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wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
Brinkton Fartentuaht
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
Brinkton Fartentuaht
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
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Poetryman
Poem Published
8th Dec 2017 2:05pm
8th Dec 2017 2:05pm
comment on Poets Revenge's poem Dark Poetess
Very true and perceptive
not only of me,
but the apparitions that haunt and taunt me
If only they were ghosts, but the flesh teases
and their blood leaves me thirsting
They are mirages in my desolate world
where my barren heart crumbles into dust
Then I turn back only to see them reaching out
for the very thing they gave up when letting go of me
and I wonder what perfection are they looking for
that was not inside of me?
Or perhaps it's my outside
that does not achieve the superficial perfection they crave
These are my demons...
not only of me,
but the apparitions that haunt and taunt me
If only they were ghosts, but the flesh teases
and their blood leaves me thirsting
They are mirages in my desolate world
where my barren heart crumbles into dust
Then I turn back only to see them reaching out
for the very thing they gave up when letting go of me
and I wonder what perfection are they looking for
that was not inside of me?
Or perhaps it's my outside
that does not achieve the superficial perfection they crave
These are my demons...
#prose
603 reads
6 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 11:28pm
11th Nov 2024 11:28pm
a Priestess
the trance triggers memories
powerful feelings overcome
in my midnight hours yearn
burning with passion
I can't explain my deep need
sorrow festers and I seek the sun
sadness comes with the rain
the grey overwhelms
it hangs over me heavy
I must touch blue
kissing the angels I rise
a cloud floating alone
the winds carry my soul far away
lilting on the breeze
across the desert
where I touch down
the sun is life and death here
still, I worship the sun
my body falters and I have...
powerful feelings overcome
in my midnight hours yearn
burning with passion
I can't explain my deep need
sorrow festers and I seek the sun
sadness comes with the rain
the grey overwhelms
it hangs over me heavy
I must touch blue
kissing the angels I rise
a cloud floating alone
the winds carry my soul far away
lilting on the breeze
across the desert
where I touch down
the sun is life and death here
still, I worship the sun
my body falters and I have...
#love
#prose
66 reads
2 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 11:28pm
11th Nov 2024 11:28pm
a Priestess
the trance triggers memories
powerful feelings overcome
in my midnight hours yearn
burning with passion
I can't explain my deep need
sorrow festers and I seek the sun
sadness comes with the rain
the grey overwhelms
it hangs over me heavy
I must touch blue
kissing the angels I rise
a cloud floating alone
the winds carry my soul far away
lilting on the breeze
across the desert
where I touch down
the sun is life and death here
still, I worship the sun
my body falters and I have...
powerful feelings overcome
in my midnight hours yearn
burning with passion
I can't explain my deep need
sorrow festers and I seek the sun
sadness comes with the rain
the grey overwhelms
it hangs over me heavy
I must touch blue
kissing the angels I rise
a cloud floating alone
the winds carry my soul far away
lilting on the breeze
across the desert
where I touch down
the sun is life and death here
still, I worship the sun
my body falters and I have...
#love
#prose
66 reads
2 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
Surrender
Wayward they appear to be
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
#love
#narrative
#prose #spiritual
#prose #spiritual
131 reads
3 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
Surrender
Wayward they appear to be
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
#love
#narrative
#prose #spiritual
#prose #spiritual
131 reads
3 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
Surrender
Wayward they appear to be
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
#love
#narrative
#prose #spiritual
#prose #spiritual
131 reads
3 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
Surrender
Wayward they appear to be
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
#love
#narrative
#prose #spiritual
#prose #spiritual
131 reads
3 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
Cunny and Bunny
Cunny was an ambitious young man from the country. He lived in a district called Hopewell in the parish of Hanover. His real name was Junior, and he considered himself a funny man. Although he was twenty years old, he had grey beard and grey hair, and he said that premature greying ran in the family. Cunny claimed that he could sing well, and he wanted to become a professional singer.
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
#animals
#funny
#prose
#travel
#nonfiction
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
Cunny and Bunny
Cunny was an ambitious young man from the country. He lived in a district called Hopewell in the parish of Hanover. His real name was Junior, and he considered himself a funny man. Although he was twenty years old, he had grey beard and grey hair, and he said that premature greying ran in the family. Cunny claimed that he could sing well, and he wanted to become a professional singer.
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
#animals
#funny
#prose
#travel
#nonfiction
185 reads
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
Cunny and Bunny
Cunny was an ambitious young man from the country. He lived in a district called Hopewell in the parish of Hanover. His real name was Junior, and he considered himself a funny man. Although he was twenty years old, he had grey beard and grey hair, and he said that premature greying ran in the family. Cunny claimed that he could sing well, and he wanted to become a professional singer.
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
#animals
#funny
#prose
#travel
#nonfiction
185 reads
0 Comments
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