Submissions by therefinedpoet (The Refined Poet)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I do not write from a place of angst, frustration, or inner turmoil. My poetry comes from thoughtful introspection and consideration of various topics while respecting the many forms of the poetic genre."
Tidal Waves
A ripple in my life events
has turned into billows of tragedies.
Now, I sit mesmerized,
shocked at unmerciful cruelties
Pains bestowed upon me without care.
No boats surfacing for my rescue,
battered by torrents of dread and despair.
Billows converging into fierce tidal waves.
Will I ever make it to shore,
to discover dry land and the sun once more?
Should I believe this present tempest will pass,
knowing that it will not last?
Am I destined to be lost in the seas of despair?
My compass is broken. My ship has...
has turned into billows of tragedies.
Now, I sit mesmerized,
shocked at unmerciful cruelties
Pains bestowed upon me without care.
No boats surfacing for my rescue,
battered by torrents of dread and despair.
Billows converging into fierce tidal waves.
Will I ever make it to shore,
to discover dry land and the sun once more?
Should I believe this present tempest will pass,
knowing that it will not last?
Am I destined to be lost in the seas of despair?
My compass is broken. My ship has...
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Tormented
Flashes go by quickly
Was it real? Or my imagination?
Haunted by memories of the past
Taunted by emotions out of control
No one sees the inner struggle
They look upon me as if all is well
Never seeing the tortured soul
Crying out from behind the bright eyes and smile
Trapped in an invisible prison
Guarded by nightmares, fears, and woes
My troubled mind goes unnoticed
I remain powerless in this unmanned fortress
Can't tell if I am awake or asleep
A never-ending nightmare is my life
Everyone...
Was it real? Or my imagination?
Haunted by memories of the past
Taunted by emotions out of control
No one sees the inner struggle
They look upon me as if all is well
Never seeing the tortured soul
Crying out from behind the bright eyes and smile
Trapped in an invisible prison
Guarded by nightmares, fears, and woes
My troubled mind goes unnoticed
I remain powerless in this unmanned fortress
Can't tell if I am awake or asleep
A never-ending nightmare is my life
Everyone...
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My So Called Life
Although life should be worth living,
Reality sets in so unforgiving.
Pondering the events of my life,
Organizing the mental files of my strife.
Too tired to keep believing in luck,
Taking my chances on passing the buck.
My parents and upbringing are the blame.
Surely their influence made me a little insane!
Maybe it was all of my so called friends,
Ever worrying me to try and fit in.
Was it worth it always faking a grin?
Useless it seems to put the blame elsewhere,
So it rests with me, but I really don’t care.
Realizing that...
Reality sets in so unforgiving.
Pondering the events of my life,
Organizing the mental files of my strife.
Too tired to keep believing in luck,
Taking my chances on passing the buck.
My parents and upbringing are the blame.
Surely their influence made me a little insane!
Maybe it was all of my so called friends,
Ever worrying me to try and fit in.
Was it worth it always faking a grin?
Useless it seems to put the blame elsewhere,
So it rests with me, but I really don’t care.
Realizing that...
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Puppet on a String
Passion. Desire. Lust.
To be with her was a must.
Emotional storms raged on the inside
Was a puppet on a string, lost all pride.
When she left, a part of me died.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
To be with her was a must.
Emotional storms raged on the inside
Was a puppet on a string, lost all pride.
When she left, a part of me died.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
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Love's Fool
I was such an idiot and a fool!
I opened my heart trusting your sweet words.
Never fathomed the pit of despair,
I would fall into without having you there
Who says love is for the birds?
They really must hate these air raiders.
No creature should ever experience such pain,
Being left as wounded animal bleeding and lame
Well now I know what true sorrow reveals -
Loneliness, emptiness, and sadness unmeasured.
If time is the designated healer of all wounds,
It needs to get here fast, I mean real soon!
© 2013 The Refined...
I opened my heart trusting your sweet words.
Never fathomed the pit of despair,
I would fall into without having you there
Who says love is for the birds?
They really must hate these air raiders.
No creature should ever experience such pain,
Being left as wounded animal bleeding and lame
Well now I know what true sorrow reveals -
Loneliness, emptiness, and sadness unmeasured.
If time is the designated healer of all wounds,
It needs to get here fast, I mean real soon!
© 2013 The Refined...
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Grief
Grief: An elixir intoxicating my soul;
Saturating my being as deadly black mold.
Why is this my plight, to embrace darkness as light?
Happiness taunts me like billowing ocean waves,
Leaving me longing for the comfort of the grave.
Grief: My biographer's unchanging nom du plume;
Authoring a tale intricate as the great Hume,
With chapters of despair, filled with desolation.
The epilogue, I suppose, will offer relief;
Releasing my soul from this epic penned by grief.
©2014 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved
Saturating my being as deadly black mold.
Why is this my plight, to embrace darkness as light?
Happiness taunts me like billowing ocean waves,
Leaving me longing for the comfort of the grave.
Grief: My biographer's unchanging nom du plume;
Authoring a tale intricate as the great Hume,
With chapters of despair, filled with desolation.
The epilogue, I suppose, will offer relief;
Releasing my soul from this epic penned by grief.
©2014 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved
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Never Knew
Elated when I met you
Ecstatic when I talked to you
Never knew what love at first sight felt like.
Mesmerized by your appearance
Captivated by your presence
Never knew what true beauty looked like.
Enthralled by your grace
Allured by your charms
Never knew what true admiration held like.
Excited by your touch
Electrified by your kiss
Never knew what true passion burned like.
Devastated by your betrayal
Destroyed by your departure
Never knew what true pain hurt like... Until now.
© 2012 The...
Ecstatic when I talked to you
Never knew what love at first sight felt like.
Mesmerized by your appearance
Captivated by your presence
Never knew what true beauty looked like.
Enthralled by your grace
Allured by your charms
Never knew what true admiration held like.
Excited by your touch
Electrified by your kiss
Never knew what true passion burned like.
Devastated by your betrayal
Destroyed by your departure
Never knew what true pain hurt like... Until now.
© 2012 The...
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Emancipation
You have held me in bondage long enough
Trapped by your feel, your smell, your touch
My heart made weak
My countenance made pale
Now I crawl from under you sail
No longer carried away by winds of desire
Nor driven by the currents of comfort
My anchor is released
My resolve has taken hold
My soul escaping
Out of the ashes of addiction
I arise
Out of the smoke of compulsion
I flee
Out of the dust of defeat
I am now breaking free.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
Trapped by your feel, your smell, your touch
My heart made weak
My countenance made pale
Now I crawl from under you sail
No longer carried away by winds of desire
Nor driven by the currents of comfort
My anchor is released
My resolve has taken hold
My soul escaping
Out of the ashes of addiction
I arise
Out of the smoke of compulsion
I flee
Out of the dust of defeat
I am now breaking free.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
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Anatomy of a FOOL (Acrostic)
Failure at learning from mistakes; pitiful, poor in judgment
Only a complainer; a passionately, professed curmudgeon
Obstinate in views; denying, despising wisdom and peace
Leaving a legacy of disrespect; troubled, tortured soul no relief.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All Rights Reserved.
Only a complainer; a passionately, professed curmudgeon
Obstinate in views; denying, despising wisdom and peace
Leaving a legacy of disrespect; troubled, tortured soul no relief.
© 2012 The Refined Poet. All Rights Reserved.
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If Not Now... When?
Time
something everyone has;
yet from me, it hides.
It's definitely not on my side.
Desire
means to long for immensely.
However great my desire to write,
time made its reach far out of sight.
Determination
to do what I thought I couldn't do,
led me to pick up and to scribe;
Commanding time to become an ally
If Not Now... When?
was the question I asked myself.
Since I had no valid excuse
the solution came revealing the truth.
Create
time and space to achieve
my determination and desire ...
something everyone has;
yet from me, it hides.
It's definitely not on my side.
Desire
means to long for immensely.
However great my desire to write,
time made its reach far out of sight.
Determination
to do what I thought I couldn't do,
led me to pick up and to scribe;
Commanding time to become an ally
If Not Now... When?
was the question I asked myself.
Since I had no valid excuse
the solution came revealing the truth.
Create
time and space to achieve
my determination and desire ...
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The Poetic Pessimist
Why follow dreams?
They are only illusions.
Why have goals?
They are only delusions.
Why have hope?
They are only false conclusions.
What is love?
A pain in my side.
What is peace?
Something for which fools strive.
What is joy?
A poor man's pride.
When will I have success?
The moment I try to fail.
When will I have happiness?
The moment I am happy to be sad.
When will I be truly content?
The moment I accept defeat.
© 2013 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved....
They are only illusions.
Why have goals?
They are only delusions.
Why have hope?
They are only false conclusions.
What is love?
A pain in my side.
What is peace?
Something for which fools strive.
What is joy?
A poor man's pride.
When will I have success?
The moment I try to fail.
When will I have happiness?
The moment I am happy to be sad.
When will I be truly content?
The moment I accept defeat.
© 2013 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved....
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