fuck
what on this god damn earth
made you lift your foot
ready to stamp down
and smash his face
take his life
did my shout really stop you?
You have a good heart
I know this
I know it
but I’m finding it pretty hard
to match that man I know
with what I saw today.
I held his...
626 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2016 8:35am
3rd Aug 2016 8:35am
Enough
Sometimes it is enough
just to sit
even though there is so much to be done and so much to fix
you might feel useless
when you don’t know what to do or what to say
when the person beside you is hurting so much
Sometimes it is enough
just to listen
to the torrential outpouring of grief and anger and desperation
you don’t need to advise
just
hold
space
for them to let it all out to let it breathe
so that it is no longer held tight inside
so that it is a burden shared
and they don’t have to go it
quite
so
alone
it is...
just to sit
even though there is so much to be done and so much to fix
you might feel useless
when you don’t know what to do or what to say
when the person beside you is hurting so much
Sometimes it is enough
just to listen
to the torrential outpouring of grief and anger and desperation
you don’t need to advise
just
hold
space
for them to let it all out to let it breathe
so that it is no longer held tight inside
so that it is a burden shared
and they don’t have to go it
quite
so
alone
it is...
656 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2016 1:13am
31st Jul 2016 1:13am
The Wandering Minstrel
The wandering minstrel
with his sunglasses on
roams about the town
Strumming a tune
a soundtrack to the thoughts
that whirl his mind around
The casual stride
and shaggy hair belie
the complex man inside
He has stories to tell
he paints them, writes them down
or strums them into life.
with his sunglasses on
roams about the town
Strumming a tune
a soundtrack to the thoughts
that whirl his mind around
The casual stride
and shaggy hair belie
the complex man inside
He has stories to tell
he paints them, writes them down
or strums them into life.
617 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 8:41am
10th Jul 2016 8:41am
Rage
Rage rips through me
like a boiling fury
triggered by injustice
or just mere stupidity
It is hard to control
it has a life of its own
I become a raging beast
when caught in its grip
A ready smile turned
into a vicious snarl
a kind word clipped
to a furious curse
Do not cross me or
even look my way
when I am angry
I am a demon waiting to pounce.
like a boiling fury
triggered by injustice
or just mere stupidity
It is hard to control
it has a life of its own
I become a raging beast
when caught in its grip
A ready smile turned
into a vicious snarl
a kind word clipped
to a furious curse
Do not cross me or
even look my way
when I am angry
I am a demon waiting to pounce.
825 reads
2 Comments
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