Stories tagged “POETRY”

  • I Haven't Met You Yet

    You are what Nature nurtures The thirstier the love The faster its water surges

  • Human Nature

    Like a hawk that tears red, Wet strips of meat from bones We tear away the fabric of importance From everything else but ourselves.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 2 out of 5
  • Broken Trust

    You say, “you must” And, “tell me more” Strumming trust With vocal cords— Telling too much To afford The full amount of touch You lied, you swore Now I’m tied to a feeble crutch That broke falling useless to the floo...

  • Electrocute Excuses-- Renewal

    Entice enlightening— Fire blame like lightning Live wire tap Each straw that makes you snap Electrocute excuses Float from bad moods as it loosens The noose of nuscience Evaporate confusion Slip into a lucid Conscience conducive To music in harm...

  • NYCity

    My synopsis of the metropolis Was gorgeous and enormous— Buzzing with bees and hornets, Rich folks and blokes who are homeless.

  • Guardian Angel

    She’s tied Where she would’ve died Wide eyed But I reside beside her Hung hidden I am a black widow spider Climbing on her shoulder Her protector Making sure she grows older I am an evil soul collector My bite breaches the killer’s s...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Honestly

    Honestly, I get scared When I should be strong Coincidently, I haven’t cared After sleeping too long Honestly, I am prepared To never truly belong Coincidently, I am impaired Singing a melancholy song Along with the thought of on and on Beyond my...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Comfort

    I took a chance and we danced Embraced with lace In rhythm’s trance A sun beam slants Across your face As white as cream As comfortably warm as coffee steam

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Addiction

    Sunset Cold sweat Sweet syringe Obsolete silhouettes Fray together at the fringe

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Doctor's Orders

    Sip eight cups Of cloud weight per day. Give your heart rate a wake up. Throw all of your ciga-regrets away. Can you recall the last apple you ate up? Sleep well and sell stress for more time to play.

  • Flash-Flash Flood of Blood (Mature)

    Sickening hags, half naked, draped in the contents of Abercrombie bags— high priced rags sliced up the thigh just to entice a guy. And here I am so sad I had a chance but alas I wear less-than-pants and thus have gained no inner circle entrance. ...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Apocalypse

    I capture a cascade of mortal fractures— making each passing moment that of everlasting torment. Placing the torn, blood-warm-bodies I slay on display like ornaments— a feast for the flies and hornets. My demon eyes are dull and dormant. Wi...

  • The Newest Angel

    Suspended between life and death By machines supplying both blood and breath I know not where I know not why Will I take wing and freely fly? Body pulled and muscle prodded My surgeon’s skills most highly lauded Will it take? Will I forsake My wh...

    • Author: Tesseract
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
  • Starlit Sky

    In the starlit sky All wonders cease All passions burst into flame. In the starlit sky The eternal dance continues As the flames burst with passion. Love the starlit sky Its wonders will cease It will burst into flame. Unlike the starlit sky We will ne...

    • Author: Tesseract
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • I Love You Only

    I love you only when the sky is there. I love you only when there is a sun to light the day and a moon for the night. I love you only when the stars burn. Simply because I love you only.

    • Author: Tesseract
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Freestyle

    Green gasoline Flame consumer Sizzle lean steamer Smoke plume fumer Look up above, crazy loon, I simply love lunar moon dust Puffs of perfume and donuts, clutz, Microphonettes and micro-pho-homies Imagination like midgets side saddling ponies

  • Lost Thoughts

    Watered phrases Sprout acres of Hallwayed mazes Lost thoughts Wander through Each fictional avenue My mind grew

  • Pregnant Psychobabbling Babe

    Canyon lake Lay cradled— picture perfect fake Through the windshield of my Hyundai One Sunday My psychobabbling babe, She says, “honey” Her lips syllabled Something sunny Like… “Someday soon My patient cocoon Will open in...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Enormous Word List

    Toothpaste, Twist,— What a waste Of a word list Eldest, Mist,— Tongue ties the best Speech contortionist But the greatest word list Will enforce a lisp If you persist But I insist You quit Its bits Are bigger Than bricks It sits about to f...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Small Statue

    Plug your next idea Into the socket by the rug Watch it light up like a chandelier As dinner guests either clap or shrug ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ What this poem did Will never entrall Like the Statue of David I sculpt it too small And (heaven forbid) Pl...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Rain

    Tap, tap Street sample it Under a lamp lit Bench seat Tap, tap A passerby Catches an eye Rain coat canvased— Soaked the damn dampest Of any bloke who mostly must Trek where the rain forest’s treacherous Tap, tap Thunder, Quiet summer, Stor...

  • Moon On A Mantle

    Tap, tap Girl of man Footing lands Putting a handle On understanding She lights the candle Like a moon expanding Upon a rain storm mantle

  • What I Expect A 4 Star Rated Story Comment Sounds Like

    So close And yet A ghost Of an inlet Left thinly wet— Some fish still flip The mud hasn’t set Those fish will live to sip If you grip a pen and edit!

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • A Farewell to Morning

    There’s a slim chance that our worst fears will not come to pass, Though all signs point to a continued loss of mass. In the star which has given us life, and illuminated our eyes Now we stand both husband and wife on the brink of failure after c...

    • Author: Tesseract
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
  • Negative Concept Swept

    Let a negative concept get swept Away like waves off the shore Leave its poison wept on the floor Watch how hate has crept out the door In search of where we’ve stepped— Relentlessly hunting mankind for more