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Barricade Age
For the sky and the ground
Don't know where I'm bound
Ground into the dirt, it hurts
Pound for pound, it lurks
In thin air, inconceivable
Behind the boulders, unbelievable
It won't leave me
Chronic electricity
And no one can see
The way it dries my leaves
Hangs me out to dry
On the gallows, strong rope
Strong-armed into a lie
Might as well just choke
On my fickle tongue, too young
To have a body feel so old
Don't know where I'm bound
Ground into the dirt, it hurts
Pound for pound, it lurks
In thin air, inconceivable
Behind the boulders, unbelievable
It won't leave me
Chronic electricity
And no one can see
The way it dries my leaves
Hangs me out to dry
On the gallows, strong rope
Strong-armed into a lie
Might as well just choke
On my fickle tongue, too young
To have a body feel so old
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I guess it was always on the cards...
look, I was stressed,
I didn't mean to
snap!
she said...
I didn't mean to
snap!
she said...
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I Didn't Even Notice
The day passed by, and I didn't even notice.
Now it's been two years and I didn't even notice.
No one brought it up to me and I still didn't even notice.
Maybe because there's no stone on the ground.
There's no where for me to place flowers if I chose.
So when the day comes I barely think of it.
Is it bad to say that him being gone for my life only hurts me at random times?
I love him and I miss him.
And when I stare at my son too long, it comes back at me.
Half of my entire family is gone.
Wiped out in less than ten years out of my twenty years of...
Now it's been two years and I didn't even notice.
No one brought it up to me and I still didn't even notice.
Maybe because there's no stone on the ground.
There's no where for me to place flowers if I chose.
So when the day comes I barely think of it.
Is it bad to say that him being gone for my life only hurts me at random times?
I love him and I miss him.
And when I stare at my son too long, it comes back at me.
Half of my entire family is gone.
Wiped out in less than ten years out of my twenty years of...
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the most succulent...
there's always that one
blackberry
that can't be reached,
at least not without becoming
thoroughly entangled in the
thorns and foliage
and twigs and
yes of course I mean
you...
blackberry
that can't be reached,
at least not without becoming
thoroughly entangled in the
thorns and foliage
and twigs and
yes of course I mean
you...
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Big Brother To Little Sister On Her Wedding Day
It's my little sisters wedding day,
I'm not sitting in the church pews,
big moments in her life,
I know that I've missed a few
like when she learned to talk, or when she learned to walk,
when she had her first birthday,
when she had her first Christmas
I know I missed this
or when she had her first date
I didnt meet the boy who took her out,
I didnt make sure he knew what being a gentlemen was all about
I wasn't the big brother that looked after her
and kept her safe,
didn't do silly things
like sticking her face...
I'm not sitting in the church pews,
big moments in her life,
I know that I've missed a few
like when she learned to talk, or when she learned to walk,
when she had her first birthday,
when she had her first Christmas
I know I missed this
or when she had her first date
I didnt meet the boy who took her out,
I didnt make sure he knew what being a gentlemen was all about
I wasn't the big brother that looked after her
and kept her safe,
didn't do silly things
like sticking her face...
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The love of a mother
They say the love of a mother is,
Like no other.
But what about the lies of a mother?
What about the shitty nights,
Spent wondering why the fuck you have to go through this.
I put the blade to my wrist,
But I know it's not even worth it.
Because she can hurt me,
But what's the point in hurting myself.
To scar my already scarred skin,
Add to the pain,
Add to the ugly.
I will cry my eyes out,
Before bed,
After.
But I will not let her see.
I will not let her know of my pain,
Because it will bring her pain.
And...
Like no other.
But what about the lies of a mother?
What about the shitty nights,
Spent wondering why the fuck you have to go through this.
I put the blade to my wrist,
But I know it's not even worth it.
Because she can hurt me,
But what's the point in hurting myself.
To scar my already scarred skin,
Add to the pain,
Add to the ugly.
I will cry my eyes out,
Before bed,
After.
But I will not let her see.
I will not let her know of my pain,
Because it will bring her pain.
And...
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book 2 - early write
There was nothing more to John than a cigarette you would discard when split by rain, wet tobacco; thought would remind him of home, those that took their time with him found refuge - but time isn’t given in a robust society lacking awareness, or perhaps not the awareness John deserved. He sheltered none and neither did he seek. He had the world coming to him in biblical terms, more so than most, he led the meek. He was John. And nobody cared. And that suited him fine.
John had loved and lost love like us all, been bitten, chewed and then spat to the curb. He had enhanced...
John had loved and lost love like us all, been bitten, chewed and then spat to the curb. He had enhanced...
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The Rambling Rainforest Of Thoughts
My life has been one hell of a party.
It all just seems too much like a dream.
The changes I've gone through are what sparked a new light.
I'm sure this sounds like a bunch of rambling.
But I couldn't find any other way to settle my mind.
I'm different now, yes, but what I hold now is the strength I've always needed.
I'm still a stranger to myself in this new life and I plan on finding the rest of the pieces to my broken heart.
I don't know how to start over but I'll find a new beginning just like I found once found in you.
My burdens have...
It all just seems too much like a dream.
The changes I've gone through are what sparked a new light.
I'm sure this sounds like a bunch of rambling.
But I couldn't find any other way to settle my mind.
I'm different now, yes, but what I hold now is the strength I've always needed.
I'm still a stranger to myself in this new life and I plan on finding the rest of the pieces to my broken heart.
I don't know how to start over but I'll find a new beginning just like I found once found in you.
My burdens have...
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Unamed
He shall find me in the moonlight
Speaking to the trees
Dancing with the wind
He shall find me in the moonlight
Waiting
Will I know him?
My kith
My kin
He won’t be afraid
We shall gaze into eternity
Be in wonder of the stars
He shall whisper ancient words
And show me his sacred heart
He will, walk with me hand in hand
Through the shadows of the night
Kiss my waiting lips
And breath into me light
Speaking to the trees
Dancing with the wind
He shall find me in the moonlight
Waiting
Will I know him?
My kith
My kin
He won’t be afraid
We shall gaze into eternity
Be in wonder of the stars
He shall whisper ancient words
And show me his sacred heart
He will, walk with me hand in hand
Through the shadows of the night
Kiss my waiting lips
And breath into me light
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The Bus People
(Written for Grace's "Strange Encounters" competition)
The Bus People
Well-trod path, forks in the woods—
Which to take?
Which to take?
Choose one, yes, perhaps you should—
Run away,
Run away.
Lure too great, the birds don’t sing—
They know,
They know.
Air doesn’t move, no sound, nothing—
Don’t go…
Don’t go…
Deeper now, in you go, on your way—
What do you feel?
What do you feel?
Drawn in, they see your soul turn gray—
They aren’t real,
They aren’t real,
Yes they...
The Bus People
Well-trod path, forks in the woods—
Which to take?
Which to take?
Choose one, yes, perhaps you should—
Run away,
Run away.
Lure too great, the birds don’t sing—
They know,
They know.
Air doesn’t move, no sound, nothing—
Don’t go…
Don’t go…
Deeper now, in you go, on your way—
What do you feel?
What do you feel?
Drawn in, they see your soul turn gray—
They aren’t real,
They aren’t real,
Yes they...
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their relationship was doomed from the start...
it was never going to work...
it was when they got home...
it was when they got home...
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mum and dad always stressed (me out)...
mum and dad always stressed
that as long as I really tried,
that was all that mattered...
from which I took it to mean
that if I didn't really try, it
wouldn't matter at all...
that as long as I really tried,
that was all that mattered...
from which I took it to mean
that if I didn't really try, it
wouldn't matter at all...
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