Submissions by xXJezzzikahDawnXx (Jessica Dawn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Jessica Dawn: Introvert, Melancholic, Metalhead, Nature Lover, Book Worm, Amateur Artist, and Caffeine Addict
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2019 8:56pm
14th Jul 2019 8:56pm
I'm Back To DUP With A New User
*This is not a poem or story of any sorts
I have returned to DUP thrilled to see that it is not only still here but also thriving. I, however, have made a new account (Poetofthedawn12) to--I guess--start fresh. Please feel free to visit that account and know that I disappeared for a bit, but I am back...and know that this account will be deleted in the near future.
Much love to you all!
I have returned to DUP thrilled to see that it is not only still here but also thriving. I, however, have made a new account (Poetofthedawn12) to--I guess--start fresh. Please feel free to visit that account and know that I disappeared for a bit, but I am back...and know that this account will be deleted in the near future.
Much love to you all!
#myself
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2017 4:40am
18th Oct 2017 4:40am
A Cat of Many Names
The naming of cats is a challenging task
Each cat varies in size, color, demeanor, and poise
But in their own dominion, they will confidently bask
Forever awaiting a platter
From a petite, teal bag I draw aptly
A Temptations treat in my hand
Aimed at the cat who is orange and tabby
Because he decrees
He and I both may think he has one Title
But we fail to agree
A particular Name is not official
None of which one can justify
First of all, there’s the everyday Nickname
Such as Demon, Little Monster, or “Hey,...
Each cat varies in size, color, demeanor, and poise
But in their own dominion, they will confidently bask
Forever awaiting a platter
From a petite, teal bag I draw aptly
A Temptations treat in my hand
Aimed at the cat who is orange and tabby
Because he decrees
He and I both may think he has one Title
But we fail to agree
A particular Name is not official
None of which one can justify
First of all, there’s the everyday Nickname
Such as Demon, Little Monster, or “Hey,...
#narrative
574 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
5th Jan 2017 2:02am
5th Jan 2017 2:02am
Raining Blood
Wine and sangria fill the sky
Plagued by slow death and immense decay
Falling down upon resilient soldiers
Coating the earth in a layer of thick garnet day- to- day
In preference to rain drops plummeting
And providing showers that cleanse
With a blade’s edge, warriors are stripped of life
A mere casualty through war’s lens
Bodies derelict, left to deteriorate throughout the night
In agonized misery, they lay in waiting of rigor mortis
Souls mingling with the gray area of the afterlife
Leaving behind not taciturn but...
Plagued by slow death and immense decay
Falling down upon resilient soldiers
Coating the earth in a layer of thick garnet day- to- day
In preference to rain drops plummeting
And providing showers that cleanse
With a blade’s edge, warriors are stripped of life
A mere casualty through war’s lens
Bodies derelict, left to deteriorate throughout the night
In agonized misery, they lay in waiting of rigor mortis
Souls mingling with the gray area of the afterlife
Leaving behind not taciturn but...
707 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2016 7:56am
10th Dec 2016 7:56am
Decision: Pale Blue Eyes
With uncertainty lies no answer
No conclusion wrapped in assurance
Leaving bits of a discarded, forsaken endeavor
Perpetual qualms plague the inner walls
In desolation, pale blue eyes stream without refrain
Suddenly abandoned by a loved one
Who, in their heart, will eternally remain
A soul bleeds for a connection with another so caring
Delicate fragments shatter in profundity
A convoluted mind wandering through time
Seeking the most desired without company
With determination to acquire resolution
An energetic nature bouncing...
No conclusion wrapped in assurance
Leaving bits of a discarded, forsaken endeavor
Perpetual qualms plague the inner walls
In desolation, pale blue eyes stream without refrain
Suddenly abandoned by a loved one
Who, in their heart, will eternally remain
A soul bleeds for a connection with another so caring
Delicate fragments shatter in profundity
A convoluted mind wandering through time
Seeking the most desired without company
With determination to acquire resolution
An energetic nature bouncing...
651 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2016 8:52am
28th Jul 2016 8:52am
Political Annihilation
Obscurity dripping throughout time
Its pools splashing soon after its fall
Long overlooked by every passerby
Leaving blissful unawareness for all
Looking at the wrong issues
Failing to explore the verities and actualities
Demanding the impossible
And forgetting the imperative; impracticalities
We lose when iniquitous desires overthrow us
Conclusions already at their preconception
We lose when the population lacks nous.
One step forward turns to two steps back; deterioration
The current ruin is felicitous ...
Its pools splashing soon after its fall
Long overlooked by every passerby
Leaving blissful unawareness for all
Looking at the wrong issues
Failing to explore the verities and actualities
Demanding the impossible
And forgetting the imperative; impracticalities
We lose when iniquitous desires overthrow us
Conclusions already at their preconception
We lose when the population lacks nous.
One step forward turns to two steps back; deterioration
The current ruin is felicitous ...
702 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2016 10:36am
3rd Apr 2016 10:36am
That Which Once Was
Lingering in the depths of memories
Deep- rooted and timeworn within
Again remembering once sweet reveries
That which once was, touching your bare skin
That pleasure now diminished into past sin
Another fading into a dull, bleak gray
Left forsaken in all that remains
Ink bleeding about a fruitless play
Dealing solely with perpetual refrains
Sanity, reflection maintains
Dominance carries the pen
For which the submissive shrinks into the shadows
Plagued by an implacable, toxic carcinogen
Left without a voice for time commonly...
Deep- rooted and timeworn within
Again remembering once sweet reveries
That which once was, touching your bare skin
That pleasure now diminished into past sin
Another fading into a dull, bleak gray
Left forsaken in all that remains
Ink bleeding about a fruitless play
Dealing solely with perpetual refrains
Sanity, reflection maintains
Dominance carries the pen
For which the submissive shrinks into the shadows
Plagued by an implacable, toxic carcinogen
Left without a voice for time commonly...
766 reads
7 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Sep 2015 2:48am
27th Sep 2015 2:48am
The Pathways of London
Narrow, unpaved streets and pressed flesh
These are the pathways of London
Both mind and town need a refresh
Narrow, unpaved streets and pressed flesh
Jointly, gears with other gears, mesh
Buildings line the streets of London
Narrow, unpaved streets and pressed flesh
These are the pathways of London
This is another triolet. I would love for someone to tell me if they think it makes sense, because I am going to be using it to establish the setting of a part in my short story.
These are the pathways of London
Both mind and town need a refresh
Narrow, unpaved streets and pressed flesh
Jointly, gears with other gears, mesh
Buildings line the streets of London
Narrow, unpaved streets and pressed flesh
These are the pathways of London
This is another triolet. I would love for someone to tell me if they think it makes sense, because I am going to be using it to establish the setting of a part in my short story.
#Britain
#steampunk
#triolet
826 reads
7 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 7:07pm
26th Sep 2015 7:07pm
Steam Will Power All of London
Cogs and gears begin to turn
The inventor lights up with joy
For the boiler, the coal will burn
Cogs and gears begin to turn
Steam clouts London, he has discerned
Steam power we will enjoy
Cogs and gears begin to turn
The inventor lights up with joy
Hello, all! I have returned. This is not my usual submission, I know, but this is my first attempt at writing a triolet. It is common in Steampunk poetry and consists of eight lines of iambic tetrameter. I will be using this in a short story I am writing for my science fiction and fantasy class....
The inventor lights up with joy
For the boiler, the coal will burn
Cogs and gears begin to turn
Steam clouts London, he has discerned
Steam power we will enjoy
Cogs and gears begin to turn
The inventor lights up with joy
Hello, all! I have returned. This is not my usual submission, I know, but this is my first attempt at writing a triolet. It is common in Steampunk poetry and consists of eight lines of iambic tetrameter. I will be using this in a short story I am writing for my science fiction and fantasy class....
#steampunk
#triolet
#Britain
740 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2015 6:47am
2nd Jul 2015 6:47am
To Share A Life
Whispers in the shadows of the wind speak your name
Ever so gently, they call me in
I follow not with a single care
Desiring only to fall within your depths of growing passion
Just when I think I am fine, you come and happen to me
All so new and happening with what seems to be no delay
Knowing now, I can say this safely
You came and made it all okay
Now I wait up every night just to hear your voice
Falling asleep to its sound
Envisaging all the possibilities and outcomes
I am spellbound
I tremble as sensuality bleeds into the...
Ever so gently, they call me in
I follow not with a single care
Desiring only to fall within your depths of growing passion
Just when I think I am fine, you come and happen to me
All so new and happening with what seems to be no delay
Knowing now, I can say this safely
You came and made it all okay
Now I wait up every night just to hear your voice
Falling asleep to its sound
Envisaging all the possibilities and outcomes
I am spellbound
I tremble as sensuality bleeds into the...
807 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Aug 2014 4:13am
1st Aug 2014 4:13am
Midnight Masquerade
Amassed to rejoice in the sheer merriment of life
Mother Nature has supplied us with this night
And a companion to share in this sumptuous delight
Moonlight crafts a titivation in the room as it streams through the ballroom windows
Music saturates the air, floods the room, and courses through our veins
Blood is pounding, boiling under the surface of our skin, rousing ecstasy
Twirling in the ballroom, as the clock strikes twelve, we glide on the marble floor
Souls are ablaze, but the faces are obscured so we cannot see
Intricate masks cover the fragile...
Mother Nature has supplied us with this night
And a companion to share in this sumptuous delight
Moonlight crafts a titivation in the room as it streams through the ballroom windows
Music saturates the air, floods the room, and courses through our veins
Blood is pounding, boiling under the surface of our skin, rousing ecstasy
Twirling in the ballroom, as the clock strikes twelve, we glide on the marble floor
Souls are ablaze, but the faces are obscured so we cannot see
Intricate masks cover the fragile...
1128 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2014 5:01am
26th May 2014 5:01am
Regaining Strength
In the melancholy painted Shadows, I once lurked
Never craving the need to pursue the Light
Suffocating, I always traveled deeper into the mass
Weeping with such deep sorrow; no aspiration to fight
Motivation absent for months
Happiness drained from my very essence
A transformation must transpire so I can be revitalized
If anything at all, what I need is true guidance
Branches protrude, extending their hands in an espousal
With the simple wish in the furtherance of my progression
I must salvage my once previously held state of mind and...
Never craving the need to pursue the Light
Suffocating, I always traveled deeper into the mass
Weeping with such deep sorrow; no aspiration to fight
Motivation absent for months
Happiness drained from my very essence
A transformation must transpire so I can be revitalized
If anything at all, what I need is true guidance
Branches protrude, extending their hands in an espousal
With the simple wish in the furtherance of my progression
I must salvage my once previously held state of mind and...
1082 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2013 6:58am
22nd Sep 2013 6:58am
The Journey to Sovereignty
Walking on the twisted path between the trees, I stumbled in the darkness
Down on my soil covered knees, I looked up to see again the petrifying glow of your eyes
Aided by the moon’s sorrowful light, I was able to see your silhouette
Your look penetrated austerely, allowing me to again view the slow process of my own demise
Pleading to break free from your vindictive grasp
So desperately, I wish to be forsaken, for you have secured me for so long
Wearing the collar of shame and guided by the leash of detriment
I am bound to do your will, though...
Down on my soil covered knees, I looked up to see again the petrifying glow of your eyes
Aided by the moon’s sorrowful light, I was able to see your silhouette
Your look penetrated austerely, allowing me to again view the slow process of my own demise
Pleading to break free from your vindictive grasp
So desperately, I wish to be forsaken, for you have secured me for so long
Wearing the collar of shame and guided by the leash of detriment
I am bound to do your will, though...
919 reads
9 Comments
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