Submissions by winterwrought
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A primal poet at best. I type thoughts, moods, dreams and/or images that I have regardless of structure. I am by no means the best. And if the best is what you expect, then I expect you to look elsewhere for quality.
SELF POEM
Published
9th Sep 2014 1:43pm
9th Sep 2014 1:43pm
me without the w, the o, the n
there's a lot that I should say
but I've not a lot to say.
there's a lot that I wish to show
but there's not enough to show.
whatever I may leave out,
and lie about
isn't because I fear them,
it's because I fear them less
than I fear you.
I may think I like you,
but such feelings are oft
misconstrued.
I may think to leave it be
but your charms will still
outwit me.
but I've not a lot to say.
there's a lot that I wish to show
but there's not enough to show.
whatever I may leave out,
and lie about
isn't because I fear them,
it's because I fear them less
than I fear you.
I may think I like you,
but such feelings are oft
misconstrued.
I may think to leave it be
but your charms will still
outwit me.
693 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 5:28pm
8th Sep 2014 5:28pm
dry thunder/be rain and pour
dry thunder
cast under
plum-hued skies
it sunders
the silence
between you
and I.
energy's building
volatile feelings
the stormwinds then stall
thus revealing
what has been concealed:
the rain is soon
to fall.
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I once cast eyes on you
and you made me empathetic.
my lips yearned to silence you
to inhale every pore
air as water, water as air,
from shore to the ocean floor.
...
cast under
plum-hued skies
it sunders
the silence
between you
and I.
energy's building
volatile feelings
the stormwinds then stall
thus revealing
what has been concealed:
the rain is soon
to fall.
---------------------
I once cast eyes on you
and you made me empathetic.
my lips yearned to silence you
to inhale every pore
air as water, water as air,
from shore to the ocean floor.
...
820 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 7:23pm
23rd Aug 2014 7:23pm
black tango/an unweathered layer
Sure has been a long time.
I see you now and saw what was
now seemingly divided.
Your intentions obscure, I procure
wonderment if there are any remnants
of longing still withheld.
And I still wonder if you want me.
False passion maims the words.
Yet it is the hidden kind that burns
out the one who hasn't finished.
Are we not lovers albeit silent?
Forever staring each other down
in this black tango which we began.
Divided by a cold, ghostly wall.
Our facades humidified
as intense heat hits the cold. ...
I see you now and saw what was
now seemingly divided.
Your intentions obscure, I procure
wonderment if there are any remnants
of longing still withheld.
And I still wonder if you want me.
False passion maims the words.
Yet it is the hidden kind that burns
out the one who hasn't finished.
Are we not lovers albeit silent?
Forever staring each other down
in this black tango which we began.
Divided by a cold, ghostly wall.
Our facades humidified
as intense heat hits the cold. ...
536 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 6:56pm
23rd Aug 2014 6:56pm
lunar portal
through lunar reach
I brush your cheek
through lunar gaze
I watch you sleep
and cast my rays
upon your bed
when I'm not there
the moon's my stead
I'd treat your skin
you'll introspect
a portal where we
may both intersect
and make love amongst
the constellations
as will we someday
under it's respective
glow.
I brush your cheek
through lunar gaze
I watch you sleep
and cast my rays
upon your bed
when I'm not there
the moon's my stead
I'd treat your skin
you'll introspect
a portal where we
may both intersect
and make love amongst
the constellations
as will we someday
under it's respective
glow.
616 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2014 5:09pm
4th Aug 2014 5:09pm
flown solo
alone
is the new
companion
-ship.
is the new
companion
-ship.
750 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 5:23pm
19th Jun 2014 5:23pm
somnambulate
I walked for miles on my sheets
through darkness and hallucinations.
Counting minutes, not counting sheep,
and heart palpitations.
I slept through the broken glass
and prayed that my heart didn't stop beating.
Awakened by here comes the rain again
from a nap that seemed fleeting.
If it can even be called that:
a nap, a rest true,
as I was trapped in-between
the unsound and serene
and could not to seem to
keep myself under for long.
through darkness and hallucinations.
Counting minutes, not counting sheep,
and heart palpitations.
I slept through the broken glass
and prayed that my heart didn't stop beating.
Awakened by here comes the rain again
from a nap that seemed fleeting.
If it can even be called that:
a nap, a rest true,
as I was trapped in-between
the unsound and serene
and could not to seem to
keep myself under for long.
661 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2014 1:23am
28th May 2014 1:23am
shattery realms
Sometimes I see you
in dreams not so glum
in an ethereal disguise
while I'm in pursuit
you only gain momentum.
So goddamn idiotic as I
squander my time away
in pursuit of a memory
that still haunts me
to this very day.
The joy was like morning fog
to my senses.
And not unlike fallen frost
in spring's name.
It felt brisk, made me blind,
but was something beautiful
to behold
at least for me then.
It actually hurt after I realized
that we were through.
I felt things I thought I'd never feel ...
in dreams not so glum
in an ethereal disguise
while I'm in pursuit
you only gain momentum.
So goddamn idiotic as I
squander my time away
in pursuit of a memory
that still haunts me
to this very day.
The joy was like morning fog
to my senses.
And not unlike fallen frost
in spring's name.
It felt brisk, made me blind,
but was something beautiful
to behold
at least for me then.
It actually hurt after I realized
that we were through.
I felt things I thought I'd never feel ...
710 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2014 00:25am
28th May 2014 00:25am
these ancient fires
inspire
keeping love aligned
the spine of time
deigning to expire
subterranean
alchemy
begets the heat
& maintains the flow
so much on the surface
so much more below
as She never sleeps
exploding, churning,
and forever burning
in the chalk of ages
warming, terraforming,
causing islands to
be born in the seas:
getaways for
mortal lovers and
the impermanent love
that they keep
so as long as Her heart beats
on this infinitesimal rock
the fickle force
and crimson glow
this...
keeping love aligned
the spine of time
deigning to expire
subterranean
alchemy
begets the heat
& maintains the flow
so much on the surface
so much more below
as She never sleeps
exploding, churning,
and forever burning
in the chalk of ages
warming, terraforming,
causing islands to
be born in the seas:
getaways for
mortal lovers and
the impermanent love
that they keep
so as long as Her heart beats
on this infinitesimal rock
the fickle force
and crimson glow
this...
534 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th May 2014 7:44pm
26th May 2014 7:44pm
without
speak no more of this self
or the penchant for treason
and a heart of none.
repossess the faith you once had in me
for I did whatever I could
to ruin it.
I took what you offered
and desecrated its meaning.
this is my blame
and I know I could be more sorry
than I am right now.
I've contaminated our bond.
you love me no longer.
you patronize me and that's okay
but you were a fool to have welcomed me in
or to have given me a chance at all.
or the penchant for treason
and a heart of none.
repossess the faith you once had in me
for I did whatever I could
to ruin it.
I took what you offered
and desecrated its meaning.
this is my blame
and I know I could be more sorry
than I am right now.
I've contaminated our bond.
you love me no longer.
you patronize me and that's okay
but you were a fool to have welcomed me in
or to have given me a chance at all.
600 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th May 2014 6:37pm
4th May 2014 6:37pm
anger
incited insanity
steadily steeps into my
good side.
soot slips from my
mouth blocking out
the light of reason.
temporarily reduced
to ashes I
roll with the wind's ferocity.
where we know no
truce or obstruction
only destruction.
together we'll weather
what is hardened
and incinerate the rest.
steadily steeps into my
good side.
soot slips from my
mouth blocking out
the light of reason.
temporarily reduced
to ashes I
roll with the wind's ferocity.
where we know no
truce or obstruction
only destruction.
together we'll weather
what is hardened
and incinerate the rest.
947 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th May 2014 6:14pm
4th May 2014 6:14pm
unattainable 1
I savor the aftertaste
at this given moment.
The very reason I retire
so early is to be closer
than I ever could
in real life.
Many dreams come to
visit me on solo voyages
often masked in her scent,
ablaze with her beauty.
And then I awaken
far from where I left off.
at this given moment.
The very reason I retire
so early is to be closer
than I ever could
in real life.
Many dreams come to
visit me on solo voyages
often masked in her scent,
ablaze with her beauty.
And then I awaken
far from where I left off.
787 reads
6 Comments
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