Submissions by Christopher_Newby
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a fashion designer living in the UK, i am 20 and i love the power of words, using them to try and make people think and not just shock an audience, more than this, I am an absolute romantic :)
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Aug 2014 4:27pm
5th Aug 2014 4:27pm
Fanculo!
FANCULO!
He yell's to all who will hear
He's faced the sum of all his fears
In one swift moment ripped to shreds
In one swift moment met by dread
He thinks
He acts
He hopes
He prays
He stands
Transfixed
Hopeless
Dazed
Sui amor quam verba est (His love is more than words)
And because of this, FANCULO! is all that's left
To say
To feel
To know
And yet,
He cant help but feel no regret
He knows its love, and love will always stand the test.
He yell's to all who will hear
He's faced the sum of all his fears
In one swift moment ripped to shreds
In one swift moment met by dread
He thinks
He acts
He hopes
He prays
He stands
Transfixed
Hopeless
Dazed
Sui amor quam verba est (His love is more than words)
And because of this, FANCULO! is all that's left
To say
To feel
To know
And yet,
He cant help but feel no regret
He knows its love, and love will always stand the test.
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Aug 2014 3:57pm
5th Aug 2014 3:57pm
Hollow
my lost...
you will not see
the tears I cry
for lost lullaby
far away I hide
from the world outside
street lights seem glaring
as if there staring
towards the corner where you once lay
black as night
the day now seems
gaunt, is now my face
but no sympathy please
I know how it must seem
just speak the violent words I need
to fuel my anger
hold back my tears
and let out no cries
for my baby, my darling, my lost, lullaby.
i'm done.
~Christopher...
you will not see
the tears I cry
for lost lullaby
far away I hide
from the world outside
street lights seem glaring
as if there staring
towards the corner where you once lay
black as night
the day now seems
gaunt, is now my face
but no sympathy please
I know how it must seem
just speak the violent words I need
to fuel my anger
hold back my tears
and let out no cries
for my baby, my darling, my lost, lullaby.
i'm done.
~Christopher...
36 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 7:23am
12th Mar 2014 7:23am
Heart shaped halo
I love you like summer nights
when blue bells sway in pale moon light
and the last of the song birds quiet to sleep
as the day starts early and ends later each week
so that less hours pass from when we part to when we meet
when blue bells sway in pale moon light
and the last of the song birds quiet to sleep
as the day starts early and ends later each week
so that less hours pass from when we part to when we meet
69 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 7:01am
12th Mar 2014 7:01am
Go to sleep
Go to sleep, and let the moon but kiss your face
as you make the stars all jealous, for the light of it's embrace.
Tomorrow, the world will be your oyster and the sun shall light your way
just to show that in moons kiss, its light, came from other plains.
Good night.
as you make the stars all jealous, for the light of it's embrace.
Tomorrow, the world will be your oyster and the sun shall light your way
just to show that in moons kiss, its light, came from other plains.
Good night.
58 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2013 9:55pm
10th Nov 2013 9:55pm
A world that was.
My world.
The king of my domain, once,
insufferable I remain the man but less,
to what end am I to lose, my throne my power my very soul.
Still I fight; but I do-not as strength taken, stripped,
ripped from flesh of beating heart my world destroyed, my life, apart.
Left, with no option but acceptance, an unimaginable fate
in-dispersed with nightmares of futures once begotten hope,
so in darkness I remain, for no might that once controlled the thoughts of men does comfort dying soul,
...
The king of my domain, once,
insufferable I remain the man but less,
to what end am I to lose, my throne my power my very soul.
Still I fight; but I do-not as strength taken, stripped,
ripped from flesh of beating heart my world destroyed, my life, apart.
Left, with no option but acceptance, an unimaginable fate
in-dispersed with nightmares of futures once begotten hope,
so in darkness I remain, for no might that once controlled the thoughts of men does comfort dying soul,
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2012 11:07pm
30th Sep 2012 11:07pm
you are not your parents
I was worried, now calm
If twer luck, now charm
For I slept, with you, in my arms
You are not your parents
I know this true
Because if it were not
I could not
Be so utterly, in love, with you x :)
If twer luck, now charm
For I slept, with you, in my arms
You are not your parents
I know this true
Because if it were not
I could not
Be so utterly, in love, with you x :)
74 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 2:58am
6th Aug 2012 2:58am
true love...?
It’s like when scolding words pass tender lips
And these such words do cut and rip but never
Still’s beating heart of one’s fair prince
Because your love is all he's ever wished
Except no fleeting words have yet been uttered to test his unremitting love
So he doth wait in wonderment of his fair counterpart
With knowledge of a love so true it should be seen as art.
And these such words do cut and rip but never
Still’s beating heart of one’s fair prince
Because your love is all he's ever wished
Except no fleeting words have yet been uttered to test his unremitting love
So he doth wait in wonderment of his fair counterpart
With knowledge of a love so true it should be seen as art.
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 2:33pm
25th Jul 2012 2:33pm
roses are re..
rose's can be blue, violet, shades of purple
my love may overwhelm me but your love keeps me stable
sleep may come so easy, in beds hard as nails
pillows may need plumping but of are love they will write tails
my love may overwhelm me but your love keeps me stable
sleep may come so easy, in beds hard as nails
pillows may need plumping but of are love they will write tails
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
4th May 2012 1:23am
4th May 2012 1:23am
if i were my love for thee
Were I my love for thee,
boundless would my being be
in veneration of what has and will continue to be
in hopeful precognition I decry,
though I laugh as this is my reality
limitless insanity if crazy is my love for thee
I love you, I want you, I need you,
My wish?
To see you, to hold you, to steal a kiss.
One-hundred and twenty-one days or seventeen weeks
Thousands of minuets smiling hundreds of rosy cheeks
One goal paramount, to see eight further months pass by
So that after a year’s total I shall know, not a second was...
boundless would my being be
in veneration of what has and will continue to be
in hopeful precognition I decry,
though I laugh as this is my reality
limitless insanity if crazy is my love for thee
I love you, I want you, I need you,
My wish?
To see you, to hold you, to steal a kiss.
One-hundred and twenty-one days or seventeen weeks
Thousands of minuets smiling hundreds of rosy cheeks
One goal paramount, to see eight further months pass by
So that after a year’s total I shall know, not a second was...
116 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2012 00:15am
20th Apr 2012 00:15am
lullaby a yonder
A short little rhyme to end my time today
my thoughts unclear, your voice so near in sleeps sweet lullaby
to dreams I go, my head hung low on the pillow were you once lay
I say this rhyme to pass the time and see you in tonight’s bouquet
sweet the sound a cricket mound, through window left ajar
towards which, the mind wonders, with thoughts of ventures a far
until your arms are not a yonder, your caress my last hurrah.
my thoughts unclear, your voice so near in sleeps sweet lullaby
to dreams I go, my head hung low on the pillow were you once lay
I say this rhyme to pass the time and see you in tonight’s bouquet
sweet the sound a cricket mound, through window left ajar
towards which, the mind wonders, with thoughts of ventures a far
until your arms are not a yonder, your caress my last hurrah.
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2012 10:28pm
14th Apr 2012 10:28pm
the last of a good thing
The last of a good thing as all poets rhyme but only some of us sing
thinking about the intent and sound of passing crowds
but know one will stop to hear the words that won’t come out
so standing aloud I point you out and praise be that what you see is me is my love of thee in all of its entirety but woes’ me as you look back, unknowingly.
The last of a good thing, my thoughts cut short
a new born rose torn at the stork
for what I wished for you to portray, was the knowing of my silent symphony.
thinking about the intent and sound of passing crowds
but know one will stop to hear the words that won’t come out
so standing aloud I point you out and praise be that what you see is me is my love of thee in all of its entirety but woes’ me as you look back, unknowingly.
The last of a good thing, my thoughts cut short
a new born rose torn at the stork
for what I wished for you to portray, was the knowing of my silent symphony.
99 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 10:47am
17th Mar 2012 10:47am
two months with a heart shaped halo
I love you like summer nights
when blue bells sway in pale moon light
and the last of the song birds quiet to sleep
as the day starts early and ends later each week
so that less hours pass from when we part to when we meet
I love you more than a sonnet dictates
I love you more than words embrace
I fall in love when I see your face
I love you, I love you
two months what a race
I love you xx
when blue bells sway in pale moon light
and the last of the song birds quiet to sleep
as the day starts early and ends later each week
so that less hours pass from when we part to when we meet
I love you more than a sonnet dictates
I love you more than words embrace
I fall in love when I see your face
I love you, I love you
two months what a race
I love you xx
177 reads
6 Comments
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