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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The latest poetry and short stories posted on DU Poetry.
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
la noirceur ŕ l'intérieur
la noirceur ŕ l'intérieur
poet wake,
shake the blur from your brain,
stir that rustling part of consciousness
that may still work in small degrees,
midst the everyday disturbances ,
the sudden swerve and counter-curve
of light and of night,
the quirk and counterquirk,
the invisible torque upon -
the call and empty retort,
the suspended multiples
of black vagueness; this
breath of ice...
poet wake,
shake the blur from your brain,
stir that rustling part of consciousness
that may still work in small degrees,
midst the everyday disturbances ,
the sudden swerve and counter-curve
of light and of night,
the quirk and counterquirk,
the invisible torque upon -
the call and empty retort,
the suspended multiples
of black vagueness; this
breath of ice...
51 reads
2 Comments
Swans Song
Do you remember
when we were kids
staying up late,
playing music,
eating Cheetos and cake.
Always playful,
we were quite the pair
no tragedy no worries,
we didn't care.
Keeping each others secrets
we didn't give a damn,
my face next to his
while holding hands.
...
when we were kids
staying up late,
playing music,
eating Cheetos and cake.
Always playful,
we were quite the pair
no tragedy no worries,
we didn't care.
Keeping each others secrets
we didn't give a damn,
my face next to his
while holding hands.
...
57 reads
2 Comments
Ecstasy
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85 reads
3 Comments
American Dreamer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIog_7ME_Lw
Note: Please listen to *Mirage* from Al Marconi
while reading this too really feel what I'm saying ty.
Written by me for a friend of mine who was
born in the Middle East and as a man is still stuck there.
Cast upon him a burden
nay, a wicked curse,
born under the wrong...
Note: Please listen to *Mirage* from Al Marconi
while reading this too really feel what I'm saying ty.
Written by me for a friend of mine who was
born in the Middle East and as a man is still stuck there.
Cast upon him a burden
nay, a wicked curse,
born under the wrong...
67 reads
4 Comments
This is a book I've started..all comments welcome - editing grammar and spelling mistakes are still in.
this aint a story book and not even a book..its become a nice past time...a third and first person thing..to write sub and abjectively...or just do something..God ive not used my brain for ages..
any way...
the start i know ive knicked but i cant remember from whom..
The only advice I can give for what may be just a page or a book...this thing that you are reading, is to flick through to the pictures.
Life
Just typing this word has made my hands shake, my eyes have tears and I know if I don't control it I may just have my third...
any way...
the start i know ive knicked but i cant remember from whom..
The only advice I can give for what may be just a page or a book...this thing that you are reading, is to flick through to the pictures.
Life
Just typing this word has made my hands shake, my eyes have tears and I know if I don't control it I may just have my third...
42 reads
0 Comments
Dandelion Wishes
she had so many
wishes
always the dreamer
with a wild imagination
of flying
with the clouds
climbing
the tallest tree
the highest mountain
those feelings of invincibility
that anything and everything was possible
she wishes
she had made her parents proud
of even her smallest accomplishments
parents who showed a
remote interest in anything
she cared about
she wishes
she had had
teachers who did not embarrass her
in front of the entire class
because for some reason
things did not come as easily to...
wishes
always the dreamer
with a wild imagination
of flying
with the clouds
climbing
the tallest tree
the highest mountain
those feelings of invincibility
that anything and everything was possible
she wishes
she had made her parents proud
of even her smallest accomplishments
parents who showed a
remote interest in anything
she cared about
she wishes
she had had
teachers who did not embarrass her
in front of the entire class
because for some reason
things did not come as easily to...
51 reads
4 Comments
My TRIBUTE To~Robin Williams
ROBIN WILLIAMS
Captain My Captain
When I think of him
I see him as a beautiful wooden boat
honed to perfection
able to stand up to anything
he was a natural at
floating and gathering moments
by the thousands, each new ripple he created
was felt around the world.
He could stop your heart
with the speed of his comedic genius.
Everything just rolled so beautifully
so smoothly over his tongue
like magic
he could switch gears
changing from one character
to the next
without skipping a beat. He...
Captain My Captain
When I think of him
I see him as a beautiful wooden boat
honed to perfection
able to stand up to anything
he was a natural at
floating and gathering moments
by the thousands, each new ripple he created
was felt around the world.
He could stop your heart
with the speed of his comedic genius.
Everything just rolled so beautifully
so smoothly over his tongue
like magic
he could switch gears
changing from one character
to the next
without skipping a beat. He...
36 reads
1 Comment
Anemia
(Inspired by the song "Snuff" by "Slipknot")
Everyday...
I'm losing blood
Because of my foolish ways
With Karma as my flooding curse
I've gained the strength to...
MOVE ON
Chorus
I don't regret the mistakes i made
The ways I'm afraid is out of confusion
So take away my peace and all you will see is...
Pure insanity...
Insanity
Everyday...
I'm losing blood
Because of my foolish ways
Just tell me straight in my face
You never wanted me as a child
Say that you don't love me
Cause I...
Everyday...
I'm losing blood
Because of my foolish ways
With Karma as my flooding curse
I've gained the strength to...
MOVE ON
Chorus
I don't regret the mistakes i made
The ways I'm afraid is out of confusion
So take away my peace and all you will see is...
Pure insanity...
Insanity
Everyday...
I'm losing blood
Because of my foolish ways
Just tell me straight in my face
You never wanted me as a child
Say that you don't love me
Cause I...
34 reads
2 Comments
What I Mean to Say (Letter to an unloyal friend)
Here I sit atop the three concrete steps preceding the front door, the unnatural orange streetlights and bleach white doorlamps burning unblinkingly, the nighttime more nostalgic than usual, and I wonder how many of us really have the ability to always say what we truly mean to say, in depth, with utter unimprovable accuracy. After ingesting a moment’s contemplation, I figure: perhaps none. To say it perfectly? And then what about effective reception? To say it perfectly and then to be entirely sure, though flawlessly conveyed, that it will be flawlessly heard and understood? It must be none,...
42 reads
2 Comments
Life is a continuous cycle of once-terrifying things ...
What is going on around me?
I need some explanations fast
Am I being creative or just plain frightening?
Are people scared of me?
Because of what I can do
Or because of what they fear, I may do
Am I the driver or the passenger?
On this bus of my life
How do I know?
Where is my check and balance?
Where does my ticket take me?
Why do I need a ticket for my own life?
Shall I toss it away or hand it in
Be lawful or reckless and hang the consequences
Can I really do this or am I about to fall on my face
Am I right in...
I need some explanations fast
Am I being creative or just plain frightening?
Are people scared of me?
Because of what I can do
Or because of what they fear, I may do
Am I the driver or the passenger?
On this bus of my life
How do I know?
Where is my check and balance?
Where does my ticket take me?
Why do I need a ticket for my own life?
Shall I toss it away or hand it in
Be lawful or reckless and hang the consequences
Can I really do this or am I about to fall on my face
Am I right in...
46 reads
4 Comments
The Heart Is A Virus
All consuming, without it you die.
Evaporates the soul or sends you flying high
As hard as newspaper, also as soft as three-ply.
Pumping fluids into every corner, and leaves you high and dry.
Encourages bad behaviour,
Pushes over the edge without introducing your saviour.
Connecting to soul and mind you'd figure.
Tossing you into disconnect making you the failure.
Pulsating beat that should've brought bliss.
Inevitably leaves you lost in the abyss.
Love? What is love but lust, you'll dismiss.
For abandonment comes sealed with a kiss.
...
Evaporates the soul or sends you flying high
As hard as newspaper, also as soft as three-ply.
Pumping fluids into every corner, and leaves you high and dry.
Encourages bad behaviour,
Pushes over the edge without introducing your saviour.
Connecting to soul and mind you'd figure.
Tossing you into disconnect making you the failure.
Pulsating beat that should've brought bliss.
Inevitably leaves you lost in the abyss.
Love? What is love but lust, you'll dismiss.
For abandonment comes sealed with a kiss.
...
29 reads
0 Comments
R U Just a Brain in a Vat, & if so, How Does That Affect Your SEX Life?
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41 reads
0 Comments
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