Submissions by wallyroo92
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Inspired by life, literature, love and music.
One of Them
Cold shadows collected, strewn through the night
Like a dark trousseau full of mourning and grief
As the remnants of ghosts and specters past
Gather around like a den of thieves
But my eyes could not distinguish life from death
The very fabric of reality has been lost to memory
With an emptiness that seems to weigh a ton
Where the silence feels quite deafening
There, secrets are whispered in frayed threads
Fractured and broken in mnemonic tones
Lost forever in the echoes of time
Knowing I’ll become one of them
Like a dark trousseau full of mourning and grief
As the remnants of ghosts and specters past
Gather around like a den of thieves
But my eyes could not distinguish life from death
The very fabric of reality has been lost to memory
With an emptiness that seems to weigh a ton
Where the silence feels quite deafening
There, secrets are whispered in frayed threads
Fractured and broken in mnemonic tones
Lost forever in the echoes of time
Knowing I’ll become one of them
#dark
#depression
84 reads
2 Comments
Still Bleeding Blue
I remember it was some time in the fall
In fourth grade
Fernando came to our school
I drew a cool poster of him in a pitching windup
There were hundreds of us out in the recess yard
He walked around and shook our hands
He was so young
That was 1984
Now he’s gone
But on game 1
The team put number 34
Right behind the pitcher’s mound
And when Freddie hit that Grand Slam
It took me back to Gibson’s 9th inning blast
I was fourteen all over again
Jumping and...
In fourth grade
Fernando came to our school
I drew a cool poster of him in a pitching windup
There were hundreds of us out in the recess yard
He walked around and shook our hands
He was so young
That was 1984
Now he’s gone
But on game 1
The team put number 34
Right behind the pitcher’s mound
And when Freddie hit that Grand Slam
It took me back to Gibson’s 9th inning blast
I was fourteen all over again
Jumping and...
#memories
#sports
88 reads
6 Comments
Some Drive By Poetry
Some Drive By Poetry
#funny
#WritingPoetry
85 reads
4 Comments
American Idle
Vote now for your favorite performer!
Or else your ballot will go up in smoke
Because the latter unlike the former
Is a serious offense and not a joke
Some like to stoke flames of hate
Then pretend and look the other way
But all this useless idling just creates
More mayhem to everyone’s dismay
Still many strive to move forward
With growth, progress, and common goals
While other’s stagger with vile words
Delusional and completely out of control
Many of us can sense a wind of change
We feel hope and...
Or else your ballot will go up in smoke
Because the latter unlike the former
Is a serious offense and not a joke
Some like to stoke flames of hate
Then pretend and look the other way
But all this useless idling just creates
More mayhem to everyone’s dismay
Still many strive to move forward
With growth, progress, and common goals
While other’s stagger with vile words
Delusional and completely out of control
Many of us can sense a wind of change
We feel hope and...
#funny
#LifeStruggles
116 reads
18 Comments
Save Me
I dreamt that you were six years old again
Yet somehow, I knew it was a dream
Subconsciously I was aware of our current time and place
But it didn’t matter
I was going to enjoy this little journey
You took my hand
Led me to the living room with all the toys
I sat with you
I hugged you
Your little face lit
Your bright smile
You spoke to me
I was happy in all the details of your face
Your innocence
I miss you being that little
I miss you all being that small
I held back my tears
Time has...
Yet somehow, I knew it was a dream
Subconsciously I was aware of our current time and place
But it didn’t matter
I was going to enjoy this little journey
You took my hand
Led me to the living room with all the toys
I sat with you
I hugged you
Your little face lit
Your bright smile
You spoke to me
I was happy in all the details of your face
Your innocence
I miss you being that little
I miss you all being that small
I held back my tears
Time has...
#Autism
#children
#memories
163 reads
14 Comments
I Put The...
#funny
#WritingPoetry
264 reads
10 Comments
Blue Moon
August 3rd, 2024
No I was not outside looking up at the night sky
I was in my bedroom trying put the child to sleep
But I forgot the neon lights would catch her eye
A curiosity awakened her instead of counting sheep
I tried to reason with her and spoke to her with logic
But she was more interested in the colorful lights
Then smiling at me like I was some kind of comic
Pleading with her as it was getting late into the night
And when the hue turned to my favorite color blue
She sat up and stared at them again as if in a trance ...
No I was not outside looking up at the night sky
I was in my bedroom trying put the child to sleep
But I forgot the neon lights would catch her eye
A curiosity awakened her instead of counting sheep
I tried to reason with her and spoke to her with logic
But she was more interested in the colorful lights
Then smiling at me like I was some kind of comic
Pleading with her as it was getting late into the night
And when the hue turned to my favorite color blue
She sat up and stared at them again as if in a trance ...
#children
#funny
186 reads
12 Comments
Retrogenesis
She taught me not to fear death
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
#aging
#family
#grief #parent
#grief #parent
218 reads
19 Comments
...down Time
I could see every note
Every rudiment down to the last beat
Sticks bouncing smoothly on the snare
As I marked time with my feet
I remember bullets whizzing by
Amid vociferous explosions and screams
A deafening quiet for a second
When soldiers saw me running in the street
I still recall the loud thunder
When lightning hit that tree behind our home
Me, sprinting fast and scared
Feeling a chill down to my bones
But now when I run, I hear my breath
With a steady rhythm in my mind
Every pulse perfectly played ...
Every rudiment down to the last beat
Sticks bouncing smoothly on the snare
As I marked time with my feet
I remember bullets whizzing by
Amid vociferous explosions and screams
A deafening quiet for a second
When soldiers saw me running in the street
I still recall the loud thunder
When lightning hit that tree behind our home
Me, sprinting fast and scared
Feeling a chill down to my bones
But now when I run, I hear my breath
With a steady rhythm in my mind
Every pulse perfectly played ...
#escape
#memories
#music
107 reads
2 Comments
A Girl Named Indigo
They say she descended after one summer storm
Like a pretty reverie arched right out of the blue
With eyes so expressive as if they whispered secrets
That men were entranced by that delightful hue
Some say she emerged from the sea late after dusk
A balance of dark and light that nature surely dyes
Designed and crafted by the hand of a divine being
Because the ocean depths were captured in her eyes
Others will tell you she rose from a field of flowers
As if the flora had tinted her windows to the soul
Bearing a delicate semblance of...
Like a pretty reverie arched right out of the blue
With eyes so expressive as if they whispered secrets
That men were entranced by that delightful hue
Some say she emerged from the sea late after dusk
A balance of dark and light that nature surely dyes
Designed and crafted by the hand of a divine being
Because the ocean depths were captured in her eyes
Others will tell you she rose from a field of flowers
As if the flora had tinted her windows to the soul
Bearing a delicate semblance of...
#dreams
#WritingPoetry
150 reads
6 Comments
Make it So...
#dirty
#funny
#WritingPoetry
243 reads
6 Comments
From My Imagination
#erotic
#lover
#lust #sensual
#lust #sensual
336 reads
2 Comments
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