Submissions by therefinedpoet (The Refined Poet)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I do not write from a place of angst, frustration, or inner turmoil. My poetry comes from thoughtful introspection and consideration of various topics while respecting the many forms of the poetic genre."
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2015 9:45pm
7th Feb 2015 9:45pm
The Aftermath
Uncomfortable fails to describe,
the multitude of emotions I felt inside.
The look...
The feel...
The smell of death
saturating every soul
No words spoken could erase:
The sadness, the pain, the grief
Everyone longing for relief.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All Rights Reserved.
the multitude of emotions I felt inside.
The look...
The feel...
The smell of death
saturating every soul
No words spoken could erase:
The sadness, the pain, the grief
Everyone longing for relief.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All Rights Reserved.
858 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Nov 2014 2:26pm
12th Nov 2014 2:26pm
A Fool's Delight
Why are these seven called deadly?
They only bring death to the static and mundane.
Last week was the best week of my life;
Committing these sins did not make me insane.
On Sunday, I unleashed my unrighteous wrath:
Vengeance upon all! I got the last laugh.
Monday, I cheated on some business deals,
Made money I didn't need to satiate my greed.
Tuesday came in with no work or thought,
Accomplished nothing being a slave to sloth.
Wednesday, I strutted about as a king on high;
Feeling sure of myself with an over-inflated sense of pride.
...
They only bring death to the static and mundane.
Last week was the best week of my life;
Committing these sins did not make me insane.
On Sunday, I unleashed my unrighteous wrath:
Vengeance upon all! I got the last laugh.
Monday, I cheated on some business deals,
Made money I didn't need to satiate my greed.
Tuesday came in with no work or thought,
Accomplished nothing being a slave to sloth.
Wednesday, I strutted about as a king on high;
Feeling sure of myself with an over-inflated sense of pride.
...
948 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Nov 2014 2:19pm
12th Nov 2014 2:19pm
A Writer's Rage
Who ever invented the art of writing,
must have done it as to keep men from fighting.
The creator of the first functional pen,
surely had the goal of guarding men from sin.
When emotions are heated, in an uproar;
And feelings surface which one cannot ignore,
There's a way to respond without an attack;
Without violence or a wicked comeback.
Rather than drawing blood, just spill ink in prose
Penning vengeful thoughts on paper, not throw blows
Authors... poets... know the secret of the age
Sit and create works, the cure for a writer's rage.
must have done it as to keep men from fighting.
The creator of the first functional pen,
surely had the goal of guarding men from sin.
When emotions are heated, in an uproar;
And feelings surface which one cannot ignore,
There's a way to respond without an attack;
Without violence or a wicked comeback.
Rather than drawing blood, just spill ink in prose
Penning vengeful thoughts on paper, not throw blows
Authors... poets... know the secret of the age
Sit and create works, the cure for a writer's rage.
1355 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 3:09pm
23rd Oct 2014 3:09pm
A Piece of My Mind
1426 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Aug 2014 10:08pm
6th Aug 2014 10:08pm
Trapped
2133 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 4:03am
5th Feb 2014 4:03am
Puppet on a String
Passion. Desire. Lust.
To be with her was a must.
Emotional storms raged on the inside
Was a puppet on a string, lost all pride.
When she left, a part of me died.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
To be with her was a must.
Emotional storms raged on the inside
Was a puppet on a string, lost all pride.
When she left, a part of me died.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
917 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 3:55am
5th Feb 2014 3:55am
Love's Fool
I was such an idiot and a fool!
I opened my heart trusting your sweet words.
Never fathomed the pit of despair,
I would fall into without having you there
Who says love is for the birds?
They really must hate these air raiders.
No creature should ever experience such pain,
Being left as wounded animal bleeding and lame
Well now I know what true sorrow reveals -
Loneliness, emptiness, and sadness unmeasured.
If time is the designated healer of all wounds,
It needs to get here fast, I mean real soon!
© 2013 The Refined...
I opened my heart trusting your sweet words.
Never fathomed the pit of despair,
I would fall into without having you there
Who says love is for the birds?
They really must hate these air raiders.
No creature should ever experience such pain,
Being left as wounded animal bleeding and lame
Well now I know what true sorrow reveals -
Loneliness, emptiness, and sadness unmeasured.
If time is the designated healer of all wounds,
It needs to get here fast, I mean real soon!
© 2013 The Refined...
907 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2014 5:31am
27th Jan 2014 5:31am
Grief
Grief: An elixir intoxicating my soul;
Saturating my being as deadly black mold.
Why is this my plight, to embrace darkness as light?
Happiness taunts me like billowing ocean waves,
Leaving me longing for the comfort of the grave.
Grief: My biographer's unchanging nom du plume;
Authoring a tale intricate as the great Hume,
With chapters of despair, filled with desolation.
The epilogue, I suppose, will offer relief;
Releasing my soul from this epic penned by grief.
©2014 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved
Saturating my being as deadly black mold.
Why is this my plight, to embrace darkness as light?
Happiness taunts me like billowing ocean waves,
Leaving me longing for the comfort of the grave.
Grief: My biographer's unchanging nom du plume;
Authoring a tale intricate as the great Hume,
With chapters of despair, filled with desolation.
The epilogue, I suppose, will offer relief;
Releasing my soul from this epic penned by grief.
©2014 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved
780 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 1:03am
29th Sep 2013 1:03am
Never Knew
Elated when I met you
Ecstatic when I talked to you
Never knew what love at first sight felt like.
Mesmerized by your appearance
Captivated by your presence
Never knew what true beauty looked like.
Enthralled by your grace
Allured by your charms
Never knew what true admiration held like.
Excited by your touch
Electrified by your kiss
Never knew what true passion burned like.
Devastated by your betrayal
Destroyed by your departure
Never knew what true pain felt like... Until now. ...
Ecstatic when I talked to you
Never knew what love at first sight felt like.
Mesmerized by your appearance
Captivated by your presence
Never knew what true beauty looked like.
Enthralled by your grace
Allured by your charms
Never knew what true admiration held like.
Excited by your touch
Electrified by your kiss
Never knew what true passion burned like.
Devastated by your betrayal
Destroyed by your departure
Never knew what true pain felt like... Until now. ...
983 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 00:44am
29th Sep 2013 00:44am
Emancipation
You have held me in bondage long enough
Trapped by your feel, your smell, your touch
My heart made weak
My countenance made pale
Now I crawl from under you sail
No longer carried away by winds of desire
Nor driven by the currents of comfort
My anchor is released
My resolve has taken hold
My soul escaping
Out of the ashes of addiction
I arise
Out of the smoke of compulsion
I flee
Out of the dust of defeat
I am now breaking free.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
Trapped by your feel, your smell, your touch
My heart made weak
My countenance made pale
Now I crawl from under you sail
No longer carried away by winds of desire
Nor driven by the currents of comfort
My anchor is released
My resolve has taken hold
My soul escaping
Out of the ashes of addiction
I arise
Out of the smoke of compulsion
I flee
Out of the dust of defeat
I am now breaking free.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
693 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2013 6:48am
9th Sep 2013 6:48am
Anatomy of a FOOL (Acrostic)
Failure at learning from mistakes; pitiful, poor in judgment
Only a complainer; a passionately, professed curmudgeon
Obstinate in views; denying, despising wisdom and peace
Leaving a legacy of disrespect; troubled, tortured soul no relief.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All Rights Reserved.
Only a complainer; a passionately, professed curmudgeon
Obstinate in views; denying, despising wisdom and peace
Leaving a legacy of disrespect; troubled, tortured soul no relief.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All Rights Reserved.
970 reads
0 Comments
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