Submissions by EslieAnna (The Ill-Made Muse)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
What is a muse but for a man by design. Her heart weighs heavy when he is weak. Her eyes lowered when words will not reach him. Her breasts heave to please him. The vixen comes and goes when needed. And yet her love is pure.
SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2013 3:12pm
4th Apr 2013 3:12pm
Carry On
Look at it
The creature is moving
The movements are rhythmic
The mimic impostor
She owns the world
She owns the filth of it
She owns the mire.
What is it?
The outline is clear
The shading needs work.
The curves move
It dances
It finds out routines
It plays the Piper
Find her
Fix her
Don’t lose her
Don’t break her
Find her
Fix her
Forgive her,
Maker.
The creature is moving
The movements are rhythmic
The mimic impostor
She owns the world
She owns the filth of it
She owns the mire.
What is it?
The outline is clear
The shading needs work.
The curves move
It dances
It finds out routines
It plays the Piper
Find her
Fix her
Don’t lose her
Don’t break her
Find her
Fix her
Forgive her,
Maker.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2013 4:26pm
22nd Mar 2013 4:26pm
A One-Time Thing
Oh casual caress, it tortures and stings
A mess of mud and earth clings to morning,
A tickle of your tongue newly forming words,
The sounds of birds when sunshine sings.
Your lips part and sigh
Tulips opening once, die like “I love yous” do,
Grazing the ears you choose like fresh breath billows
When cold morning pillows of dew dissolve in the sun’s eye.
Passion is quick and fleeting
Springtime, repeating in cyclical fashion withers
Like this love, it deters inevitable decay and loss,
Across time my heart ebbs and sways with this sequence...
A mess of mud and earth clings to morning,
A tickle of your tongue newly forming words,
The sounds of birds when sunshine sings.
Your lips part and sigh
Tulips opening once, die like “I love yous” do,
Grazing the ears you choose like fresh breath billows
When cold morning pillows of dew dissolve in the sun’s eye.
Passion is quick and fleeting
Springtime, repeating in cyclical fashion withers
Like this love, it deters inevitable decay and loss,
Across time my heart ebbs and sways with this sequence...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 4:37pm
12th Mar 2013 4:37pm
Thoreau Reflection
Would I were as steadfast be,
Arms gold puncture and envelop me,
And tender-taken breaths heat
wisps upon the air, remembering
summer's mornings there.
A whitened grey,
This day willows sigh and whispers say,
Not as the green once trampled spoke to me
but as branches heavy broken in fantasy.
Come visit here a gaze upon the sight,
Come, captured cold and rapture light,
Crunched feet and fractured footholds move me,
And natures sleeping slopes are waves that undulate to sooth me.
Arms gold puncture and envelop me,
And tender-taken breaths heat
wisps upon the air, remembering
summer's mornings there.
A whitened grey,
This day willows sigh and whispers say,
Not as the green once trampled spoke to me
but as branches heavy broken in fantasy.
Come visit here a gaze upon the sight,
Come, captured cold and rapture light,
Crunched feet and fractured footholds move me,
And natures sleeping slopes are waves that undulate to sooth me.
#trees
#nature
#HenryDavidThoreau
644 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 4:36pm
12th Mar 2013 4:36pm
Thirty
I’m finally a grown up…now what?
Between wasting time,
A lot of sitting down,
A little wondering how,
A coffee cup and bad circulation morning
happened to me.
Between wasting time,
A lot of sitting down,
A little wondering how,
A coffee cup and bad circulation morning
happened to me.
614 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 10:09pm
6th Mar 2013 10:09pm
COMESSATIO
Tread lightly here,
Avoid the Erinyes power
and live with just a speck of hope that they will not find you.
Ah! Alecto heard the words,
she cursed you, and with her sister Tisiphone,
Cast a mighty reckoning upon the minds of men.
You will not sleep.
Bia comes, when wicked strike,
Chaos when they are weary,
Nyx, hides in the shadows of an endless night.
There is a feast for the friends of Fate
when you walk in the room.
And me, dainty as I am, holds the hand of Nemesis.
I watch and you learn.
Avoid the Erinyes power
and live with just a speck of hope that they will not find you.
Ah! Alecto heard the words,
she cursed you, and with her sister Tisiphone,
Cast a mighty reckoning upon the minds of men.
You will not sleep.
Bia comes, when wicked strike,
Chaos when they are weary,
Nyx, hides in the shadows of an endless night.
There is a feast for the friends of Fate
when you walk in the room.
And me, dainty as I am, holds the hand of Nemesis.
I watch and you learn.
595 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 00:11am
1st Mar 2013 00:11am
Kingdom Domestic
A woman is shifting between worlds
Dancing in her dreams,
Dredging through life
with her tiara and mop,
Cape, crown and dust pan.
Weary with the wisdom of everyone’s problems
Dancing in her dreams,
Dredging through life
with her tiara and mop,
Cape, crown and dust pan.
Weary with the wisdom of everyone’s problems
529 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2013 2:55am
28th Feb 2013 2:55am
Mirror
What is a muse but for a man by design.
Her heart weighs heavy when he is weak.
Her eyes lowered when words will not reach him.
Her breasts heave to please him.
The vixen comes and goes when needed.
And yet her love is pure.
"I am the solid rock foundation
on his sandy shore.
I am the phoenix fire made
my arms of smoke adore his soul though quick and fleeting
I will find him."
And though my words may quick deceive you,
know a muse, her love, will never leave you.
Whether it be with hands, to wash and mend,
or...
Her heart weighs heavy when he is weak.
Her eyes lowered when words will not reach him.
Her breasts heave to please him.
The vixen comes and goes when needed.
And yet her love is pure.
"I am the solid rock foundation
on his sandy shore.
I am the phoenix fire made
my arms of smoke adore his soul though quick and fleeting
I will find him."
And though my words may quick deceive you,
know a muse, her love, will never leave you.
Whether it be with hands, to wash and mend,
or...
922 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2013 2:53am
28th Feb 2013 2:53am
Eros
The drum beats
Heart-pounding pumping
Sounding like love or something
Sounding like rhythm
Wounded chasm caused by
Wanting and when its gone
Daunting future without you
Finds me and haunting sounds
Of pastimes bind me.
Heart-pounding pumping
Sounding like love or something
Sounding like rhythm
Wounded chasm caused by
Wanting and when its gone
Daunting future without you
Finds me and haunting sounds
Of pastimes bind me.
675 reads
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