Submissions by thecolorpurple
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
to be frank, I write swiftly and short all with very prevalent meanings.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2016 8:37am
12th Jul 2016 8:37am
Those that wander tend to be forgotten.
the songbird perched high up,
I wander many different paths, lost in this forest,
the melody is a far off tune I seem to trouble a hym.
she whispers my name calling for a new dawn,
my shadow stands long, though I feel uncertain,
I walk towards the brook, and the songbird is singing a new song.
I wander many different paths, lost in this forest,
the melody is a far off tune I seem to trouble a hym.
she whispers my name calling for a new dawn,
my shadow stands long, though I feel uncertain,
I walk towards the brook, and the songbird is singing a new song.
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2016 8:03am
11th Jul 2016 8:03am
What hurts for the lover, never the loved
I cannot explain why we are so cold, nor why we are alone.
Don't hold my hand it will fall through your fingers.
He always said my hands were cold, never realized my eyes were closed.
I'll dissolve away and escape through my freedom.
Lose hope in all you know, don't be timid,
the wind took me elsewhere.
Don't hold my hand it will fall through your fingers.
He always said my hands were cold, never realized my eyes were closed.
I'll dissolve away and escape through my freedom.
Lose hope in all you know, don't be timid,
the wind took me elsewhere.
530 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jul 2016 7:33am
11th Jul 2016 7:33am
Sanctuary
When I'm small, I feel underground.
Hidden in the silhouette, I stand away from the flame.
Aching in her grave, she grabs her chest, smoke coming out her breath.
I stand long against the light, she reaches for my hand.
show me love she says,
I'd rather die than to be with you.
Hidden in the silhouette, I stand away from the flame.
Aching in her grave, she grabs her chest, smoke coming out her breath.
I stand long against the light, she reaches for my hand.
show me love she says,
I'd rather die than to be with you.
522 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2016 9:54am
9th Jul 2016 9:54am
an Artist to an Artist
I mock the respect to give my fellow artists.
Your simple technique doesn't appeal to me.
Shall your lines and curves mimic the flow of your body,
Or do you wish to be as congruent as mine?
To be frank my putrid coworkers, your eyes are dull and I see no vision.
Hide behind your foolish paintings and I will forever be damned if
I call that art!
Your simple technique doesn't appeal to me.
Shall your lines and curves mimic the flow of your body,
Or do you wish to be as congruent as mine?
To be frank my putrid coworkers, your eyes are dull and I see no vision.
Hide behind your foolish paintings and I will forever be damned if
I call that art!
477 reads
2 Comments
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