Submissions by simplemanpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
hello, pleased to be here. this is an amazing site with very talented writers. tis wonderful to be able to dump my thoughts at a true writing site.
in glorious color
The ardent river of prose,
Hastily does flow carrying the
Many lives of The Sublime scheme
Whose beauty brings colour to
An open sea. Travel with glorious
Candor using words for the blind
To sculpt each drip of morning orange
And green dew upon their minds.
Hastily does flow carrying the
Many lives of The Sublime scheme
Whose beauty brings colour to
An open sea. Travel with glorious
Candor using words for the blind
To sculpt each drip of morning orange
And green dew upon their minds.
#motivational
#LifeAsAWriter
#uplifting
#WritingPoetry
#art
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every now i pretend
every now, i pretend
in open fields where dandelions
bloom. where then replays beneath
a two person moon and birds weep
to our whispers that brush upon
the softness of hope.
every now, i pretend the chill
of metal is the brass of our bed
and gowns are made from
daises-laced-silk torn from
your touch...
every now i remember then
and
sigh
in open fields where dandelions
bloom. where then replays beneath
a two person moon and birds weep
to our whispers that brush upon
the softness of hope.
every now, i pretend the chill
of metal is the brass of our bed
and gowns are made from
daises-laced-silk torn from
your touch...
every now i remember then
and
sigh
#hope
#flowers
#animals
#birds
#nature
499 reads
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the company one keeps
weep upon the sand
centered in a box
where toys attract
the damaged little boy
you ignore the one
who needs not your games
but brings you toys and more
you still place that toy
in the middle of the sand
for that boy to notice
and try and try to be your friend
but only for the toy
I am not that boy
centered in a box
where toys attract
the damaged little boy
you ignore the one
who needs not your games
but brings you toys and more
you still place that toy
in the middle of the sand
for that boy to notice
and try and try to be your friend
but only for the toy
I am not that boy
#PopCulture
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1 Comment
Dear Old Friend
Ah, my dear old friend
I sit beneath you and watch
you die once again, perhaps
this may be the last for me.
Waves of breeze sort through
us both, child laughter tingles
my spine as your leaves become
their innocent game of Autumn.
Oh, dear old friend,
shall I be cuddled to your
roots? Eternally caressing your
hidden strength and love with my
heart overfilled with too many years
of living beyond your shade...
I sit beneath you and watch
you die once again, perhaps
this may be the last for me.
Waves of breeze sort through
us both, child laughter tingles
my spine as your leaves become
their innocent game of Autumn.
Oh, dear old friend,
shall I be cuddled to your
roots? Eternally caressing your
hidden strength and love with my
heart overfilled with too many years
of living beyond your shade...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
#friendship
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2 Comments
whispered silence
dare we blend thoughts
and flesh beyond blushing
mirrors. shall we dip the
light of candle into dark
desire. will your unseen
hand blend into my palm,
preserved by the silk of breath--
gently wrapped in the miles
of whispered silence.
and flesh beyond blushing
mirrors. shall we dip the
light of candle into dark
desire. will your unseen
hand blend into my palm,
preserved by the silk of breath--
gently wrapped in the miles
of whispered silence.
#PopCulture
743 reads
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to my palm
To the song of heart,
your heart
that plays softly between
my fingers
while silver strings
harmonize
across the breast of want
that lingers
Nested in an empty moon
our moon
that sings to the muted distance
lies a calm
found between two isles
of dreams
that drifted from your lips
to my palm
your heart
that plays softly between
my fingers
while silver strings
harmonize
across the breast of want
that lingers
Nested in an empty moon
our moon
that sings to the muted distance
lies a calm
found between two isles
of dreams
that drifted from your lips
to my palm
623 reads
2 Comments
the anticipation of her
In the wish of a moonday
a blanket of cloud-white ashes lay
quietly upon the frail legs of spring
Awaiting the kiss of a forgotten fling
Upon the silence of winddrops
a tremble of evergreen tops
fragrant the mood of soon
Where your love and flowers shall bloom
a blanket of cloud-white ashes lay
quietly upon the frail legs of spring
Awaiting the kiss of a forgotten fling
Upon the silence of winddrops
a tremble of evergreen tops
fragrant the mood of soon
Where your love and flowers shall bloom
579 reads
6 Comments
a dance in rage
The wrath that blankets my vision
Alters the path of a fatal decision
Leaving me longing to be encumbered
Nestled by a desire lost while you slumbered
A painted reflection replaces your part
As we dance in rage two hearts apart
Without the music nor even a beat
I melt alone in forbidden heat
Alters the path of a fatal decision
Leaving me longing to be encumbered
Nestled by a desire lost while you slumbered
A painted reflection replaces your part
As we dance in rage two hearts apart
Without the music nor even a beat
I melt alone in forbidden heat
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once mine
Rest me 'pon the shade of trees
cooled by the gentle ease
sprinkle an oceanic scent
over thy canvas of repent
drizzle words through time
blessing a life once mine
cooled by the gentle ease
sprinkle an oceanic scent
over thy canvas of repent
drizzle words through time
blessing a life once mine
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a wait in the rain
I shall wait, in the rain
lips pursed, delicately catching
each drop upon my once desired lover-lip
Time will cuddle me, keep me close
oceans, land and distant stars will be still
while I wait, in the rain for someone to kiss
lips pursed, delicately catching
each drop upon my once desired lover-lip
Time will cuddle me, keep me close
oceans, land and distant stars will be still
while I wait, in the rain for someone to kiss
667 reads
7 Comments
the very madness of me
why must breath be mine
time has come, to see the darkness
that has been felt through windows and doors
visions never star bright or moon light
just slithering blackness that blankets all thought
and drives words to the very madness of me
time has come, to see the darkness
that has been felt through windows and doors
visions never star bright or moon light
just slithering blackness that blankets all thought
and drives words to the very madness of me
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1 Comment
dead flowers
Silk orange teardrops
scripted through seamless air
land upon dirtless graves
gravity, (a heartless bastard)
did not give a damn
arid hearts, desperately confused
scattered about, dead to the memories
of why and once upon
time gathers in eulogy
for flower petals never
laid upon soundless floors
and planted kisses that failed to grow
scripted through seamless air
land upon dirtless graves
gravity, (a heartless bastard)
did not give a damn
arid hearts, desperately confused
scattered about, dead to the memories
of why and once upon
time gathers in eulogy
for flower petals never
laid upon soundless floors
and planted kisses that failed to grow
558 reads
3 Comments
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