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I have waking nightmaresThat it's too late,That I'm too far ,That I've murdered the poetryWhich was being born inside me.I search everywhere I goLooking for its remnants,Not knowing the point in timeOr the place where it was lost.I wonder sometimesIf a glance from your eyesOr a word from your lipsOr even a prayer From the hidden chambers of your heartMight bring it flooding back into my soul.The language which I fear is n...

Well I’m beginning to hear voices and there’s no one around, and I’m feeling all used up and the fields have turned brown, and I feel like I am waist deep in the ground mist with the feeling like I almost don’t exist. There’s too many people to recall, some of whom I thought were friends of mine, but I was wrong about them, and reality always seems like it has too many heads, with some things lasting a lot longer than you...

T here are times it feels like I am able to hear voices andthere’s no one around, and there are those times when I find myself grieving for those things and times that are gone. We all used to think things were good and would last forever when we were young. But, all of it has gone, and has crumbled to dust, with there being a strength in letting go, or learning how to live with the memories of their passage. With reality...

Valentine’s Day has comeand gone, and this has been after all ya’ll have gone away for some time now stretching from: 1982 – 1994. And I know I will never show those things I have written that Mom said to take up a pen and put all things from love to rage on a page. Something I have managed to do almost non-stop now since 2002, coming back from a Neil Diamond concert at NMSU, when the dam broke and my words no longer fell...

Seeing faces not spoiled by beauty, and I carry those cuts and scars from where I have been, and at times I am able to see through most of the masks that are worn. If there is a light then it shouldn’t go out, for there is a lot that is dark which rolls through without any doubts, from within and without. With there being times I find myself standing here in the pouring rain, watching as light tries to wash over me, along...

I play the game, just like I feel I should and rail at the rules that are tried to be imposed on me. But, it seems as if there are times that my whole world slowly slips away, and I wear around my neck that silver medal that was given to me by a brother in all meanings of the word. To help me keep my faith and acts as a charm to change things thrown at me and to disarm all the harm that might be inflicted, when directed a...

If only we had the timeWe would dance the steps of lust.If only we had the timeWe would sing the songs of ardor.If only we had the timeWe would paint the daubs of desire.If only we had the time.These words are sad and drear.Our steps would stir our soulsAs we whirled into ecstasy.Our songs would melt our heartsAs we caroled words of love.Our daubs would thrill our mindsAs we limned our dreams of joy.Our touches would join...

With the weight of the world upon me I can't hold my head up high, because after seeing the beauty that’s been destroyed I seem to be in freefall and cascading through the void. Having hope and prayer hidden underneath my wounds that have become those scars I carry, and it seems to be where the demons have their home. They say there's a strength to letting some things go so the truth can be exposed. Suddenly it seems as t...

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My whole life seems to have been just waiting for the right time feeling so lost but what can I do? Having had nowhere to run to, and nothing to really hold on to, and having come so close to giving it all up. But, then again my heart won’t let me give in no matter what the situation, and you might call me stupid for doing things that way. I have got no reason yet to die and some have already dug my grave and standing by...

Under the ruins of a walled city; with crumbling towers and beams of yellow light showing through the holes in the walls, with no flags of truce being seen, and with no cries of pity being heard above the sound of the siege guns that have been pounding it through the night. We built these walls of stone and then they crumble back to be encircled in trenches and barbed wire now, beneath the tattered flag we'd made. I retur...

Trying to sleep in the field The chill sinks in Beneath the five ton truckOut of the rain But soaking up the coldInside the bagWith head outLetting in the chill Sinking in While thoughts keep you awake Long into the early hours of the nightWhat needs to be done What must be accomplished What your troops mustComplete Stumbling to the water buffaloTrying to clean your face and mouthGroggy from lack of sleepBarely awake But...

She knows I am always here for herWhen she has had too much and needs meNeeds what only I can giveIt would seemWhat I am always prepared to giveShe knowsWe cannot be togetherAs a couple That would never doCould never beBut I am here for herWhen she needs me We have promises to keepAnd people with whom We must beBut I am always here for her Good friendsAlwaysAnd so much more Much more than perhaps we should be But I am her...

You look like shit my dear brother, and I missed you too; you dumb stupid mother. As I see the handmade welcome home sign hanging above a cheap bottle of red (that won’t be drunk), and knowing that I’ll have some freedom here with an old pull out sofa bed out here in the living room. And I know that I have pushed both; your patience and my luck, but we both carry our choices, and we try to hide our regrets along with know...

Spreading Wings

Rejoice and fly once more

With wings unfurled I seek my joy once more;The dance of love continues with my art. From fearful cliffs I spread my wings and soar; So join me now and live your fated part. Our secret rendezvous were magic dreams;No longer must we hide our heartfelt trust.Enraptured times we lived in flowing streamsOf passions breeding glee and frantic lust. Will you accept these offerings from me,As I have promised since the day we met,...

There is no better timeThan now Never a better timeThan now Make your decisionAnd stand by itUntil the end The end of the situationYou are in You have been caughtAnd nowYou may be free If you simply decideAnd standStrong You know what is bestFor youAnd you have known it Forever it would seem So stand upStand tallAnd stand by itUntil the end And then begin againTo live your lifeIn freedom You have decidedTo be freeTo be yo...