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Standing here in the courtyard and leaning against the wall wondering why I have been directed to be here at this moment, and instead I know I should be heading out and keep on keeping on down the line. I know that there is one out there who will haunt me along with those secret souvenirs shared, and those are some of the thoughts that keep me warm at night along with the symmetry and shadows that make up the picture I ca...

Sitting here after getting off of a call with an old friend who can be rightly labeled as the person who saved my life roughly thirty-three years ago. As I am still calling in order to touch base and I know he is still on my side through all and the aftermath we have both been through, and there are times when it seems as there is nothing left at all I know he is still there. Making me realize that I need to keep in touch...

Having heard some people say that some prayers are never heard or answered, along with some wars never ending and some wounds never healing. I know that I won’t grow old gracefully, as well as knowing I won’t go easily and will probably be found in the dust somewhere near the road I was following. After having been a rebel or an individual for most of my life, and usually having been outnumbered by those who have conforme...

There are times when it seems I just can’t understand some things that just might be so clear, and yes, I am guilty of being hard on myself just like many others are on themselves. Still, there might be a last time that might be drawing clear with the second hand catching as it always does. Yet, so much has been wrong and it is doubtful if it can ever be put to right, just like hearing familiar voices on the wind which ha...

Snow day

The simple things like snow day fun

My girl looks out the windowwake up hurry wake up mommyIt's snowing out let's go she yellsI turn in my cocoon to seeHer eyes are shining in her cribIt's a snow day she says to meBrothers are home let's get emCome on Boone and ShawneeDo you wanna build a snowman Hurry let's do it she grabs a handBoots gloves hats and coats go onOut the door so fast it's grandLook, momma, it's OlafI smile and watch my girl She hugs her snow...

Sitting here and hoping I can find assurance that my doubts will finally leave with the first step being the one that’s believed in. I don’t know if I am heading down or falling from grace, and feeling those warm winds blowing here under those hard-blue skies and wondering if I am heading into the calm of an eye of a storm? Still there is no other place than I think I would rather be, though I might have doubts to where I...

 Heart-Shaped Pendulum                 There is so much in my mind right now, but the most conflicting part would be the memories, I guess. The memories of us. It cuts my heart, but at the same time, it warms my soul. I know I will remember every second of you for as long as I breathe. The two-year long relationship we share will be forever burnt into my brain, like a heart-shaped pendulum, as a strong wave in the calm oc...

Thunder echoing across these high desert plains, and the smell of rain in the air as my mind races as to what options I should be taking if the storm should head this way and unleash its fury as it breaks. Thinking back for some unknown reasons as to what we once did in the name of fun, and looking back has me wondering why we aren’t all dead or at least having been hurt badly. All of this coming on the realization of my...

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Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, and I am not sure where I should begin, as I ask those questions about the faithful being rewarded and will I miss the final call or warning for having lived this lie of a life? I can only name where I have been, and I know that I have been there and back again, as I ask that you stay inside the confessional until you hear me leave. While the darkness begins to fall like waves that cra...

Thunder echoing across these high desert plains, and the smell of rain in the air as my mind races as to what options I should be taking if the storm should head this way and unleash its fury as it breaks. Thinking back for some unknown reasons as to what we once did in the name of fun, and looking back has me wondering why we aren’t all dead or at least having been hurt badly. All of this coming on the realization of my...

Having it seem to be that I am caught off guard and not really prepared for the rest, and have the feeling that some prayers never reach the sky and I guess the same can be said about some wounds never healing as well as there being some wars that never end and continue to rage and sting. I have been a rebel for most of my days, and have always strived to be an individual, and not go along with the pack. As well as being...

There have been times when I want to take a trip to the inside of your mind and possibly spend the day there and see, and hear all the things you haven't said. I would also like to spend the time looking out of your eyes and seeing all that you see, as well as watch your thoughts form and then come about. Wondering if you would feel a thing when I hear you when you call? Maybe you would find that freedom has its own scent...

I am a stranger in a strange land standing here alone at the balcony railing, as I have done so often in the past looking down watching the scene un-fold below. With it, all like being something out of Dylan’s Desolation Row, and being able to see all yet, not being seen. As I stand here in reflective thought and contemplating the reason(s) or the folly of my being here as I stand here uninvited to this dance, as usual.Wh...

Take just a step cried the sad man, and take a look down into the madness along with the patient queues headed for the gallows as songs can be heard for the hallowed. With only fear breaking the silence as all kneel and pray for guidance, as you tread the road above the abyss with a look down at the madman. While only spectres are the only ones who still have pity out in the alleys and streets of the cities when the flame...

Lying here hearing the sound of thunder coming from the front that rolled in during the night, and sometime during or after the midnight hour as I find myself drifting off to dream. Starting to begin the crossing of those blue hills on the border there, as I enter into the realm of Morpheus, the dream lord and finding myself drifting deeply and crossing the river. Knowing that you are also there in this plane of dreamscap...