Submissions by silverhawk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm 53 years old and I've been writing since I was in college, more or less.
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Oct 2016 11:14am
16th Oct 2016 11:14am
COMING OF THE RAIN
It seems as though
the rain has not yet begun
and also that it will never stop.
So much love
has passed between us
that we've made our own rain,
and we've made the afternoon
last through half the night
by moving back and forth
across each other,
again
and again
and again.
I'd love to fill you to the brim
so that you'd always be full of my love
and it would spill over,
then I would know for sure
that no one would ever come between us,
no one would ever weave through the distance.
It's still raining,
and it looks...
the rain has not yet begun
and also that it will never stop.
So much love
has passed between us
that we've made our own rain,
and we've made the afternoon
last through half the night
by moving back and forth
across each other,
again
and again
and again.
I'd love to fill you to the brim
so that you'd always be full of my love
and it would spill over,
then I would know for sure
that no one would ever come between us,
no one would ever weave through the distance.
It's still raining,
and it looks...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Oct 2016 12:40pm
15th Oct 2016 12:40pm
SHADOWBOX
I wake
in the bleak,
somber darkness.
It is black
and cold,
yet I sweat
as I lie here trembling.
I'm in a box.
A cold,
dark,
lonely box.
I blink my eyes
and try to stare at my surroundings,
but I see nothing.
Nothing but emptiness
and black,
inky darkness.
I feel like I am sinking.
Not a feeling that is inside of myself,
like you get when nothing is going right
and you feel like everything is sliding quickly downhill,
but from the outside.
The box is sinking
with me hidden away inside,
to the...
in the bleak,
somber darkness.
It is black
and cold,
yet I sweat
as I lie here trembling.
I'm in a box.
A cold,
dark,
lonely box.
I blink my eyes
and try to stare at my surroundings,
but I see nothing.
Nothing but emptiness
and black,
inky darkness.
I feel like I am sinking.
Not a feeling that is inside of myself,
like you get when nothing is going right
and you feel like everything is sliding quickly downhill,
but from the outside.
The box is sinking
with me hidden away inside,
to the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2016 9:16am
15th Oct 2016 9:16am
SHE DANCES
Yesterday morning,
she danced naked
in front of her mirror.
Depressed,
afraid,
ashamed.
Tonight,
she's so tired,
a fragile eggshell
hiding beneath rumpled bed sheets,
blurred thoughts
race through her tortured mind.
Hollow eyes,
rimmed with red,
her broken heart
lost,
she's just waiting for an end,
dancing shadows in her head.
she danced naked
in front of her mirror.
Depressed,
afraid,
ashamed.
Tonight,
she's so tired,
a fragile eggshell
hiding beneath rumpled bed sheets,
blurred thoughts
race through her tortured mind.
Hollow eyes,
rimmed with red,
her broken heart
lost,
she's just waiting for an end,
dancing shadows in her head.
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Oct 2016 12:49pm
14th Oct 2016 12:49pm
Secrets
Hold me close,
just for awhile.
A gentle touch,
a pretty smile.
Please,
free me from all this pain
that I feel;
a moment with you
is all I'll steal.
I long for compassion,
a gentle hand,
a small foundation
upon which I can stand.
Stolen moments,
deceitful,
forbidden.
It is the truth
that should not be hidden.
Promises were made,
which could not be kept;
so many nights
I lain alone
and wept.
Even when we're together,
I'm still alone,
I can't keep this up,
I'm not made of stone.
I need...
just for awhile.
A gentle touch,
a pretty smile.
Please,
free me from all this pain
that I feel;
a moment with you
is all I'll steal.
I long for compassion,
a gentle hand,
a small foundation
upon which I can stand.
Stolen moments,
deceitful,
forbidden.
It is the truth
that should not be hidden.
Promises were made,
which could not be kept;
so many nights
I lain alone
and wept.
Even when we're together,
I'm still alone,
I can't keep this up,
I'm not made of stone.
I need...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2016 1:45pm
12th Oct 2016 1:45pm
AN ADDICT DIES IN THE RAIN
Lonely,
cold,
and tired,
an addict,
his face smeared with dirt,
tears,
and rain,
searches for something to ease his sickness,
and pain,
but he finds nothing.
Exhausted,
and desperate,
he finds a place in an alley,
and lays down to rest,
for just a little while.
Between a dumpster,
and a crumbling,
grungy wall,
the addict drifts away,
and dies alone,
and quietly,
in the night time rain.
cold,
and tired,
an addict,
his face smeared with dirt,
tears,
and rain,
searches for something to ease his sickness,
and pain,
but he finds nothing.
Exhausted,
and desperate,
he finds a place in an alley,
and lays down to rest,
for just a little while.
Between a dumpster,
and a crumbling,
grungy wall,
the addict drifts away,
and dies alone,
and quietly,
in the night time rain.
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