Submissions by Elenore
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2022 3:57am
2nd Jan 2022 3:57am
Be My Appetite to Hope
dreariness
boredom
listlessness
routine
doldrums
evoke
interest
empathy
excitement
faith
stimulation
challenge
grace
emotions and I are acting out
why do you remain
they want to know
hope is coming
I want to be ready
I’ve caused you tears and I’m not sorry
good tears and funny thoughts all our own
all for the cleansing of our souls
the way the old slips away as the new is ushered in
I am saddened though by forgetfulness
of no memory for...
boredom
listlessness
routine
doldrums
evoke
interest
empathy
excitement
faith
stimulation
challenge
grace
emotions and I are acting out
why do you remain
they want to know
hope is coming
I want to be ready
I’ve caused you tears and I’m not sorry
good tears and funny thoughts all our own
all for the cleansing of our souls
the way the old slips away as the new is ushered in
I am saddened though by forgetfulness
of no memory for...
#loneliness
#hope
#faith #spiritual
#faith #spiritual
356 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jan 2022 4:25pm
1st Jan 2022 4:25pm
Enchanted Magnetism
I always think I’ve found ‘the one’.
But I tend to read into these things all too much.
The one I search for is the one I will love forever.
Myself.
I’m ready for a loving challenge from life’s lessons.
I will survive with help from my familiars’ counsel.
For I have a great capacity to love.
Passion will preserve me in suspended adoration of loves affection.
But I tend to read into these things all too much.
The one I search for is the one I will love forever.
Myself.
I’m ready for a loving challenge from life’s lessons.
I will survive with help from my familiars’ counsel.
For I have a great capacity to love.
Passion will preserve me in suspended adoration of loves affection.
#love
#myself
#passion #SelfWorth
#passion #SelfWorth
387 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jan 2022 3:03am
1st Jan 2022 3:03am
Unlawful Love
#lust
#erotic
#ForbiddenLove #temptation
#ForbiddenLove #temptation
490 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
13th Dec 2021 11:45am
13th Dec 2021 11:45am
My Voice Escapes My Mind
Photo by Sandie Clarke on Unsplash
A single breath emanates from my lips into the calm dark night. I catch it as I reminisce of the moment while you're still at the center of my thoughts.
The wind whispers to me of the comfort in my dreams words that have been birthed in the depths of my thoughts.
I come away to compose on the hope of living breathing words, adventures that make their way off the end of my quill.
Slowly now, find your way on the breeze of the willows as they seek serenity in the depths of their reflection on the pond....
A single breath emanates from my lips into the calm dark night. I catch it as I reminisce of the moment while you're still at the center of my thoughts.
The wind whispers to me of the comfort in my dreams words that have been birthed in the depths of my thoughts.
I come away to compose on the hope of living breathing words, adventures that make their way off the end of my quill.
Slowly now, find your way on the breeze of the willows as they seek serenity in the depths of their reflection on the pond....
#dreams
#emotions
391 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Dec 2021 3:44am
11th Dec 2021 3:44am
Who They Are
They don’t deserve the labels we give them, the names and innuendo’s attached with them.
They are born in authenticity and they live in authenticity.
We should emulate them.
They are at home in themselves and with themselves.
They are often innocent in their gestures and ever loving.
We should emulate them.
They don’t try to be better than anyone else.
They don’t need to be better than anyone else.
We should emulate them.
They are born in authenticity and they live in authenticity.
We should emulate them.
They are at home in themselves and with themselves.
They are often innocent in their gestures and ever loving.
We should emulate them.
They don’t try to be better than anyone else.
They don’t need to be better than anyone else.
We should emulate them.
#patience
#honesty
#misunderstood
#wisdom
#tolerance
409 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Dec 2021 4:24am
10th Dec 2021 4:24am
Sympathy
It's one o'clock and time to plant affirmative words strategically in the mind. Over time affirmations will take their time to play out for this or that. But unfortunately the second hand piano is freshly flat. Before that it just sat. Now it’s one o’clock in the morning and time for a tune smith. When do you suppose he’ll come down from his towering monolith?
Later the wind will blow in on the hope of a thousand fascinations. They will float in from the four corners of the cold dark night as they seek the warmth and serenity of the light. There is such passion in her heart as she...
Later the wind will blow in on the hope of a thousand fascinations. They will float in from the four corners of the cold dark night as they seek the warmth and serenity of the light. There is such passion in her heart as she...
#kindness
#dreams
#emotions
218 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2021 2:53pm
2nd Dec 2021 2:53pm
Lavender Eternity
I know you are bored with hearing about the feelings that flow through my heart. They always end up on my sleeve anyway. Exposed and replaced by forgetfulness, spent in the moment then passed by again.
Seldom does my soul breathe deeply enough to know-knowing how to understand life. Knowing when to relax to reach my other sleeve-to touch the emotions of my thoughts and feel the need.
I will have to accept that death will eventually swallow me up. I fear it, yet, will face it just the same. I'll sneak out the back door and leave it open for you. Come with me, we'll...
Seldom does my soul breathe deeply enough to know-knowing how to understand life. Knowing when to relax to reach my other sleeve-to touch the emotions of my thoughts and feel the need.
I will have to accept that death will eventually swallow me up. I fear it, yet, will face it just the same. I'll sneak out the back door and leave it open for you. Come with me, we'll...
#death
#escape
#emotions
369 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Nov 2021 3:17pm
27th Nov 2021 3:17pm
A Thought Displayed
I displayed a thought as a poem last night.
The words flowed without hesitation.
Nothing stopped in that moment,
Because that's where kindred minds think alike.
I find my heart beats calm in the company of poetry. It aligns itself with the rhythm and rhyme of the text. From the moment the words begin 'til the end I am lost, alive and in awe. The words draw me in exclusively and hold me locked in a dream.
As the dream becomes conscious an idea takes shape. The plan comes to pass on the wings of the wind. I breathe through the emotion to give it life....
The words flowed without hesitation.
Nothing stopped in that moment,
Because that's where kindred minds think alike.
I find my heart beats calm in the company of poetry. It aligns itself with the rhythm and rhyme of the text. From the moment the words begin 'til the end I am lost, alive and in awe. The words draw me in exclusively and hold me locked in a dream.
As the dream becomes conscious an idea takes shape. The plan comes to pass on the wings of the wind. I breathe through the emotion to give it life....
#WritingPoetry
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2021 00:26am
26th Nov 2021 00:26am
We Remember Our Shame
Our innocence was taken.
Our youth was was tortured.
Our identity was buried.
Our self worth forgotten.
But we remember our shame.
Our memory is branded with the scars.
Our self esteem is crushed to smithereens.
We lack self confidence and hide in the darkness.
When the light gleams we shy away.
But we remember our shame.
We didn’t know life could be so cruel and cold.
An uphill battle against the world and wind.
No one to confide in, no one to talk to.
No one to wipe away the tears.
But we remember our shame.
Our youth was was tortured.
Our identity was buried.
Our self worth forgotten.
But we remember our shame.
Our memory is branded with the scars.
Our self esteem is crushed to smithereens.
We lack self confidence and hide in the darkness.
When the light gleams we shy away.
But we remember our shame.
We didn’t know life could be so cruel and cold.
An uphill battle against the world and wind.
No one to confide in, no one to talk to.
No one to wipe away the tears.
But we remember our shame.
#abuse
#shame
#manipulation
340 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
24th Nov 2021 2:53pm
24th Nov 2021 2:53pm
Words For The Desperate
A lot of folks seem desperate these days.
Sadness and depression weigh them down.
A loved one gone, a pet passed on.
Always something gnawing at them.
But that’s why there are words!
Words of encouragement, words of imagination!
Like, what does a caterpillar think while developing inside it’s cocoon?
Does it dream like we do? Do they dream of flying perhaps?
The whispers of the willow in summertime comfort my soul.
Or what about the warmth of the sun on the lush green grass?
I sit down to daydream under the willow as the branches...
Sadness and depression weigh them down.
A loved one gone, a pet passed on.
Always something gnawing at them.
But that’s why there are words!
Words of encouragement, words of imagination!
Like, what does a caterpillar think while developing inside it’s cocoon?
Does it dream like we do? Do they dream of flying perhaps?
The whispers of the willow in summertime comfort my soul.
Or what about the warmth of the sun on the lush green grass?
I sit down to daydream under the willow as the branches...
#nature
#uplifting
300 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Nov 2021 5:40am
20th Nov 2021 5:40am
Believe
Winter’s eve is on the horizon and marked on our calendars. Are you ready?
We’ll wake warm beneath our covers and watch the moon set with a twilight sunrise.
We’ll celebrate and drink strong coffee laced with nighttime dew of moon drops.
It tastes just like dark chocolate, as dark as the dark side of the moon. We toast to the fullness of our mother moon.
As ghost ships of yesteryear sail by the window of my eye I find myself surrendering to the aroma of the coffee and chocolate.
I recede back into my coffee to...
We’ll wake warm beneath our covers and watch the moon set with a twilight sunrise.
We’ll celebrate and drink strong coffee laced with nighttime dew of moon drops.
It tastes just like dark chocolate, as dark as the dark side of the moon. We toast to the fullness of our mother moon.
As ghost ships of yesteryear sail by the window of my eye I find myself surrendering to the aroma of the coffee and chocolate.
I recede back into my coffee to...
#dreams
#moon
#night
361 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Nov 2021 9:22pm
17th Nov 2021 9:22pm
Looking On
I'm laying in bed and it's daylight now.
Thanksgiving, a week away.
Always hopeful slumber will eventually fade to dreams,
I get up. I'm tired but wide awake.
The window is slightly cracked open.
I feel the humidity in the air.
I deeply inhale the moisture smelling of decay.
The cold makes me cough.
A morning caffeine induced mania has my attention.
I'm wired, tightly held in it's seduction but loving the effect.
Later I will crash in the depths of my medical marijuana edibles.
Happy to be and happy to share.
...
Thanksgiving, a week away.
Always hopeful slumber will eventually fade to dreams,
I get up. I'm tired but wide awake.
The window is slightly cracked open.
I feel the humidity in the air.
I deeply inhale the moisture smelling of decay.
The cold makes me cough.
A morning caffeine induced mania has my attention.
I'm wired, tightly held in it's seduction but loving the effect.
Later I will crash in the depths of my medical marijuana edibles.
Happy to be and happy to share.
...
#SelfReflection
326 reads
2 Comments
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