Submissions by wallyroo92
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Inspired by life, literature, love and music.
Funeral for a Friend
It’s the little things
The recollections
Those memories of times we all shared
They seem so long ago…
Our group lost another friend
And the smiles and laughs captured in those photographs
Show how wonderful and amazing she was
All I hope is that in remembrance of her
For all the times we shared though they are long gone
Are at the core of heart and memory
For the rest of our lives…
Rest in peace old friend
The recollections
Those memories of times we all shared
They seem so long ago…
Our group lost another friend
And the smiles and laughs captured in those photographs
Show how wonderful and amazing she was
All I hope is that in remembrance of her
For all the times we shared though they are long gone
Are at the core of heart and memory
For the rest of our lives…
Rest in peace old friend
#death
#friendship
#memories
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The Lonely Rider in the Storm
A few minutes past the midnight hour, the chambermaids began to scour
Searching for the horrific cries of a woman somewhere on the third floor
And upon finding the guest room, the nervous manager broke in like a goon
They heard her screams of pain coming from behind the bathroom door
The woman yelled “help me please”, there on the bathroom floor on her knees
Clenching her stomach as she bled somewhere underneath her gown
The hotel manager with quick intuition, had a bell boy rush to get a physician
And the young man dashed to fetch the only doctor...
Searching for the horrific cries of a woman somewhere on the third floor
And upon finding the guest room, the nervous manager broke in like a goon
They heard her screams of pain coming from behind the bathroom door
The woman yelled “help me please”, there on the bathroom floor on her knees
Clenching her stomach as she bled somewhere underneath her gown
The hotel manager with quick intuition, had a bell boy rush to get a physician
And the young man dashed to fetch the only doctor...
#death
#EdgarAllanPoe
#grief
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3 Comments
The Running Hour
I woke up from another heart pounding dream
I opened my eyes and the clock said four thirty seven
I had another three minutes before the alarm went off
I was psyched and stoked for this morning’s session
Out in the streets, it was dark and a little dangerous
The air was still warm from yesterday’s hot burning sun
It was already seventy-two degrees (or twenty-two Celsius)
So I went off to the gym for an early five mile run
There I was on the treadmill trying to breathe steadily
At an incline I was sweating like I’ve never...
I opened my eyes and the clock said four thirty seven
I had another three minutes before the alarm went off
I was psyched and stoked for this morning’s session
Out in the streets, it was dark and a little dangerous
The air was still warm from yesterday’s hot burning sun
It was already seventy-two degrees (or twenty-two Celsius)
So I went off to the gym for an early five mile run
There I was on the treadmill trying to breathe steadily
At an incline I was sweating like I’ve never...
#myself
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In Exile
I know things got off on the wrong foot right from the start
At the time when I was young I just fell apart
Even after all the years of me trying to do what was right
Lately it just feels like your silence is out of spite
With every visit I loved our conversations and laughs
The quality time was more precious and unforgettable
And as you got older you became stronger and bolder
So I wrote you verses to make our relationship memorable
But something strange happened within the last few years
You’re so distant and quiet and won’t talk to...
At the time when I was young I just fell apart
Even after all the years of me trying to do what was right
Lately it just feels like your silence is out of spite
With every visit I loved our conversations and laughs
The quality time was more precious and unforgettable
And as you got older you became stronger and bolder
So I wrote you verses to make our relationship memorable
But something strange happened within the last few years
You’re so distant and quiet and won’t talk to...
#Autism
#father
#separation #son
#separation #son
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Sixes and Sevens
This was the year they should have been walking across stage
Caps and gowns with smiles and cheers all around
This was supposed to be the year they were going to graduate
Instead
We still reel over what happened on that dreadful day
This was the summer they were supposed to spread their wings
Off to adventures, like falling in love or going away on vacation
Some would have been heading to college for higher education
Instead
We’re left wondering with what could have been
No parent should ever have to bury a child ...
Caps and gowns with smiles and cheers all around
This was supposed to be the year they were going to graduate
Instead
We still reel over what happened on that dreadful day
This was the summer they were supposed to spread their wings
Off to adventures, like falling in love or going away on vacation
Some would have been heading to college for higher education
Instead
We’re left wondering with what could have been
No parent should ever have to bury a child ...
#grief
#heartbroken
#memorial
212 reads
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Thank you and Good Night
He rhymed like he was running out of time
Trying to leave something worth behind
Something
To remember him by
With memories of love, kindness and empathy
And not just for this epitaph
Just know that
He lived to make others laugh
Thank you and Good Night
Trying to leave something worth behind
Something
To remember him by
With memories of love, kindness and empathy
And not just for this epitaph
Just know that
He lived to make others laugh
Thank you and Good Night
#death
#funny
#gratitude
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Moonbeam Eyes
In each trace of dusk that fall like whispers
The heart becomes conscious of something ethereal
For in the aether filled with mystery and noble melancholy
There is an unraveling of sacred secrets mortals dare explore
Bathed in synodic daydreams of empty cool nox
Each precursory glimmer cedes incurable obsoluteness
Enraptured by evocative lexes through tendrils and facades
The air is filled with perpetual intrigue and palpable impulses
By our own very nature the vivid imagery lingers
invoking an ambivalence of intensity and trepidation ...
The heart becomes conscious of something ethereal
For in the aether filled with mystery and noble melancholy
There is an unraveling of sacred secrets mortals dare explore
Bathed in synodic daydreams of empty cool nox
Each precursory glimmer cedes incurable obsoluteness
Enraptured by evocative lexes through tendrils and facades
The air is filled with perpetual intrigue and palpable impulses
By our own very nature the vivid imagery lingers
invoking an ambivalence of intensity and trepidation ...
#love
#unicorns
#universe
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Yes! Yes! Yes! V is for Vixen
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#aging
#dirty
#funny
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4 Comments
The Poem Unwritten
The Poem Unwritten
Is the one that starts as an idea in the mind
Taking shape so perfectly
Before the pen begins to scribe the first line
It’s like a dream weaved
Conceived with flawless rhythm, flow and pace
Sincere and yet so eloquent
Able to transcend the limits of time and space
Every poet knows it
We have felt it at the very core of our beings
It’s something to be captured
Before the words and feelings go out fleeing
We all fall in love with it
The very nature of writing has us smitten
But if the...
Is the one that starts as an idea in the mind
Taking shape so perfectly
Before the pen begins to scribe the first line
It’s like a dream weaved
Conceived with flawless rhythm, flow and pace
Sincere and yet so eloquent
Able to transcend the limits of time and space
Every poet knows it
We have felt it at the very core of our beings
It’s something to be captured
Before the words and feelings go out fleeing
We all fall in love with it
The very nature of writing has us smitten
But if the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Birthday Prose
I’m sorry I didn’t write you a verse for your birthday, because unlike pros today I chose to compose and expose my verbose prose which feels like it goes all the way up to the elbows. So, pardon my slippery delivery if it makes you feel a little quivery, but I’mma try to give you some lines that will make you crinkle your nose and maybe even curl your toes.
I didn’t get you a hallmark card ‘cause you know how hard it is for me to spit some barred rhymes in such a tight space, but you’ve seen my face and heard my grammar even though I stammer when I try to enunciate. Theoretically...
I didn’t get you a hallmark card ‘cause you know how hard it is for me to spit some barred rhymes in such a tight space, but you’ve seen my face and heard my grammar even though I stammer when I try to enunciate. Theoretically...
#birthday
#funny
#wife
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Art and Therapy
There are too many poets in the world
What can I do stand out from the crowd?
Will my verse be a whisper barely heard
Or will it just be a mist amidst the clouds?
Should I shout louder or rhyme harder
When poetry has been my therapy
Will the words reach the ears of others
Capturing the moment for posterity
But it’s also been an art I try to express
Emotions poured onto paper and pen
Shaping the images from mind to lines
Trying to get it right, over and over again
Poetry has been the journal of my life’s story ...
What can I do stand out from the crowd?
Will my verse be a whisper barely heard
Or will it just be a mist amidst the clouds?
Should I shout louder or rhyme harder
When poetry has been my therapy
Will the words reach the ears of others
Capturing the moment for posterity
But it’s also been an art I try to express
Emotions poured onto paper and pen
Shaping the images from mind to lines
Trying to get it right, over and over again
Poetry has been the journal of my life’s story ...
#WritingPoetry
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Heart
With each and every pulse
The heart guides us to the light
From the first beat before we enter this world
Until the very last
And past this realm
With every beat of the drum
The spirit calls out
With rhythm and rite
Guiding us into the light that permeates amidst trees
If you listen close enough
You can hear the voice invoking
Drawing strength from deepest part of the soul
Where the heart leads us
With wisdom
With each and every pulse
The heart guides us to the light
From the first beat before we enter this world
Until the very last
And past this realm
With every beat of the drum
The spirit calls out
With rhythm and rite
Guiding us into the light that permeates amidst trees
If you listen close enough
You can hear the voice invoking
Drawing strength from deepest part of the soul
Where the heart leads us
With wisdom
With each and every pulse
#spiritual
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