Submissions by windsong13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 11:03pm
13th Feb 2013 11:03pm
A FLAME AROSE
Below the empty cave
a flame arose
of make believe
casting an eternal shadow across the grave yard
a no-mans-land
for all eternity
While the goddess stared
at the stars and moon
sitting upon an empty tomb.
The witches stirred their cauldron of
grog legs and eye of a newt.
As the undead had nightmare's
of clouds with voices' within.
Frankenstein looked for body parts
in a cold dark room
and the wolf's' howled at the fullmoon.
a flame arose
of make believe
casting an eternal shadow across the grave yard
a no-mans-land
for all eternity
While the goddess stared
at the stars and moon
sitting upon an empty tomb.
The witches stirred their cauldron of
grog legs and eye of a newt.
As the undead had nightmare's
of clouds with voices' within.
Frankenstein looked for body parts
in a cold dark room
and the wolf's' howled at the fullmoon.
715 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 8:44pm
13th Feb 2013 8:44pm
A NIGHT ON HELL HILL
Bitter black ashes,
made my heart turn to stone
as the gypsy walked in the cold north wind
her cauldron burning low
fangs and angel wings begin to howl
as the storm moved in
overshadowed by lighting
streaking across the darkened sky
cathedral on the hill
burned down
all that was left was an orange glow.
The undead sought for refuge
in the dark tombs.
While ghost's danced at their feet
nursery rhymes burnt gone up in black smoke...
made my heart turn to stone
as the gypsy walked in the cold north wind
her cauldron burning low
fangs and angel wings begin to howl
as the storm moved in
overshadowed by lighting
streaking across the darkened sky
cathedral on the hill
burned down
all that was left was an orange glow.
The undead sought for refuge
in the dark tombs.
While ghost's danced at their feet
nursery rhymes burnt gone up in black smoke...
618 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 5:12am
13th Feb 2013 5:12am
DEAD TREE....
As the cold wind whipped the branches,
turning leaves from brown to golden,
and the black rose fell beneath the snow.
The tree succumbed to an empty hole,
where it fell to it's death,
the leaves turned from brown to golden,
then faded away.
In the dawn, in a ghostly fog,
a dead zone of nothing,
the sky turned purple at last.
While voices of love,
speak ancient things
on a liquid tongue,
to the dead tree,
trying to bring it back to life,
the leaves turning brown to golden...
turning leaves from brown to golden,
and the black rose fell beneath the snow.
The tree succumbed to an empty hole,
where it fell to it's death,
the leaves turned from brown to golden,
then faded away.
In the dawn, in a ghostly fog,
a dead zone of nothing,
the sky turned purple at last.
While voices of love,
speak ancient things
on a liquid tongue,
to the dead tree,
trying to bring it back to life,
the leaves turning brown to golden...
675 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 11:36pm
12th Feb 2013 11:36pm
ABYSS
The abyss lives deep within my soul
it hides; it abides within my deep dark soul.
Very seldom does a light shine in there
It cry's out to me
for the sweet taste of death.
It's darkness is so intense.
It screams out to me; give me sweet release put an end to me.
I don't know if I will find away to release the abyss from my sinful soul,
to give it that sweet release
for sin holds it in that dark place in my soul.
it hides; it abides within my deep dark soul.
Very seldom does a light shine in there
It cry's out to me
for the sweet taste of death.
It's darkness is so intense.
It screams out to me; give me sweet release put an end to me.
I don't know if I will find away to release the abyss from my sinful soul,
to give it that sweet release
for sin holds it in that dark place in my soul.
839 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 5:38am
12th Feb 2013 5:38am
t.v. drama
One day the tv shows decided they needed to trade places...
So if there is a world out there besides their own impressions...
Bewitched wont'ed to turn Columbo into a frog
She said he got on her last nerve.
Hogan's heroes wont'ted to go to Petticoat Junction
to give these women a whirl,
and lift up some skirts and play in the dirt.
Now Buck Rogers in the 25th century
needed to go back in time to Bonanza
an old western tv show.
Mr. Ed had a hankering to go someplace
but didn't no which time slot to choose.
My Three...
So if there is a world out there besides their own impressions...
Bewitched wont'ed to turn Columbo into a frog
She said he got on her last nerve.
Hogan's heroes wont'ted to go to Petticoat Junction
to give these women a whirl,
and lift up some skirts and play in the dirt.
Now Buck Rogers in the 25th century
needed to go back in time to Bonanza
an old western tv show.
Mr. Ed had a hankering to go someplace
but didn't no which time slot to choose.
My Three...
846 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 00:41am
11th Feb 2013 00:41am
LENORE'S ANGELS
Lenore's angels
Silken in purple shades,
as the sunsets behind the mortal world
spoken in tongues of Nevermore.
Ebony demons dreaming
as murmured souls are burning
in a self made Hell.
Echo's of whispered words
at my chamber door
wrought ghost upon my floor
named here Lenore in the darkness,
a volume of forgotten Lenore.
A weak and dying ember of a bleak December
weary to the name Nevermore.
Silken in purple shades,
as the sunsets behind the mortal world
spoken in tongues of Nevermore.
Ebony demons dreaming
as murmured souls are burning
in a self made Hell.
Echo's of whispered words
at my chamber door
wrought ghost upon my floor
named here Lenore in the darkness,
a volume of forgotten Lenore.
A weak and dying ember of a bleak December
weary to the name Nevermore.
580 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 00:15am
11th Feb 2013 00:15am
Skeletal Trees
Through a mist of summer choked greener,
on either sides' of the less traveled road
I could see the burnt and dead lifeless trees smiling at me
like dry-up old bones.
They had died before their time now they wait for the hands of death.
The skeletal leafless trees with plagues of worms eating their flesh.
They stood like statues beneath the rising sun.
Knowing today might be their day to tumble down and fall.
A miracle might happen if they live so long and they dream
of a river that would feed them water to their dying souls.
The day has...
on either sides' of the less traveled road
I could see the burnt and dead lifeless trees smiling at me
like dry-up old bones.
They had died before their time now they wait for the hands of death.
The skeletal leafless trees with plagues of worms eating their flesh.
They stood like statues beneath the rising sun.
Knowing today might be their day to tumble down and fall.
A miracle might happen if they live so long and they dream
of a river that would feed them water to their dying souls.
The day has...
589 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 1:50am
10th Feb 2013 1:50am
UNGRATEFUL DEAD
The ungrateful dead dance around my bed
as they come out of their maggot eaten coffins
they click their bones to an unsaid song
and lift their skull y heads to the rising sun
and sang a song of life and death
with mossy teeth and a liquid tongue
their bony legs tremble to the wind that blows
across their swollen eye sockets
of no return.
These my friend is the ungrateful dead...
as they come out of their maggot eaten coffins
they click their bones to an unsaid song
and lift their skull y heads to the rising sun
and sang a song of life and death
with mossy teeth and a liquid tongue
their bony legs tremble to the wind that blows
across their swollen eye sockets
of no return.
These my friend is the ungrateful dead...
667 reads
7 Comments
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