Submissions by EllaNeftali (Ella.Neftali.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Ella Neftali, Lifes a beautiful struggle.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 7:43am
29th Jan 2014 7:43am
Belief and Desire
If you wish to change your life
You need two things,
Belief and desire.
Belief is to have confidence in yourself.
It is to realize you are in control.
You are the creator.
You are the mason.
You are the conjuror of dreams.
But this is nothing without desire.
Desire is to be mad with yearning.
To want; to lust;
to crave the dreams
that we have been chasing.
If you want change, you can't be cheap.
You have to want.
You have to believe.
You need two things,
Belief and desire.
Belief is to have confidence in yourself.
It is to realize you are in control.
You are the creator.
You are the mason.
You are the conjuror of dreams.
But this is nothing without desire.
Desire is to be mad with yearning.
To want; to lust;
to crave the dreams
that we have been chasing.
If you want change, you can't be cheap.
You have to want.
You have to believe.
692 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2014 5:40am
28th Jan 2014 5:40am
I Like The Women Who Wear Black On Wednesdays
I like my women
dressed in black,
drapped in conviction,
fuming strength.
I love eyes
that steal moments,
smiles that pierce hearts,
words that leave men incinerated.
I adore the girls with attitude
and a whole lot of intelligence.
dressed in black,
drapped in conviction,
fuming strength.
I love eyes
that steal moments,
smiles that pierce hearts,
words that leave men incinerated.
I adore the girls with attitude
and a whole lot of intelligence.
624 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2014 9:07am
27th Jan 2014 9:07am
Books, Food and DUI's
If we are great friends,
More than likely
I spoil you
with the simple things in life.
Books, food and conversation.
If we are good friends
I will forever offer you
a couch to sleep on
Whenever you have had
too much to drink.
More than likely
I spoil you
with the simple things in life.
Books, food and conversation.
If we are good friends
I will forever offer you
a couch to sleep on
Whenever you have had
too much to drink.
653 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2014 3:19am
27th Jan 2014 3:19am
Intoxicated
If you kissed me
I would taste
Just as sweet and bitter
As your favorite wine
If you read me
Like the book I am
I'd leave your synapses severed
Overflowing the connections
To your soul.
I would taste
Just as sweet and bitter
As your favorite wine
If you read me
Like the book I am
I'd leave your synapses severed
Overflowing the connections
To your soul.
567 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2014 9:17pm
25th Jan 2014 9:17pm
Ode to the Sexy Librarian
In my opinion women who read tend to be
more appealing; more exciting
And a hell of a lot more sexy.
To sit for hours on end with a book in your hands
should be a center piece in the Playboy mags.
And I say this with all sincerity,
women who read will keep
your conversations interesting.
They will not just bring the usual
awkward faced pillow talk to bed.
No, they will challenge you,
while making the hairs on your skin rise.
And long after kissing the parts of you few see,
these women will intrigue you with debate
and perspectives...
more appealing; more exciting
And a hell of a lot more sexy.
To sit for hours on end with a book in your hands
should be a center piece in the Playboy mags.
And I say this with all sincerity,
women who read will keep
your conversations interesting.
They will not just bring the usual
awkward faced pillow talk to bed.
No, they will challenge you,
while making the hairs on your skin rise.
And long after kissing the parts of you few see,
these women will intrigue you with debate
and perspectives...
785 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2014 4:44pm
25th Jan 2014 4:44pm
Got Your Vans on but They Look like Sneakers
Most men care more about their shoes
Than they do their own woman.
Shoes are replaceable.
Made by a kid getting paid less
than a dollar.
Someone who loves you
Is not something
You can just buy at the mall
Its kinda rare.
And not always made in China.
Than they do their own woman.
Shoes are replaceable.
Made by a kid getting paid less
than a dollar.
Someone who loves you
Is not something
You can just buy at the mall
Its kinda rare.
And not always made in China.
533 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jan 2014 4:23am
25th Jan 2014 4:23am
My Sheets Smell Like Last Sunday
You are a temptress
and I am a poet.
You provide me with inspiration,
while in return
I feed your narcissistic personality.
It is a small price to pay
while being in a
“Co-dependent Relationship”.
But I know where this will end.
I will see you in a bar
At 1:30 AM
Our eyes will lock.
Your lips will part.
I will smile like the jerk I am.
You will stab me
with that look that says,
“I AM YOURS! I AM YOURS!!, but only for the night”.
I will laugh bitterly and half heartedly,
while pulling...
and I am a poet.
You provide me with inspiration,
while in return
I feed your narcissistic personality.
It is a small price to pay
while being in a
“Co-dependent Relationship”.
But I know where this will end.
I will see you in a bar
At 1:30 AM
Our eyes will lock.
Your lips will part.
I will smile like the jerk I am.
You will stab me
with that look that says,
“I AM YOURS! I AM YOURS!!, but only for the night”.
I will laugh bitterly and half heartedly,
while pulling...
844 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2014 1:32am
25th Jan 2014 1:32am
BitterSweet
The most deadly things
are seductive.
They are alluring.
They hurt when they leave.
They kill when they stay.
are seductive.
They are alluring.
They hurt when they leave.
They kill when they stay.
566 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2014 6:53am
24th Jan 2014 6:53am
I can be a confusing mess
You can't always win.
It doesn't work that way.
If it did, you would probably develop to be
a tad bit more of an asshole
Or maybe I'm just being bitter?
Maybe, I hate that what I want
I can never have.
What I have I don't understand.
What I don't understand reminds me
I am forever alone,
but ironically enough
I'm content
I just hate losing.
It doesn't work that way.
If it did, you would probably develop to be
a tad bit more of an asshole
Or maybe I'm just being bitter?
Maybe, I hate that what I want
I can never have.
What I have I don't understand.
What I don't understand reminds me
I am forever alone,
but ironically enough
I'm content
I just hate losing.
564 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2014 4:45pm
23rd Jan 2014 4:45pm
Some Love Sheep Others Love Artist
I will probably fall in love with an artist of some sort,
Who is as much crazy as she is beautiful.
She, the woman who will fill my life with pain and happiness
will inspire me, challenge me, push me, drive me,
caress me, love me, and at moments hate me.
I will write book after book, detailing our lives
of all the nonsense that we encounter on our journeys.
She will claim that I am detached at times.
I will call her a narcissist.
We will end every argument between the sheets. Provocative
My artist will surprise me with gifts
of...
Who is as much crazy as she is beautiful.
She, the woman who will fill my life with pain and happiness
will inspire me, challenge me, push me, drive me,
caress me, love me, and at moments hate me.
I will write book after book, detailing our lives
of all the nonsense that we encounter on our journeys.
She will claim that I am detached at times.
I will call her a narcissist.
We will end every argument between the sheets. Provocative
My artist will surprise me with gifts
of...
603 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2014 6:08am
23rd Jan 2014 6:08am
Lunar Seduction
The moon gave the sky a look of seduction.
With a sly smirk the sky blushed into sun sets,
before lighting the horizon with an aurora borealis.
He knew what that look meant.
He knew what games those eyes played.
For eons he watched as she ravished
his plane of existence.
Turning his horizon into an image for the creeps,
who danced with their hips contracting in unison,
Their lips swelling with passion,
Their hearts pumping with lust,
All under the radiant blue moon.
The sky was infatuated; He was drunk with desire.
He was delirious with...
With a sly smirk the sky blushed into sun sets,
before lighting the horizon with an aurora borealis.
He knew what that look meant.
He knew what games those eyes played.
For eons he watched as she ravished
his plane of existence.
Turning his horizon into an image for the creeps,
who danced with their hips contracting in unison,
Their lips swelling with passion,
Their hearts pumping with lust,
All under the radiant blue moon.
The sky was infatuated; He was drunk with desire.
He was delirious with...
619 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2014 6:03pm
22nd Jan 2014 6:03pm
Take This Humbly
You woman
destroyer of men; Incinerator of egos,
Possess a beauty few truly understand.
Most men hawk and bark at the lengths of your legs.
Some men tremble under the weight of your seduction.
But I am a man who does neither.
I stand fixated by the resolution of your eyes.
By the truths they speak in total silence
As you give me a look that would turn most men to ash.
You woman
Ravishing with ambition; glowing with determination.
Do not stand on a pedestal like some prized possession
You are a soul of flesh and bone; of faults and...
destroyer of men; Incinerator of egos,
Possess a beauty few truly understand.
Most men hawk and bark at the lengths of your legs.
Some men tremble under the weight of your seduction.
But I am a man who does neither.
I stand fixated by the resolution of your eyes.
By the truths they speak in total silence
As you give me a look that would turn most men to ash.
You woman
Ravishing with ambition; glowing with determination.
Do not stand on a pedestal like some prized possession
You are a soul of flesh and bone; of faults and...
680 reads
3 Comments
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