Submissions by Elenat (Elenushka Toledo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm Elenushka Toledo born in Havana Cuba. I hope you enjoy reading me like I enjoy writing, and reading other poets.♥
Ode to you
It is not how you look,
But how I see you,
With chaste heart and pure eyes,
I solemnize you,
My beloved,
I restraining my fervent blood,
To be recognize not,
I quietly awake,
But you bed yourself in my lines,
As in placid lakes,
Or wave-foam
Earth music
Seas fragrance
In you,
Nakedly clear,
And beautiful to me,
Whether it is your strong hands,
On my breast,
At a primal touch,
Or your ultra thick lips,
Like a musical instrument,
The essentials of your skin,
Color and redolence.
The...
But how I see you,
With chaste heart and pure eyes,
I solemnize you,
My beloved,
I restraining my fervent blood,
To be recognize not,
I quietly awake,
But you bed yourself in my lines,
As in placid lakes,
Or wave-foam
Earth music
Seas fragrance
In you,
Nakedly clear,
And beautiful to me,
Whether it is your strong hands,
On my breast,
At a primal touch,
Or your ultra thick lips,
Like a musical instrument,
The essentials of your skin,
Color and redolence.
The...
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Back on board
Intoxicated with
evergreen trees,
and gentle suave kisses,
Like winter
I clinch every layer
of the roses,
and they ease my
nautical loneliness,
Seas of madness
steering dresses
of petals,
I cruise in the fresh
smell of
the naked ocean,
adorn in red,
But with bitter sounds,
and a dark
crest of abandon droplets,
Hardened by lust,
I go climb on
my own journey,
LUNA Y SOL burning,
and freezing EL TIEMPO,
And I caressing my fur,
Delightful...
evergreen trees,
and gentle suave kisses,
Like winter
I clinch every layer
of the roses,
and they ease my
nautical loneliness,
Seas of madness
steering dresses
of petals,
I cruise in the fresh
smell of
the naked ocean,
adorn in red,
But with bitter sounds,
and a dark
crest of abandon droplets,
Hardened by lust,
I go climb on
my own journey,
LUNA Y SOL burning,
and freezing EL TIEMPO,
And I caressing my fur,
Delightful...
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Zoe
She was there, but just passing by,
never mind what it is said,
nor what it seems,
if she we're a gypsy but she's not.
Maybe a woman of mysteries and stunning
qualities that delight the eye, but
yet a dwelling tree wont even blink,
nor drop a leaf for her.
She's beautiful as a flying
myth of some fairytale princes with
no prince to chose.
Beautiful and charming,
but a bleak vissage look that
question her truth.
She's a walking venture to men kind,
but again she's a lament soul,
a lonely heart with...
never mind what it is said,
nor what it seems,
if she we're a gypsy but she's not.
Maybe a woman of mysteries and stunning
qualities that delight the eye, but
yet a dwelling tree wont even blink,
nor drop a leaf for her.
She's beautiful as a flying
myth of some fairytale princes with
no prince to chose.
Beautiful and charming,
but a bleak vissage look that
question her truth.
She's a walking venture to men kind,
but again she's a lament soul,
a lonely heart with...
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That song
I remember hearing that song,
that always made my
heart weaken and my blood fatigue,
Becoming vulnerable to my ear.
I drive and listen to this song,
and my whole world becomes still,
Still like if I were
hypnotized by the melody,
my heart starts to weep my flesh
becomes weak and my blood runs
faster through my veins,
I stumble, I walk in roams,
with no purpose,
I feel a vast emptiness inside,
and I get lost in my world,
I have no hope to get me
through, I can't see him,
I can't see me,...
that always made my
heart weaken and my blood fatigue,
Becoming vulnerable to my ear.
I drive and listen to this song,
and my whole world becomes still,
Still like if I were
hypnotized by the melody,
my heart starts to weep my flesh
becomes weak and my blood runs
faster through my veins,
I stumble, I walk in roams,
with no purpose,
I feel a vast emptiness inside,
and I get lost in my world,
I have no hope to get me
through, I can't see him,
I can't see me,...
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Haiku
Leaves scatter softly
like waves on the open sea
they make me happy
The cherry blossoms
falling like cotton bounty
I gaze with much joy
like waves on the open sea
they make me happy
The cherry blossoms
falling like cotton bounty
I gaze with much joy
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Love and other drugs
The burden of beauty that keeps
tormenting my skin,
the love of thee that comes
only with label,
"beauty", if not I'm doomed.
I can't compete with the normal female,
that one! yes, the one you yearn to
have intimacy with!
It is not me the beautiful me that was; taking
sedative to ease the pain, the misery of the
pills taking by day. I keep forgeting I'm not with thee.
I keep forgeting I'm a suffering slave.
And I remind myself you are not with me.
the pain is...
tormenting my skin,
the love of thee that comes
only with label,
"beauty", if not I'm doomed.
I can't compete with the normal female,
that one! yes, the one you yearn to
have intimacy with!
It is not me the beautiful me that was; taking
sedative to ease the pain, the misery of the
pills taking by day. I keep forgeting I'm not with thee.
I keep forgeting I'm a suffering slave.
And I remind myself you are not with me.
the pain is...
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Dormant
Love is dormant when you
Don't remember it,
I do not want to think of it,
It makes me weep,
It gives me grief,
When I am settle and comfortable,
When I don't
Caress it,
It does not wake,
It does not keep me up at nights
When I don't see the beauty in
People that are in love,
In the birds that sing hymns of
Happines when they join
In their nest to make love.
If I see this tenderness,
If I gaze at them,
All it brings to me is lament, sadness,
For I do not want to think of love.
I want...
Don't remember it,
I do not want to think of it,
It makes me weep,
It gives me grief,
When I am settle and comfortable,
When I don't
Caress it,
It does not wake,
It does not keep me up at nights
When I don't see the beauty in
People that are in love,
In the birds that sing hymns of
Happines when they join
In their nest to make love.
If I see this tenderness,
If I gaze at them,
All it brings to me is lament, sadness,
For I do not want to think of love.
I want...
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Bring me the autumn
I remember you as you were in the
last autumn, The leaves adorned my
heart with your music,
they were sounds
of your cadence voice that never left
the air like echoes in the wind, even
the birds sang like you,
they had your
tongue and throat, you were the artist
with no fame, your appearance your
voice were steady and calm.
They brought to me hymns and peace.
In your eyes the serenity of your soul
were like flames of light that never burned.
You were like the white sheets of my bed,
always in...
last autumn, The leaves adorned my
heart with your music,
they were sounds
of your cadence voice that never left
the air like echoes in the wind, even
the birds sang like you,
they had your
tongue and throat, you were the artist
with no fame, your appearance your
voice were steady and calm.
They brought to me hymns and peace.
In your eyes the serenity of your soul
were like flames of light that never burned.
You were like the white sheets of my bed,
always in...
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I do not exist
I do not exist,
I do not breathe,
I do not bleed
I do not hurt
I do not exist in your eyes,
not anymore,
I am far, far away, like
the stars that don't exist,
but still they shine and
you can see them far away,
but there not alive, they're not
really they're.
Yes I am not there,
not for you,
I do not want your pity.
I do not want my broken smile
painted in your thoughts.
I do not exist, I am not there,
do not look for me,...
I do not breathe,
I do not bleed
I do not hurt
I do not exist in your eyes,
not anymore,
I am far, far away, like
the stars that don't exist,
but still they shine and
you can see them far away,
but there not alive, they're not
really they're.
Yes I am not there,
not for you,
I do not want your pity.
I do not want my broken smile
painted in your thoughts.
I do not exist, I am not there,
do not look for me,...
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Poetic ache
As liquid evaporating,
my reflection vanishes,
dust of bone drifts,
And the quiddity of my
soul collapses while it waits,
hoping for a return,
like ships in the open sea,
lingering for
a placid voyage,
I continue
in the same wave,
like branches I waggle
vigorously in my aches,
Trying to elude the reason,
escaping from my own breath,
and as I see the leaves of trees
falling,
Each of them feel my pain,
and I travel in my head to all
of these places without
taking a step, ...
my reflection vanishes,
dust of bone drifts,
And the quiddity of my
soul collapses while it waits,
hoping for a return,
like ships in the open sea,
lingering for
a placid voyage,
I continue
in the same wave,
like branches I waggle
vigorously in my aches,
Trying to elude the reason,
escaping from my own breath,
and as I see the leaves of trees
falling,
Each of them feel my pain,
and I travel in my head to all
of these places without
taking a step, ...
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You were so clever
You were so clever,
you diged into my world
like ants looking for shelter,
I was empty like a tunnel,
you were mean like a snake,
not while you needed
my lips to quench your fire,
I became vain in my desires,
when you weren't killing me ,
you were charming,
and when you were charming,
you were still a lair,
I never really knew you,
you were like silence with
many secrets hidden,
and I was not with you,
I clinch to sadness
and sadness so
tenderly hold me back,
I can smell the gardenia of ...
you diged into my world
like ants looking for shelter,
I was empty like a tunnel,
you were mean like a snake,
not while you needed
my lips to quench your fire,
I became vain in my desires,
when you weren't killing me ,
you were charming,
and when you were charming,
you were still a lair,
I never really knew you,
you were like silence with
many secrets hidden,
and I was not with you,
I clinch to sadness
and sadness so
tenderly hold me back,
I can smell the gardenia of ...
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cry
He has the edge of me, the quill,
and the waves of prolong prose.
The hands move, they write with no
purpose but to disappear into death minds.
Meanings of grief,
turning into dark stone, tear drop become
ice drops, reach the end, and break
into dry whispers of cry.
ŠElenaToledo2011
and the waves of prolong prose.
The hands move, they write with no
purpose but to disappear into death minds.
Meanings of grief,
turning into dark stone, tear drop become
ice drops, reach the end, and break
into dry whispers of cry.
ŠElenaToledo2011
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