Submissions by screaminpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Oct 2011 6:59pm
25th Oct 2011 6:59pm
Ugly Days
Holding hands beneath the moon,
I swore I'd always be with you;
I never thought we'd ever be alone.
Lying there in silent light,
You told me you'd stay by my side;
I never thought I'd let you run back home.
Life can have its ugly days,
And sure, we hate those games it plays,
But it's not over 'til we've given in.
So open up your eyes and step outside
The life you hide behind,
And realize it doesn't mean a thing
I swore I'd always be with you;
I never thought we'd ever be alone.
Lying there in silent light,
You told me you'd stay by my side;
I never thought I'd let you run back home.
Life can have its ugly days,
And sure, we hate those games it plays,
But it's not over 'til we've given in.
So open up your eyes and step outside
The life you hide behind,
And realize it doesn't mean a thing
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Oct 2011 1:57am
21st Oct 2011 1:57am
Sandman
Confined to the limits of my memory -
In the absence of light,
With the fear of being lost forever,
Are the dreams I've dreamt at night.
To my withered recollection,
At least whats legibly left;
The fear to lay my head at night
Has corrupted the hours I've slept.
As a child, my heavy eyes were open,
In defence of my tired, weary mind -
Guarding form thoughts and horrors imagined,
In darkness without contemplation of time.
As I've grown so too has the damning fear -
Trying to rid my mind of light,
Until the sandman catches me up
And I...
In the absence of light,
With the fear of being lost forever,
Are the dreams I've dreamt at night.
To my withered recollection,
At least whats legibly left;
The fear to lay my head at night
Has corrupted the hours I've slept.
As a child, my heavy eyes were open,
In defence of my tired, weary mind -
Guarding form thoughts and horrors imagined,
In darkness without contemplation of time.
As I've grown so too has the damning fear -
Trying to rid my mind of light,
Until the sandman catches me up
And I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Oct 2011 1:08am
21st Oct 2011 1:08am
Goodbye
Trapped in Darkness, behind my mask.
My mind's been battered and torn.
Enchanting feelings, of joy and elation
Were plentiful. Now I'm forlorn.
Crying and empty, yet full of emotion.
My tissues are drenched with your lies.
Outstanding scarring from pains that you caused me.
Horrific memories fleet by my eyes.
You promised your love and allegiance ne'erending.
And smiled for the whole world to see.
Now the freedom I've gained from leaving your evil
Still haunts, hurts and lingers with me.
Lonely and Maskless, and overly...
My mind's been battered and torn.
Enchanting feelings, of joy and elation
Were plentiful. Now I'm forlorn.
Crying and empty, yet full of emotion.
My tissues are drenched with your lies.
Outstanding scarring from pains that you caused me.
Horrific memories fleet by my eyes.
You promised your love and allegiance ne'erending.
And smiled for the whole world to see.
Now the freedom I've gained from leaving your evil
Still haunts, hurts and lingers with me.
Lonely and Maskless, and overly...
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Oct 2011 1:21am
19th Oct 2011 1:21am
Stemmed
A requested poem, I had only 40 minutes to complete, so no editing or re-writing has been done as yet.
There, She stands amongst the carnage.
Knowing her friends are slowing falling.
Embers, soaring, almost burning.
Her leaves are slowly turning brown.
Time, is passing oh so slowly.
Silent, against the demon's roaring.
Slowly, coming slightly closer.
As giants are falling all around.
Now, She fades, begins to wither.
Helpless, kneeling in the dirt.
Her life of gorgeous scented highlights.
Is gone, as she begins to drown.
There, She stands amongst the carnage.
Knowing her friends are slowing falling.
Embers, soaring, almost burning.
Her leaves are slowly turning brown.
Time, is passing oh so slowly.
Silent, against the demon's roaring.
Slowly, coming slightly closer.
As giants are falling all around.
Now, She fades, begins to wither.
Helpless, kneeling in the dirt.
Her life of gorgeous scented highlights.
Is gone, as she begins to drown.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Oct 2011 00:24am
19th Oct 2011 00:24am
Live
He who laughs shall cry
And he who lives shall die.
He who walks this life alone
Shall disappear when he is gone.
He who makes the earth his home
And he who makes his heart a poem -
The one that does what makes him he,
Is a man of life and shall be free.
Yet the man who trembles dark with fear
Shall never see, nor taste, nor hear
What it is that true life brings
With every note the songbird sings.
A man less known to all life’s kiss
Shall never live but only wish
To touch her tender heart of gold,
But to his dreams his soul was...
And he who lives shall die.
He who walks this life alone
Shall disappear when he is gone.
He who makes the earth his home
And he who makes his heart a poem -
The one that does what makes him he,
Is a man of life and shall be free.
Yet the man who trembles dark with fear
Shall never see, nor taste, nor hear
What it is that true life brings
With every note the songbird sings.
A man less known to all life’s kiss
Shall never live but only wish
To touch her tender heart of gold,
But to his dreams his soul was...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2011 1:46am
18th Oct 2011 1:46am
Language of Mass Destruction
Crying tears of acid pain, on the floor of that blackened room.
That poison-ridden tongue of hers, drowning out the moon.
Her fatal words, disguised as charm, aiming for his heart
And roaring lips of quiet lust spit homicidal darts.
Her hidden thoughts being born aloud, in crackling shades of shout;
Syllables lined with harsh intent, tempting him to be cowed.
Lyrical verses of lucid assault, planned in the planes of Hell -
Grammatically sewn by the Devil himself, in his Secret Scribing Cell.
Penned by the spear that pierced Jesus' flesh, in an ink spawned...
That poison-ridden tongue of hers, drowning out the moon.
Her fatal words, disguised as charm, aiming for his heart
And roaring lips of quiet lust spit homicidal darts.
Her hidden thoughts being born aloud, in crackling shades of shout;
Syllables lined with harsh intent, tempting him to be cowed.
Lyrical verses of lucid assault, planned in the planes of Hell -
Grammatically sewn by the Devil himself, in his Secret Scribing Cell.
Penned by the spear that pierced Jesus' flesh, in an ink spawned...
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