Stories tagged “POETRY”

  • Sunken Stones

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

  • little yellow sparrow

    you held that little yellow sparrow in your palms but your grip was much to callous it was much to strong now there’s blood stains on your hands and nothing left to sing us songs.

  • a simple touch

    if not for your touch i’d melt away i would let the hours blur into days i would have no memories of things so soft and sweet i would just be full of things all bitter and mean

  • into the night

    women weep in secret lying cold along the trail of your passionate throes we are but transient jesters entertaining the judging, hungry eyes of your court but our soft white flesh will soon no longer feed your rotted soul you grow tired of our soft v...

  • revelation

    the only revelation in getting back my soul would be to see your rotting flesh lying in a hole

  • ETERNAL

    Pretty pink Clouds at dusk Stay moving slow If at all I wouldn’t know After all I dismiss the fire show For the stars that glow ETERNAL…………………………………………...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Above The Cutting Edge

    (MC T picks up the mic. It feels cold and alien to his touch— far from the warm energy and sweaty palm residue it once had.) This new stream of piss and grits Comes from a long list of sh*t that I’ll never quit I’m deeply into it Like...

  • Sarcasm, My Dear

    Sarcasm, my dear. That’s all that was. Deer in the headlights, my dear. My sweet, simple, know-it-all. I could break you down like a gingerbread house, and enjoy it to. But I’m simply Not a simpleton, Like you.

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

    My Soul Is where Flesh reflects On the water’s surface— Eclipsing my skeleton’s silence

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

    For every wrinkle on my face, And every twinkle in my eyes, I like to sprinkle on the faith, But religions are full of lies.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • One Day Traded

    A hardened heart in a frosty knoll Chest of compressed grasses Is a frigid, fragile, undressed soul Hidden as it passes Through you, what you never controlled— Yourself, faded, All warmth one day traded for cold.

  • What Would J.D. Salinger Say?

    What’s the point In being anointed a master Among the disjointed word crafters, Feather headed bird bathers, And phonies who only slather slander on? I hear each pawn soar in song— “Caw! My candor is a con, Money is the convention I swore my soul...

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

    You dismiss me, Lady of insanity, Then say how you miss me, Want to meet me, Kiss me, Erase misery, Stir to stillness Blissfully— We must be Voluminous to hush, Resting apart after we rush.

  • Distant Moon

    Sunken In the distant dust Of instantaneous timelessness Are footprints that represent all of us.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • I.O.U.

    Poetry, You owe me. Know me? Hardly. Blow me. Go broke and O.D. Painfully, Slowly.

  • Rain

    Rain beads drip Off a hanging leaf I cup a soft grip And gently sip relief

  • Rhyme To A Drum Line

    Bitterness is not An interest Of mine My thoughts align With the stars that shine Above the blind belts of sunshine I climb the mountainous skyline of my mind And combine with mother nature and father time

  • War

    Kills Blood trickles In the fight Dead soldiers drift into the light— Souls seep From punctured holes Life is put to sleep As each sense grows To six and on— beyond what the living knows: The end Means that you extend forever Removed from...

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

    Color me achromatic Unelectricly collecting static Using cellar doors for the attic Rehabbing without a habit Pulling hats out of the rabbit Tricking magic with transparency Complacently feeling antsy Homeless in a house that’s decked out fancy.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Crazy Cat Story

    I threw a mouse in a cats mouth with fastball velocity. Blurring the fur. Streaking the tiny breathing morsel of meat directly into the esophagus of the cat. The cat stammered back shifting erratically and suffocated. The mouse squirmed and scraped, cl...

  • For Change

    Epilepsy couldn’t shake Like I shake and bake A bakers dozen End of discussion Cousin, Brother or other Son of a mother-father. I’m gunning don’t bother I’m running a bit farther Or further? DON ’T QUESTION ! When I’m verbal questing A chim...

  • Burial

    A casket, a hymn, For light in alive eyes Death darkens them dim.

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

    A soldier’s shadow Feels no pain Sliding over jagged gravel— Its black outline does not contain The fragile face from which it came The fragile face that’s in my aim Is mute and vague I cannot hear its screams It hasn’t lived or died ...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Yesterday, Someone...

    Yesterday, Someone gave birth. Yesterday, Someone gripped the sound of feet on the ground. Yesterday, Someone neglected their worth. Yesterday, Someone lost in the night was porch light found. - Yesterday, Someone fed their soul with the break of dawn....

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

    Sarcasm, My dear That’s all that was, Deer in the headlights, My dear My sweet Simple Know-it-all I could break you down Like a gingerbread house, And enjoy it to But I’m simply Not a simpleton, Like you