Submissions by theemptyechoes
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poetry goes upon inspiration or lack of information. I really don't have much of a signature or trade mark, but I try to keep my meanings strong.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2012 6:05pm
27th Jul 2012 6:05pm
Crowd Surfing
Leaving all insecurities behind
putting faith in others
letting your body be carried
atop of bodies.
Your face is full of smile,
your heart is full of nerves and awe,
and you brain is full of the music
as your body pulsates to the beat
atop of the crowd of pulsing bodies.
putting faith in others
letting your body be carried
atop of bodies.
Your face is full of smile,
your heart is full of nerves and awe,
and you brain is full of the music
as your body pulsates to the beat
atop of the crowd of pulsing bodies.
799 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2012 6:04pm
27th Jul 2012 6:04pm
The Holocaust
There was no happy endings
there was either death
or injury
or sorrow
no one won.
A disgraceful past
being called a lie
a disgusting history
no one can change.
Differences fueled hatred
which then fueled the furnace
and millions of lives went up in smoke
a smoke that stung the nostrils of the “good side”
but not many eyes
meaning there were no tears to extinguish the flames .
there was either death
or injury
or sorrow
no one won.
A disgraceful past
being called a lie
a disgusting history
no one can change.
Differences fueled hatred
which then fueled the furnace
and millions of lives went up in smoke
a smoke that stung the nostrils of the “good side”
but not many eyes
meaning there were no tears to extinguish the flames .
600 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jul 2012 4:27am
15th Jul 2012 4:27am
Smile
When smiles
are washed away
by tears,
fears arrive
hoping the smile comes back,
someday.
are washed away
by tears,
fears arrive
hoping the smile comes back,
someday.
668 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jul 2012 8:11am
8th Jul 2012 8:11am
Submerged Cares
Upon the head of the bum,
who is already drowning,
raindrops fall with determination.
Filling his cardboard home to the brim
with grimy water.
With a few tears
the bum is submerged
but he doesn’t fight
because he has nothing to fight for.
A man walks by
and kicks the box
with hopes to raddle the bum.
With a front view of the man walking away
you see the lifeless body of the bum
fall out of the decaying box
with streaks from his eyes
on his...
who is already drowning,
raindrops fall with determination.
Filling his cardboard home to the brim
with grimy water.
With a few tears
the bum is submerged
but he doesn’t fight
because he has nothing to fight for.
A man walks by
and kicks the box
with hopes to raddle the bum.
With a front view of the man walking away
you see the lifeless body of the bum
fall out of the decaying box
with streaks from his eyes
on his...
642 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jul 2012 8:08am
8th Jul 2012 8:08am
Puzzle Pieces
All of the missing puzzle pieces
that get away and “go on without the rest”
are searching for their matching pieces
because the puzzle they came from,
isn’t always the right puzzle,
with the right piece,
and that right piece could be anywhere,
so those stray pieces run,
to find their soul-mate!
that get away and “go on without the rest”
are searching for their matching pieces
because the puzzle they came from,
isn’t always the right puzzle,
with the right piece,
and that right piece could be anywhere,
so those stray pieces run,
to find their soul-mate!
1131 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2012 3:54am
7th Jul 2012 3:54am
Vines
It irks her
when she sees the ignorance that blooms around her
like May flowers after April showers
she’s stuck in a forever growing field
with no sickle in hand
or away to get out of the tangle.
Not even the vexed air that she radiates
can kill off the tangled mass
of ignorant vines
surrounding her, isolating her.
A challenge arises
to fight the world
on her own
without anyone
to watch her back.
And from an aerial view
the vines spell out,
...
when she sees the ignorance that blooms around her
like May flowers after April showers
she’s stuck in a forever growing field
with no sickle in hand
or away to get out of the tangle.
Not even the vexed air that she radiates
can kill off the tangled mass
of ignorant vines
surrounding her, isolating her.
A challenge arises
to fight the world
on her own
without anyone
to watch her back.
And from an aerial view
the vines spell out,
...
616 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th Jul 2012 3:33am
7th Jul 2012 3:33am
Labyrinth of Nightmares
Within a labyrinth a girl cried all alone.
She sat against one of the many dead ends she ran to
and she let herself go.
The moon was beginning to take the suns place
and the stars arose in time to stick their tongues out at the over-powering sum
while they witnessed that girl giving up all hope.
She lay on her side
curled up in a ball
singing a soft song
of slight reassurance.
The long, cold night
turned to day
and awoke the girl from her nightmare.
She awoke in her bed
covered by her favourite blanket.
It was all a dream ...
She sat against one of the many dead ends she ran to
and she let herself go.
The moon was beginning to take the suns place
and the stars arose in time to stick their tongues out at the over-powering sum
while they witnessed that girl giving up all hope.
She lay on her side
curled up in a ball
singing a soft song
of slight reassurance.
The long, cold night
turned to day
and awoke the girl from her nightmare.
She awoke in her bed
covered by her favourite blanket.
It was all a dream ...
710 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jul 2012 4:56am
6th Jul 2012 4:56am
Lock Box
The deeper you fall,
the harder you fall,
I have learned that over time
so I have started locking my heart up
in a metal box
lined with red velvet
as to protect it from harm.
But secretly I long for someone to steal that box,
with hopes that they do not shake it to see what's inside
for that may surely kill me.
the harder you fall,
I have learned that over time
so I have started locking my heart up
in a metal box
lined with red velvet
as to protect it from harm.
But secretly I long for someone to steal that box,
with hopes that they do not shake it to see what's inside
for that may surely kill me.
926 reads
6 Comments
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