Poetry, by Nathaniel A. Samuel

In Contrast

Vacant my intelligence,

Slowly propels away.

An allusion of my stance,

In silence concealed and gone astray.

Judge me not,

Judge not what I say.

For lone is my core,

Lone no more, I pray.

In the obscurity of a hushed night,

I caught a glimpse of what could be.

A mere hopefulness,

Of existing with thee.

Enveloped but by your attendance,

Enclosed, but free.

I pine for affection,

Only you can give me.

This aching,

I feel but cannot touch.

This yearning,

I am content, but not that much.

Somewhere, in the cavernous pit of my heart,

Your silhouette I see,

But no, it is not such.

Embrace my hand,

Embrace it so…

No, I would not let go,

I swear to not let go.

The finale is upon us,

The hourglass goes dry,

This about this suggestion,

And I bid you goodnight.

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Frozen Frame

Slip into a frozen frame,
A caught moment in the film,
Memorizing the lines of your face,
Remembering the warmth of your breath,
Your hands in mine,
Our legs entwined,
A whisper goodnight,
Head resting on my shoulder,
Tucked snug under the covers,
Lips locked in endless wander,
A sigh and closed eyes,
We fall into our dreams,
And now the years have gone by,
The smiles have faded to tears,
Disagreement, discontent,
And emptiness on my end.

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Noises

Spilling

Over

Dripping

Screaming

Agitated

Shouting

Crying

Broken

Tears

Drip

Drop

Ripped

Apart

Blurred

Vision

Why?

How?

When?

Who?

What?

No

Yes

Maybe

Bitter

Cold

Hearted

Supreme

Being

Crushed

Lament

Silent

Scream

Scream

Scream

Shout

Shout

Shout

Grinding

Teeth

Sweaty

Palms

Nervous

Twitch

Bleeding

Swirling

Twirling

Spinning

Black

Out

Turn

Off

Noises

In

My

Head

Note**

Nathaniel is currently pursuing his degree in Writing and International Studies at Monash University, Malaysia. He is an aspiring writer, like many of us here at the Writing Hive and wanted to share some of his poems as a guide to other budding writers.

I chose to use these poems because they depict a different writing style than the others posted up here on the blog. 

Feel free to discuss the use of literary tools in his poems in the comment thread below. Nathaniel welcomes constructive criticisms and evaluations. :)


Lots of love,
L.