Submissions by fiveamtuesday
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like to write things that rhyme, mainly narratives.
Shiver
In an inn, in a woods, in a European past
Lived a woman with a kitchen and a garden in the back.
She was a promiscuous lass with murderous intent
Killing travellers as they passed with unparalleled contempt.
Her space was well ways away from any form of settlement
No towns nearby but quite established in a nestled place for residence.
It was off a trail where peddlers hailed who'd often carry with them shipments.
They'd often stop in need of sleep and to share some comfort from the missus.
She'd bring them ale and on the side a...
Lived a woman with a kitchen and a garden in the back.
She was a promiscuous lass with murderous intent
Killing travellers as they passed with unparalleled contempt.
Her space was well ways away from any form of settlement
No towns nearby but quite established in a nestled place for residence.
It was off a trail where peddlers hailed who'd often carry with them shipments.
They'd often stop in need of sleep and to share some comfort from the missus.
She'd bring them ale and on the side a...
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fiveamtuesday
Bound and blinded in the cold, with
rope burns on the wrists.
I wore concrete boots around the soles while
sweat dripped down my fists.
As I contemplated, the fog was rolling
On this early Tuesday morning.
The suit had asked my last request I asked
only for a cigarette.
It was a selfish comfort I could savour, though
I'm not a smoker this was my chance to try.
And for a moment I felt coldness waiver while
I'd bide my time to greet the tide. ...
rope burns on the wrists.
I wore concrete boots around the soles while
sweat dripped down my fists.
As I contemplated, the fog was rolling
On this early Tuesday morning.
The suit had asked my last request I asked
only for a cigarette.
It was a selfish comfort I could savour, though
I'm not a smoker this was my chance to try.
And for a moment I felt coldness waiver while
I'd bide my time to greet the tide. ...
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Obscenities
People are different this we both know.
You make it real clear when you're cutting your foes
to their toes.
Ever heard of shadow boxing?
This is shadow discourse.
No one's really there but you're still picking your fists up.
"But hold up, wait a minute. You can't really be saying this.
Implying that this poem isn't just a verbiaged attack"
Yeah, I guess.
Still it ain't as passive as you in the sack, hoe.
HA HA
I'm eloquent.
Seriously though,
I was just indulging my inner bully,
For real,
It's...
You make it real clear when you're cutting your foes
to their toes.
Ever heard of shadow boxing?
This is shadow discourse.
No one's really there but you're still picking your fists up.
"But hold up, wait a minute. You can't really be saying this.
Implying that this poem isn't just a verbiaged attack"
Yeah, I guess.
Still it ain't as passive as you in the sack, hoe.
HA HA
I'm eloquent.
Seriously though,
I was just indulging my inner bully,
For real,
It's...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by fiveamtuesday