Submissions by souladareatease
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect- Steven Wright
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 2:08pm
29th Mar 2020 2:08pm
Without My Light
Blue was the morning
my grey mist among trees
rituals wrap tightly to arm and heart
as everyday dies without
There's a candle for You
burning in the empty
whimpering with plea
that will never give back
diamonds fall form to stream
such precious memories
trembling...
my breath never again the same
Our heads held together saw sunlight
nightime yarns spun side by side
as conversation sparred equally
Your focused eyes locked in contact, full with loves attention
...
my grey mist among trees
rituals wrap tightly to arm and heart
as everyday dies without
There's a candle for You
burning in the empty
whimpering with plea
that will never give back
diamonds fall form to stream
such precious memories
trembling...
my breath never again the same
Our heads held together saw sunlight
nightime yarns spun side by side
as conversation sparred equally
Your focused eyes locked in contact, full with loves attention
...
#gratitude
#admiration
#respect
#emptiness
#bittersweet
1097 reads
35 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2020 3:45pm
8th Mar 2020 3:45pm
A (Pause) centering
I am unknown
lain
forgotten
clock in submission
I am unknown
shutdown
again
indifference
She stepped out of the hotel, stolen by a moments glance from her window.
Wrap of ivy fills the brick walls, small cracks wind at the edge and Her mind floods to a time when life was simpler.
How the Ivy wrapped her childhood home scent of hibiscus the beloved missing element here.
The fountain being what drew her out, sat proudly and inviting with its bench seats and gentle spray....
lain
forgotten
clock in submission
I am unknown
shutdown
again
indifference
She stepped out of the hotel, stolen by a moments glance from her window.
Wrap of ivy fills the brick walls, small cracks wind at the edge and Her mind floods to a time when life was simpler.
How the Ivy wrapped her childhood home scent of hibiscus the beloved missing element here.
The fountain being what drew her out, sat proudly and inviting with its bench seats and gentle spray....
#inspirational
#TimeHeals
#gratitude
895 reads
21 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2020 4:42pm
2nd Mar 2020 4:42pm
Headcase 9
Life was fucked black and charred
dangled remains ripped from the carcass
there was no herald, only despair
plague of darkness slowly settles in
peeling skin raked by bubbled flesh
melted viscous streams to floor--screaming
nightmares die hard, awaiting swung blade
a doorway to cob-web and staircase
the bone holding cup runneth over
we are the receivers cast down in shadow shunned by light
as dark shards pierce the beating heart
squeeze box melodies whine with last gasps
awaiting our train to hell and flame as...
dangled remains ripped from the carcass
there was no herald, only despair
plague of darkness slowly settles in
peeling skin raked by bubbled flesh
melted viscous streams to floor--screaming
nightmares die hard, awaiting swung blade
a doorway to cob-web and staircase
the bone holding cup runneth over
we are the receivers cast down in shadow shunned by light
as dark shards pierce the beating heart
squeeze box melodies whine with last gasps
awaiting our train to hell and flame as...
#monsters
#ghosts
636 reads
23 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Feb 2020 4:58pm
27th Feb 2020 4:58pm
Loadstone
Found on the dark-side of town
came the rush
run
dissemination
they oozed ice cool
straight blades in their little fingertips
steady in the get-up
Spokane and all the rest
was it able I do not know
for coal is one rough diamond
while sifting dust
along a trail of white-line-fever
lungs and gonna-bust
eighteen barley's and a belt
left a hell of a bench seat
where pine and ass stick
......stuck together in give up
fuck riding (position) a wooden womb
came the rush
run
dissemination
they oozed ice cool
straight blades in their little fingertips
steady in the get-up
Spokane and all the rest
was it able I do not know
for coal is one rough diamond
while sifting dust
along a trail of white-line-fever
lungs and gonna-bust
eighteen barley's and a belt
left a hell of a bench seat
where pine and ass stick
......stuck together in give up
fuck riding (position) a wooden womb
#inspirational
#misunderstood
#sacrifice #wisdom
#sacrifice #wisdom
769 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2020 7:57am
22nd Feb 2020 7:57am
Filling In The Tin Station
(Joe's garage circa '89)
Was it in the window
worn to the weather
those reflections
glassed over my eyes
I wonder where You are
looking over Your shoulder
reaching back further
a wisp of time
were I never lost upon
shadow and ghost
I don't think I'd check
yet be put right in place
then there was that moment...
I saw Your face
alive inside
counting down
lost in silence
Was it in the window
worn to the weather
those reflections
glassed over my eyes
I wonder where You are
looking over Your shoulder
reaching back further
a wisp of time
were I never lost upon
shadow and ghost
I don't think I'd check
yet be put right in place
then there was that moment...
I saw Your face
alive inside
counting down
lost in silence
#memories
#misunderstood
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
#responsibility
614 reads
13 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Feb 2020 11:48pm
20th Feb 2020 11:48pm
Mt. Zion
Old nuns prattle speaking in tongue
mulling over god and devils, roll
stench of death climbs from floorboard creaks then croak
held under time
She the prayer pulled with might
ran out the ranks to circle file
Holy owned ointment twitching floor
eyes of large, mouth open
every syllable scripture, daring, old
Cowl embalmed
black and white
Sattan'as God
the never sents
hood wink in pride
She knew fervent
dips into the ether
true rapture
and the let down
of runners high
So...
mulling over god and devils, roll
stench of death climbs from floorboard creaks then croak
held under time
She the prayer pulled with might
ran out the ranks to circle file
Holy owned ointment twitching floor
eyes of large, mouth open
every syllable scripture, daring, old
Cowl embalmed
black and white
Sattan'as God
the never sents
hood wink in pride
She knew fervent
dips into the ether
true rapture
and the let down
of runners high
So...
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
560 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Feb 2020 3:54pm
18th Feb 2020 3:54pm
Rubberneck
In the beginning it was everything
Outside in the cold nails of the rain
we were just between, despondence and maybe's.
Stuck face to face with multiple perceptions in an undying truth.
I was watching "The Station" and giggling out loud
at the self-important fluff
that we call "talking shit".
How often can one witness the pats to a back
then decide to listen a little longer?
No thanks idiot Ma'am,
I'll keep rollin' on
paltry annoys.
Healthy egos have their place
pompous over-bearing types of self-importance ...
Outside in the cold nails of the rain
we were just between, despondence and maybe's.
Stuck face to face with multiple perceptions in an undying truth.
I was watching "The Station" and giggling out loud
at the self-important fluff
that we call "talking shit".
How often can one witness the pats to a back
then decide to listen a little longer?
No thanks idiot Ma'am,
I'll keep rollin' on
paltry annoys.
Healthy egos have their place
pompous over-bearing types of self-importance ...
#identity
#freedom
#art #responsibility
#art #responsibility
660 reads
14 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2020 11:25am
14th Feb 2020 11:25am
Skirting The Waters Of Styx
I have no coin to eyes at the moment
as I wander the edge of these waters
Reflecting lifetimes flash amidst the waves
painting many happy times
there are no regrets
Only experience and all the definition it entails
Were it only once that death had its questions
the ramble here would never exist.
The walk of steady rhythm
more days of questions asked
...or the offbeat path
Gradual descent
into open arrival
I casually observe then immerse
myself with what detail
the winds...
as I wander the edge of these waters
Reflecting lifetimes flash amidst the waves
painting many happy times
there are no regrets
Only experience and all the definition it entails
Were it only once that death had its questions
the ramble here would never exist.
The walk of steady rhythm
more days of questions asked
...or the offbeat path
Gradual descent
into open arrival
I casually observe then immerse
myself with what detail
the winds...
#LifeCycle
858 reads
20 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2020 1:55pm
29th Jan 2020 1:55pm
Isolated objects (roadside incident)
Thought I was laying in my garden
with my hands deep in soil
but I was there on an island
shooting flares at Your boat---Nathan Willett
Broken across the back of once heralded halos
out in the open fields
tires burnin' dark
paste the flesh orange
ripping it up again
another black stain on history
passed through our hands
tattooed on their backs
and where have their windows
with rocks in every corner
brought home
I don't know
For the curtain is shut
...
with my hands deep in soil
but I was there on an island
shooting flares at Your boat---Nathan Willett
Broken across the back of once heralded halos
out in the open fields
tires burnin' dark
paste the flesh orange
ripping it up again
another black stain on history
passed through our hands
tattooed on their backs
and where have their windows
with rocks in every corner
brought home
I don't know
For the curtain is shut
...
#anxiety
#despair
587 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jan 2020 12:36pm
25th Jan 2020 12:36pm
Summers Sun
She was pheromone
aware
wrapped up in the lips
pursed and pressed
awaiting
true response
where was he at
lost in seams
dangling
on a flesh'd bit
he was unaware
smothered
by no other sound
than complete
white alabaster shrines
gleam
in the sun
the southern warm glow
wind up railings
wait as defensive giant
another eye to misted windows...
broke they know
eye to intent eye
the lock of the front door
bit of hair betwixt finger ...
aware
wrapped up in the lips
pursed and pressed
awaiting
true response
where was he at
lost in seams
dangling
on a flesh'd bit
he was unaware
smothered
by no other sound
than complete
white alabaster shrines
gleam
in the sun
the southern warm glow
wind up railings
wait as defensive giant
another eye to misted windows...
broke they know
eye to intent eye
the lock of the front door
bit of hair betwixt finger ...
#happiness
#love
#strength
650 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2020 3:10pm
15th Jan 2020 3:10pm
A TAX
Deterioration stalks the withering stone
the world of pyramid, Stonehenge and eye
gray cataracts fill voids in a milk-like layer
arthritic grasps for the indifferent
we stare in stun at the past
the accelerated scare
while fog stays adrift, carried along with its promise
dreaming in the remembrance
the absolute of color
our future grey and tarot touted
stuck just out of reach as the hour draws nearer
have You Your monument, flesh of stone preserved
the pyre burning
pre-built with extra care and joists ...
the world of pyramid, Stonehenge and eye
gray cataracts fill voids in a milk-like layer
arthritic grasps for the indifferent
we stare in stun at the past
the accelerated scare
while fog stays adrift, carried along with its promise
dreaming in the remembrance
the absolute of color
our future grey and tarot touted
stuck just out of reach as the hour draws nearer
have You Your monument, flesh of stone preserved
the pyre burning
pre-built with extra care and joists ...
#death
#LifeCycle
532 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Nov 2019 6:27pm
17th Nov 2019 6:27pm
Bag Of Bones
Fold Winters breath between hidden valley
Beats break like no other
across the literal back
We rode the eventide, smoke,sin & skin
lost indentations that no longer remain
pierce the lonely mind
solemn statues, ornament objects
shine
to shine in the dark with widening iris
shook across hyper'ed flesh, every bump rises
The beast of two backs, painted artisan aplomb
kiss me empty with once-upon-a-time-
loss
The cretin emerges swallowed in sweat
a token of appreciation
where Mary...
Beats break like no other
across the literal back
We rode the eventide, smoke,sin & skin
lost indentations that no longer remain
pierce the lonely mind
solemn statues, ornament objects
shine
to shine in the dark with widening iris
shook across hyper'ed flesh, every bump rises
The beast of two backs, painted artisan aplomb
kiss me empty with once-upon-a-time-
loss
The cretin emerges swallowed in sweat
a token of appreciation
where Mary...
#LifeCycle
866 reads
9 Comments
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