Submissions by wallyroo92
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Inspired by life, literature, love and music.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2019 00:28am
19th Feb 2019 00:28am
On So What
When I was young, learning, discovering my craft,
When I wasn’t yet well schooled,
Upon hearing it for the first time,
It opened up my eyes to the epitome of cool.
And it was just the first track...
Paul was laying this really soft casual groove,
Bill played an unorthodox chord underneath,
While Jimmy softly rode the cymbal,
This is where John had learned to cut his teeth.
And the bass said “Hey guys I have to tell you”,
They all said “So what”,
“Hey guys I have to tell you something”,
“So what”,
“Come on guys...
When I wasn’t yet well schooled,
Upon hearing it for the first time,
It opened up my eyes to the epitome of cool.
And it was just the first track...
Paul was laying this really soft casual groove,
Bill played an unorthodox chord underneath,
While Jimmy softly rode the cymbal,
This is where John had learned to cut his teeth.
And the bass said “Hey guys I have to tell you”,
They all said “So what”,
“Hey guys I have to tell you something”,
“So what”,
“Come on guys...
#music
680 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2019 1:23am
27th Jan 2019 1:23am
...and Death Came
Tell me Mary,
what did you hear when eternity was calling?
how did it feel to pass through that door?
because in the darkness beyond
all the stars shining in the distance
were saying your name.
All your strength and courage,
all your wisdom and experience,
never left your side,
at the pass into infinity
I’d to think you smiled peacefully ,
serenely
because you gave this world something so valuable.
The legacy you’ve left behind…
the works of art that fill the heart with wonder
are a testament...
what did you hear when eternity was calling?
how did it feel to pass through that door?
because in the darkness beyond
all the stars shining in the distance
were saying your name.
All your strength and courage,
all your wisdom and experience,
never left your side,
at the pass into infinity
I’d to think you smiled peacefully ,
serenely
because you gave this world something so valuable.
The legacy you’ve left behind…
the works of art that fill the heart with wonder
are a testament...
#death
999 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2018 1:02am
22nd Dec 2018 1:02am
An Open Letter to My Father
12/20/2018
Dear Frank, I want to be frank with you,
I want to be open and honest with what I’m about to say,
Because even though I said goodbye some time ago,
I’m blue because today it ended this way.
I know you had your demons, they’re hard to let go,
But you fought hard and fell and got up and fell again,
And though you didn’t always make the best choices,
After so many long talks, I know there was good in you.
I know we laughed, we cried and you tried,
But I always loved hearing you talk to your grandchildren,...
Dear Frank, I want to be frank with you,
I want to be open and honest with what I’m about to say,
Because even though I said goodbye some time ago,
I’m blue because today it ended this way.
I know you had your demons, they’re hard to let go,
But you fought hard and fell and got up and fell again,
And though you didn’t always make the best choices,
After so many long talks, I know there was good in you.
I know we laughed, we cried and you tried,
But I always loved hearing you talk to your grandchildren,...
#father
#parent
#death
#memories
#son
1120 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2018 2:38am
8th Dec 2018 2:38am
Promises to Keep
I. December
The clouds came over the valley,
Bringing the much needed winter rain,
And though we needed it so badly,
I didn’t realize the conditions sadly,
Would also bring me a bit of pain.
The path between the mountains
Had been closed due to snow,
And so I found myself surrounded,
By weary travelers also grounded,
Who had to wait until tomorrow.
But I had made a promise to my son,
That I would there in the morning,
Some of them turned back one by one,
But I could not sit still or wait for the sun ...
The clouds came over the valley,
Bringing the much needed winter rain,
And though we needed it so badly,
I didn’t realize the conditions sadly,
Would also bring me a bit of pain.
The path between the mountains
Had been closed due to snow,
And so I found myself surrounded,
By weary travelers also grounded,
Who had to wait until tomorrow.
But I had made a promise to my son,
That I would there in the morning,
Some of them turned back one by one,
But I could not sit still or wait for the sun ...
#rain
#storm
#nature
#mountains
#snow
1008 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
27th Nov 2018 7:05pm
27th Nov 2018 7:05pm
Mother Hood
She stood there,
slightly ominous with a red hood that covered most of her face,
with a long red coat that reached all the way down to her boots.
“What about her?” I asked him curiously “she looks really cool”,
“Her name is Mother Hood” he responded “but she’s a villain”.
“How can she be a villain is she’s a mother?” I asked surprised,
“Technically she’s not a mother” he said as we glanced at her stance,
menacing like something out of a comic book or a graphic novel.
Then I wondered,
why on earth he would conjure up such a villainous...
slightly ominous with a red hood that covered most of her face,
with a long red coat that reached all the way down to her boots.
“What about her?” I asked him curiously “she looks really cool”,
“Her name is Mother Hood” he responded “but she’s a villain”.
“How can she be a villain is she’s a mother?” I asked surprised,
“Technically she’s not a mother” he said as we glanced at her stance,
menacing like something out of a comic book or a graphic novel.
Then I wondered,
why on earth he would conjure up such a villainous...
#ghosts
#ElizabethBishop
1140 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2018 00:30am
30th Oct 2018 00:30am
I Am a Work in Progress
I am a work in progress,
Always in process,
From the time I took my first breath,
Until my death,
Everything in between is up to me,
I know I will never be perfect,
But to that effect,
I can strive to reach my potential,
To the best of my understanding and intellect.
I am an old canvass,
Painted over and over again,
With each coat becoming thicker,
Learning quicker that as time goes by,
As the ink dries I represent something new,
I can either be a reflection
Or a representation of the...
Always in process,
From the time I took my first breath,
Until my death,
Everything in between is up to me,
I know I will never be perfect,
But to that effect,
I can strive to reach my potential,
To the best of my understanding and intellect.
I am an old canvass,
Painted over and over again,
With each coat becoming thicker,
Learning quicker that as time goes by,
As the ink dries I represent something new,
I can either be a reflection
Or a representation of the...
#LifeCycle
1252 reads
2 Comments
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