Submissions by EllaNeftali (Ella.Neftali.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Ella Neftali, Lifes a beautiful struggle.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 5:36am
6th Feb 2014 5:36am
I Know You Without Knowing You
To the woman with one of the most beautiful families I have ever seen. Seeing your pictures sets smiles across my face.
Your family, your home with snow falling and your children playing, sets my heart ablaze.
In so many ways I feel I know you, your husband, your two beautiful children, who openly love with such veracity.
I feel I must have met you all in a past life, as if our souls were somehow connected.
And I know that this all sounds so weird, but I get this sensation in my chest that we could be distant relatives of the spirit.
Through pictures I...
Your family, your home with snow falling and your children playing, sets my heart ablaze.
In so many ways I feel I know you, your husband, your two beautiful children, who openly love with such veracity.
I feel I must have met you all in a past life, as if our souls were somehow connected.
And I know that this all sounds so weird, but I get this sensation in my chest that we could be distant relatives of the spirit.
Through pictures I...
607 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 7:14pm
5th Feb 2014 7:14pm
To chase or not to chase? That is the question.
I no longer chase women
Or at least I don't
Hawk and bark at them.
Treating them like
objects of sex.
But none the least
I hardly ever pursue lovers.
This is a blessing and curse
in one disguise.
Either I haven't met a woman
Worth chasing
Or I am a very unmotivated man.
Or at least I don't
Hawk and bark at them.
Treating them like
objects of sex.
But none the least
I hardly ever pursue lovers.
This is a blessing and curse
in one disguise.
Either I haven't met a woman
Worth chasing
Or I am a very unmotivated man.
602 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 5:07pm
5th Feb 2014 5:07pm
One Last Drink, Please.
If we could share a conversation over a tall glass of beer or whiskey,Then you miss madam have found yourself a friend.
If we could get lost in a rambling of thoughts and dreams,
Then by all means let us have one last drink,
Before we leave and go to a place more suitable for men and women of our taste.
Let me show you my version of romance which involves kissing and rubbing the stress pockets out of your skin.
I will ask you a series of questions and statements
that would leave most lovers aching for more:
"Would you like your eggs scrambled or sunny...
If we could get lost in a rambling of thoughts and dreams,
Then by all means let us have one last drink,
Before we leave and go to a place more suitable for men and women of our taste.
Let me show you my version of romance which involves kissing and rubbing the stress pockets out of your skin.
I will ask you a series of questions and statements
that would leave most lovers aching for more:
"Would you like your eggs scrambled or sunny...
747 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 5:18am
5th Feb 2014 5:18am
Women, Books and Music
I like my women the way
I like my books and music.
Provocative, insightful
And stunning.
I like my books and music.
Provocative, insightful
And stunning.
524 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 1:39am
5th Feb 2014 1:39am
Pillow Talk
If you wish to find your way into my bed
You must possess something intellectual.
Because I crave mental stimulation just as much as I do physical.
So If you are a lady who prefers jersey shore over books
Then this sexual relationship isn't going to work.
See I yearn to be held by hands that ache to flip pages.
Hands that snap when they are in the presence of great poetry.
I will forever be a man who wishes to look at eyes that flash curiosity eyes that leave most men intoxicated with ambition.
My idea of pillow talk isn't just
"FUCK ME!!!...
You must possess something intellectual.
Because I crave mental stimulation just as much as I do physical.
So If you are a lady who prefers jersey shore over books
Then this sexual relationship isn't going to work.
See I yearn to be held by hands that ache to flip pages.
Hands that snap when they are in the presence of great poetry.
I will forever be a man who wishes to look at eyes that flash curiosity eyes that leave most men intoxicated with ambition.
My idea of pillow talk isn't just
"FUCK ME!!!...
836 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 8:31pm
4th Feb 2014 8:31pm
Do You
b]Plastic smiles
Get you fake friends.
Being yourself
Will always offend.
Some people
Are just bitter.
I rather be hated
Than play pretend.
Get you fake friends.
Being yourself
Will always offend.
Some people
Are just bitter.
I rather be hated
Than play pretend.
838 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2014 3:16am
2nd Feb 2014 3:16am
Every Man can be the Fool.
b]Wise men don't simply think,
They do.
Confident men do,
But do not always think.
All men can turn into fools.
It just takes the right kinda woman,
A beautifully sadistic woman
To break a mans will.
They do.
Confident men do,
But do not always think.
All men can turn into fools.
It just takes the right kinda woman,
A beautifully sadistic woman
To break a mans will.
732 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2014 5:06pm
1st Feb 2014 5:06pm
Yes I Know I Look Like I'm From South East Asia
The most common question strangers ask me is
"Are you From India?"
Pause. Rewind. Repeat.
"Are you from India?"
Pause. Rewind. Repeat.
"Are you from India?"
No! I am not from India.
I was born in Southern California
"Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty".
And just to make sure we are clear,
I am one hell of a strange looking Mexican
Who happens to have native blood
Running through his veins.
And I know that no one means any disrespect.
It is merely a question after all,
Asked to an awkward...
"Are you From India?"
Pause. Rewind. Repeat.
"Are you from India?"
Pause. Rewind. Repeat.
"Are you from India?"
No! I am not from India.
I was born in Southern California
"Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty".
And just to make sure we are clear,
I am one hell of a strange looking Mexican
Who happens to have native blood
Running through his veins.
And I know that no one means any disrespect.
It is merely a question after all,
Asked to an awkward...
794 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Feb 2014 3:31pm
1st Feb 2014 3:31pm
To the Woman Who Calls Me Drunk at 2am
Oh you vixen with your 2am booty calls.
If you weren't so damn smart, strong,
Honest and beautiful
I'd probably never let you sleep in my bed.
But you are and I can respect that.
P.S. Stop hogging all the blankets.
If you weren't so damn smart, strong,
Honest and beautiful
I'd probably never let you sleep in my bed.
But you are and I can respect that.
P.S. Stop hogging all the blankets.
721 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2014 3:19am
31st Jan 2014 3:19am
It's Nearly Been a Year Since Your Death.
I bleed truth in the forms of similes and metaphors
with words backlashed on the tip of my tongue.
I spend most nights jotting down memories,
which seem like distant images in a desert mirage.
But still you never fade away.
I find your smile etched on every tree I see in dreams.
Your laughter floods in with Al Green and Marvin Gay
blaring in my ears, as I sit under a lonely sycamore.
I watch the sun set in the east
and it reminds me of how joyful you once were.
As I see the sky birth twilight I...
with words backlashed on the tip of my tongue.
I spend most nights jotting down memories,
which seem like distant images in a desert mirage.
But still you never fade away.
I find your smile etched on every tree I see in dreams.
Your laughter floods in with Al Green and Marvin Gay
blaring in my ears, as I sit under a lonely sycamore.
I watch the sun set in the east
and it reminds me of how joyful you once were.
As I see the sky birth twilight I...
629 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2014 11:44pm
30th Jan 2014 11:44pm
To the Weird and Shy Kids
I love the wicked ones,
with their devilish eyes.
I love the awkward types,
who speak their minds.
I love the swans,
the ugly ducklings
and foxes who dance.
I love the children
who grow up
never afraid
To be themselves.
with their devilish eyes.
I love the awkward types,
who speak their minds.
I love the swans,
the ugly ducklings
and foxes who dance.
I love the children
who grow up
never afraid
To be themselves.
477 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 4:34pm
29th Jan 2014 4:34pm
I Use to be a Hopeless Romantic
Most men will chase a woman
Across the seven seas.
Some people
would call that romance.
I call it
not having your priorities straight.
Across the seven seas.
Some people
would call that romance.
I call it
not having your priorities straight.
556 reads
3 Comments
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