Submissions by Elenore
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2022 3:16am
5th May 2022 3:16am
Personification
Embodied brain material from the past lies beside me.
It is the missing lyrics.
They are lost particles of memory and they are free.
This is my brain on poetry.
It is the missing lyrics.
They are lost particles of memory and they are free.
This is my brain on poetry.
#memories
#confusion
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STORY POEM
Published
3rd May 2022 2:08am
3rd May 2022 2:08am
The Jester's Armoire
Is it tea time yet?
It feels right.
My dream warped when I stepped into it.
An unfinished conversation with the past keeps haunting my night time slumber.
It gave me a glimpse but my damn thought process is foggy, detached, nothing’s crystal clear.
Even the inner mirror cracked when I looked into it, shattering into bits and pieces floating through my mind’s eye as disassociated memories and reflections.
All I want to do is sleep.
All I want is my slumber.
All I want is renewal.
When will any of it ever come to...
It feels right.
My dream warped when I stepped into it.
An unfinished conversation with the past keeps haunting my night time slumber.
It gave me a glimpse but my damn thought process is foggy, detached, nothing’s crystal clear.
Even the inner mirror cracked when I looked into it, shattering into bits and pieces floating through my mind’s eye as disassociated memories and reflections.
All I want to do is sleep.
All I want is my slumber.
All I want is renewal.
When will any of it ever come to...
#dreams
#insomnia
#sleep
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2022 1:38am
2nd May 2022 1:38am
Eternity's Bounty
Embalm me with prayers of the ancients then cast my essence to the winds of time.
Listen for the breath of the elders as they spread life in words of a prophetic nature.
You will find my spirit frolicking on the bounty of their scriptures floating over the gentle cosmos of eternity itself.
Listen for the breath of the elders as they spread life in words of a prophetic nature.
You will find my spirit frolicking on the bounty of their scriptures floating over the gentle cosmos of eternity itself.
#LifeCycle
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STORY POEM
Published
27th Apr 2022 4:54pm
27th Apr 2022 4:54pm
Impatient Dreams
The robins are singing the rain song and I see threatening clouds coming in from the west.
Hopefully they bring rain drops to garden earth.
It’s early evening as the rain begins to fall.
I hear traffic’s wet commute driving down the road.
The temperature drops as sheets of rain whip across the open field.
It doesn’t last long and the clouds begin to lighten to make way for the setting sun.
I draw an invisible line across my psyche daring my intuition.
My inhibitions silently drain from my subconscious.
I take care not to fall...
Hopefully they bring rain drops to garden earth.
It’s early evening as the rain begins to fall.
I hear traffic’s wet commute driving down the road.
The temperature drops as sheets of rain whip across the open field.
It doesn’t last long and the clouds begin to lighten to make way for the setting sun.
I draw an invisible line across my psyche daring my intuition.
My inhibitions silently drain from my subconscious.
I take care not to fall...
#dreams
#rain
#sleep
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Apr 2022 4:39pm
24th Apr 2022 4:39pm
Beyond The Brier Patch
Your suave attitude turns me on.
My mind is entranced by your confidence.
I admire your devotion and loyalty.
I have found myself feeling mysteriously feminine and seductive when I think of you.
I allow you to seduce my thoughts.
I am alive to be daring.
Maybe one day we will transcend our insecurities and join our passions together as one. Would you allow me to take your hand in mine for a while? To feel the warmth and softness of your skin against mine.
Your spirit is fierce and compassionate.
Allow me to acknowledge your...
My mind is entranced by your confidence.
I admire your devotion and loyalty.
I have found myself feeling mysteriously feminine and seductive when I think of you.
I allow you to seduce my thoughts.
I am alive to be daring.
Maybe one day we will transcend our insecurities and join our passions together as one. Would you allow me to take your hand in mine for a while? To feel the warmth and softness of your skin against mine.
Your spirit is fierce and compassionate.
Allow me to acknowledge your...
#relationships
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2022 3:33pm
22nd Apr 2022 3:33pm
Listen To The Longing Within
My shadow and I walk toward the twilight.
Vespers casts a yearning upon my heart.
Absence of solace won’t allow me my sleep.
I'm wired and wide awake on this damp dreary night.
The clouds overhead are heavy, hovering between horizon and hope.
I am ever aware of the silent grandeur seeping from my mind.
I turn to face the darkness within myself.
The echo of my ego taunts me.
I shouldn’t question intuition or insight when a particular stimulus passes through my intellect.
I remember the hollow cavern of my own deception. ...
Vespers casts a yearning upon my heart.
Absence of solace won’t allow me my sleep.
I'm wired and wide awake on this damp dreary night.
The clouds overhead are heavy, hovering between horizon and hope.
I am ever aware of the silent grandeur seeping from my mind.
I turn to face the darkness within myself.
The echo of my ego taunts me.
I shouldn’t question intuition or insight when a particular stimulus passes through my intellect.
I remember the hollow cavern of my own deception. ...
#dreams
#philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2022 4:53pm
20th Apr 2022 4:53pm
Rictameter
Laurie
Drinking coffee
Welcomes smooth flowing words
During ongoing Zoom meeting
Living syllables bounce around wildly
Voices lift happiness complete
While caffeine takes effect
Adjectives find
Laurie
Drinking coffee
Welcomes smooth flowing words
During ongoing Zoom meeting
Living syllables bounce around wildly
Voices lift happiness complete
While caffeine takes effect
Adjectives find
Laurie
#coffee
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2022 7:41pm
16th Apr 2022 7:41pm
In The Meantime
It's 2:30 in the afternoon on the Saturday before Easter. Will Jesus be back tomorrow? Will he slap Putin upside the head? What would Jesus do?
#karma
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2022 3:50pm
16th Apr 2022 3:50pm
The Inland Sea in You and Me
My brain is a foggy fever. I still see the old man in the large house by the inland sea. He is sitting in his easy chair star-ing out ahead of time. He thought I took his binoculars but I showed him they were still there. He loves to watch the old seafaring vessels on the wandering waves just above the horizon.
He talks in his silence but he needs his nap. The best option is to imagine floating in between the sea...
He talks in his silence but he needs his nap. The best option is to imagine floating in between the sea...
#dreams
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Apr 2022 1:40am
7th Apr 2022 1:40am
Imperviously Trained
Credit for art to: Prettysleepy of Pixabay.com
So I would take a blind eye.
I’d look denial dead in the eye and wink.
Denial. Deny, deny.
I would look the other way.
So they would know I mattered.
They were dumb to how I felt.
They didn’t even see how I felt.
They didn’t notice.
I’d stay out of the way.
Don’t bother them now.
They’re too busy.
Go be alone in your alone place.
Hide under your covers.
Life got in the way.
No time.
Broken promises.
They forgot.
The hurt was overwhelming.
I’d...
So I would take a blind eye.
I’d look denial dead in the eye and wink.
Denial. Deny, deny.
I would look the other way.
So they would know I mattered.
They were dumb to how I felt.
They didn’t even see how I felt.
They didn’t notice.
I’d stay out of the way.
Don’t bother them now.
They’re too busy.
Go be alone in your alone place.
Hide under your covers.
Life got in the way.
No time.
Broken promises.
They forgot.
The hurt was overwhelming.
I’d...
#depression
#loneliness
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Apr 2022 00:16am
7th Apr 2022 00:16am
Three Bells in the Night
Credit for photo to: Cherry Laithang from Unsplash.com
The striking of three bells in the morning signals an awakening.
It's soo quiet. It's too quiet.
The kind of quiet that feels like you're being watched.
From the other side of the veil they watch us.
From our side the moments slow.
Time stands still during this so called witching hour.
Why is it we wake in the depths of the darkness to sense our fear? What do you do when you're too scared to even breathe underneath the covers? Your heart is pounding and you...
The striking of three bells in the morning signals an awakening.
It's soo quiet. It's too quiet.
The kind of quiet that feels like you're being watched.
From the other side of the veil they watch us.
From our side the moments slow.
Time stands still during this so called witching hour.
Why is it we wake in the depths of the darkness to sense our fear? What do you do when you're too scared to even breathe underneath the covers? Your heart is pounding and you...
#courage
#insomnia
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