Submissions by SweetOblivion
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Home Sweet Home
262 reads
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Need
302 reads
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A Flow Of Tears
82 reads
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Dansa - To come
236 reads
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Her Waking Tongue
403 reads
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Never stopping
434 reads
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August
Now August’s come, I'll urge the summer heat
To blunt the silent edge, where you are still
Remembering I swept you off your feet
With loving tokens, depleting all will,
That might resist advances by laced pools
Where wood-shadows are warm; the pungent leaves
Will add the frankest fragrance to the brush,
Where you surrender; and you learn to please
The master of your summer, who will crush
Green moss, lush grass and the unwary fern
That trespass on the path, where you would tread
To be pressed to the grey boughs, where you learn
It's to my...
To blunt the silent edge, where you are still
Remembering I swept you off your feet
With loving tokens, depleting all will,
That might resist advances by laced pools
Where wood-shadows are warm; the pungent leaves
Will add the frankest fragrance to the brush,
Where you surrender; and you learn to please
The master of your summer, who will crush
Green moss, lush grass and the unwary fern
That trespass on the path, where you would tread
To be pressed to the grey boughs, where you learn
It's to my...
141 reads
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Although She's Sleeping
342 reads
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Drawing her out
It turns out that her thoughts of soul
are mostly song
the sound of which,
like memories of roses and whippings
the strike of a paddle,
the flicker and tip of a cane,
are dreams to mark her,
bringing forth that song:
a song of satisfied sighs
and the sounds of delight
that draw out her soulful tears.
are mostly song
the sound of which,
like memories of roses and whippings
the strike of a paddle,
the flicker and tip of a cane,
are dreams to mark her,
bringing forth that song:
a song of satisfied sighs
and the sounds of delight
that draw out her soulful tears.
117 reads
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The best by far
She has a love of words and these she craves;
She hopes that they'll induce such sentiment
That will ensure that she is quite content
To read with pleasure.
She knows how each phrase
Can stimulate and assure; so, she waves
The right to brusque riposte. She won't resent
The warmth that moves her hand to represent
A real comprehension.
She just saves
Herself for one who'll write and twist each word
Into a place that's fitting. This is fine
And dandy for a girl whose escritoire
Is ready with...
She hopes that they'll induce such sentiment
That will ensure that she is quite content
To read with pleasure.
She knows how each phrase
Can stimulate and assure; so, she waves
The right to brusque riposte. She won't resent
The warmth that moves her hand to represent
A real comprehension.
She just saves
Herself for one who'll write and twist each word
Into a place that's fitting. This is fine
And dandy for a girl whose escritoire
Is ready with...
52 reads
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Lost and Found
When lost she'd be a girl in tune
With every feeling and the sense
That she is special and will soon
Deserve a well-earned recompense;
She wants to hurt and needs to ache
With all the usage I'll not cease
To inflict on her to awake
A passion that gives her release;
She finds freedom in the chains
She imagines keep her bound;
And sleeps through agonies, so gains
Solace in the fact she's found.
With every feeling and the sense
That she is special and will soon
Deserve a well-earned recompense;
She wants to hurt and needs to ache
With all the usage I'll not cease
To inflict on her to awake
A passion that gives her release;
She finds freedom in the chains
She imagines keep her bound;
And sleeps through agonies, so gains
Solace in the fact she's found.
79 reads
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DU Poetry : Submissions by SweetOblivion