Stories tagged “POETRY”

  • The Damsel

    The bird has flown the coop Throw me in the river (Again) For this time I won’t float I am hopeless Break the hourglass Those tiny, insignificant grains of sand They’re too little to make Much difference to me Especially, in this scalding desert B...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Joe Is Not Even Slightly Mighty On Da Mic

    Is Joe mighty? His flow politely goes Down nightly And rises with a brown nose, Unsightly, Wearing Elsha’s clothes— Joe is likely To sing solo’s In a satin nighty At “White Swallows” A bar in San Francisco’s District...

  • Dear Muffin, Elsha, Krulltar, Mess, Joe, And Wift... *ahem

    I’m an American. Monroe equals Marilyn. Taebo Hoe equals Muffin. I’m a good mic samaritan. I’ve withstood Six punk aryans Who think they’re ‘hood’— Blaring arrogant tangents A five-year-old could. It’s a...

  • Whole

    In my heart Harsh reality erases. We beat as half a part— Whole again in warm embraces. Eyes close into dark Together pressing faces. Mirrors couldn’t start Reflecting what this feeling traces.

  • Drink of the Devil

    Baiting traps Satan laps The blood of souls Gushing from bullet holes.

  • Memories [A Poem]

    What happens to them? When we leave? when we die? Do they stay? Or are they forever washed away, like the sands of time. Grasped in an instant, then forgotten.

    • Author: LK Bradford
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Divine Doorway

    I glimpse through the key hole Of heavens door, Waiting, Watching time’s architecture Creating My life’s touch and texture.

  • Gall

    I am writing mainly To unwrinkle meaning (Provided my inspired iron’s steaming) Does reality stitch into what I’m dreaming? Or vice versa? Consider ying-yang colored orcas Swimming in froth topped mochas I don’t know Where my mind wi...

  • "Thank God for Unfinished Dreams" Poetry Fragment 19June2010

    Some dreams aren’t meant to be finished Others aren’t meant to be found, Prematurely awakening, Before the dream can let you down.

  • Sleeping Painter

    She stirs Under covers When dreams occur, Within streams of color, Where swimming silhouettes Trail wet pallet pleasure Over her pale picture.

  • My Darkness. [A Poem]

    Just leave me here. In this eternal fire. Face the facts. The Darkness is here to stay. There is nothing you can do. Nothing. Don’t try. You’ll burn too. I don’t want that. I never have. Never will. Just leave me here. I’ll...

    • Author: LK Bradford
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Transparent

    Sunken stones In the river Smooth still As water fills The role of life-giver.

  • The Price To Call

    So, I raise everything you know. To call would take all of the names for snow, Every pronunciation of love linked with every lyrical vocal, Language and math, And a by hand biograph Written in sanscrit With the paw of a kitten. To raise Would take a ...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Dead Dreams

    I made a uniform Out of a unicorn And crowned my head with its horn. Then I gave the ace of cakes a taste— Spooning through the glaze Of chocolate spades And heart-shaped blood Dripping from the tip Of my frosting covered club.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Daffodil-lydallying

    Dandelions Freckle the lawn With yellow petals— Where the flower half of my being Always winds up daffodil lydallying

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Ear What She Nose

    She nose But she doesn’t ear, I suppose, With one eye open clear The other frozen closed By the cold upon her tear.

  • Infinately Inanimate

    What if what we feel Isn’t really real? Thought by mind? Made by hand? Maybe all of time Is dropping sand That gravity holds, controls, That simple fulfillment of the inanimate demand. And… Then again the inanimate animates You whether you...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • White Cold

    Breath of alabaster frost Billows up like willow flowers loft. A barren tree’s embossed Unto the scenery when Snow flakes make Its tendrils pillow soft again.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Wandering Eyes

    A stare is aloft, Soft like the air, In silence it walks Atop who talks To me— those who care, Who have my ear, But not my eyes— They wander to where I’d rather sit If I could only fit In over there.

  • Let's Die!

    Let’s die! You and I. Without asking why Or saying good bye. No caring. No whimper. No cry. No big fuss Because I Would just Like to know What it’s like to ultimately let go. Your life is only the making of Death: The Show. Come on! DonR...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Rotational Rationale

    When the heart persists You don’t feel the planet’s Tremendous twists Until it lifts away And you no longer exist In its night and day.

  • Night Writer

    Illuminated keyboard Hunched by the light Memories moth toward Me on this listless summer night

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Corruption

    One strip of flesh per glance One mended bone per touch One broken soul per chance One idea unites per purpose Delaying peace shouldn’t be for purchase anymore It’s non of business’s business to be funding war It shouldn’t be in...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Existential

    Within a world Lips curled Tight to the tongue Exhaling a lung Of swirled words— They come unclung From this conscience I’m among.

  • A Man I Talked To

    I talked to a man He gave me advice He told me to see where I stand I was more than confused I talked to this man again He tried to be nice He told me he needed to see where he stands He seemed only slightly amused I saw this man today I approached him...