Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I look forward to reading all about you.
SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2021 00:47am
10th Oct 2021 00:47am
Will You Love Me
Will you love me
During my stygian hours
Will you love me
Even when I can’t love myself
Quietly willing you alone
To breathe life in my worthless heart
Will You Love Me
During my stygian hours
Will you love me
Even when I can’t love myself
Quietly willing you alone
To breathe life in my worthless heart
Will You Love Me
#SelfWorth
167 reads
52 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2021 4:28am
14th Sep 2021 4:28am
‘Twas Then ~
Silence…
Deafening…
silence.
Gazing round the room,
painted in hues of soft greens and Ballerina pink,
awaiting its new occupant.
Above the rocking chair,
Faerie tale Queens and galant Knights in shining armor
bow and dance amidst the border.
Smiling dolls
that sparkle and shine as they burp then speak
“I love you, mommy”
‘Twas then I smiled.
Bookcases brimming
with old tales and new stories to engage our reader
with adventures…and dreams.
Double...
Deafening…
silence.
Gazing round the room,
painted in hues of soft greens and Ballerina pink,
awaiting its new occupant.
Above the rocking chair,
Faerie tale Queens and galant Knights in shining armor
bow and dance amidst the border.
Smiling dolls
that sparkle and shine as they burp then speak
“I love you, mommy”
‘Twas then I smiled.
Bookcases brimming
with old tales and new stories to engage our reader
with adventures…and dreams.
Double...
#WritingPoetry
128 reads
32 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2021 10:55pm
15th Aug 2021 10:55pm
a photographic memory
And
that
was
it.
With the pop and flash of the bulb
the visage in the picture was the only thing left of her.
Somewhere betwixt jockeying
for position with her two closest friends
and the snap of the camera shutter,
she was lost forever.
Her smile- fixed and rigid.
Her eyes glazed over and blank.
A shell remained;
she functioned
yet,
where SHE actually went
no one ever figured out.
Dreams and plans,
vanquished with the vaporizing smoke of the flash. ...
that
was
it.
With the pop and flash of the bulb
the visage in the picture was the only thing left of her.
Somewhere betwixt jockeying
for position with her two closest friends
and the snap of the camera shutter,
she was lost forever.
Her smile- fixed and rigid.
Her eyes glazed over and blank.
A shell remained;
she functioned
yet,
where SHE actually went
no one ever figured out.
Dreams and plans,
vanquished with the vaporizing smoke of the flash. ...
#sadness
#frustration
#SelfReflection
221 reads
46 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2021 2:14am
9th Aug 2021 2:14am
Poor Little Posey
I stopped to look at some flowers today.
A simple act, to be certain.
I bent down,
with great trepidation of not getting back up,
to smell their scent.
The fragrances were heady and aromatic. Refreshing and pure.
The feel of the petals were luscious and smooth, soft and comforting.
I found myself comparing them to my favorite velvet blanket. The one I use only for decoration.
The same variety of flower in the next bed had been overwatered causing them to wilt and droop over.
They appeared lifeless...
A simple act, to be certain.
I bent down,
with great trepidation of not getting back up,
to smell their scent.
The fragrances were heady and aromatic. Refreshing and pure.
The feel of the petals were luscious and smooth, soft and comforting.
I found myself comparing them to my favorite velvet blanket. The one I use only for decoration.
The same variety of flower in the next bed had been overwatered causing them to wilt and droop over.
They appeared lifeless...
#aging
#SelfWorth
119 reads
33 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2021 4:06am
6th Jun 2021 4:06am
Cheerless
Wandering amidst a vast landscape of solitude and isolation
It’s only in my mind I feel safe.
That in itself is a brain copulation.
I can’t write what I don’t know.
I know discontentment.
An escape from anything real
is a joyful release from this ______.
Everything is even keeled
if I conceal ALL this sadness
O’ the obtuse nerve!
Masquerading behind my façade
of false hope...please look away!
The very last thing I wish...
is to infect anyone else with this
Ugly
It’s only in my mind I feel safe.
That in itself is a brain copulation.
I can’t write what I don’t know.
I know discontentment.
An escape from anything real
is a joyful release from this ______.
Everything is even keeled
if I conceal ALL this sadness
O’ the obtuse nerve!
Masquerading behind my façade
of false hope...please look away!
The very last thing I wish...
is to infect anyone else with this
Ugly
#myself
283 reads
41 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2021 5:50pm
19th May 2021 5:50pm
For Sale!
Love Spells That Work”
Reads the advert.
Only $19.95.
Guaranteed!
•
•
•
•
How much for a divorce spell?
• • • • •
Not that long ago
I’d have paid that and more
Praying it was the answer
So many events can happen
When a wish becomes reality
Consequences have irony
Reflecting on a lonely past
When it was the present
To have seen it as the offering it was
Begs me to ask...
Reads the advert.
Only $19.95.
Guaranteed!
•
•
•
•
How much for a divorce spell?
• • • • •
Not that long ago
I’d have paid that and more
Praying it was the answer
So many events can happen
When a wish becomes reality
Consequences have irony
Reflecting on a lonely past
When it was the present
To have seen it as the offering it was
Begs me to ask...
#SelfReflection
237 reads
22 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2021 5:48pm
19th May 2021 5:48pm
Fly Fishing
I’d rather be a fish
with wings.
If I didn’t feel
like swimming
upstream-
I could fly south!
with wings.
If I didn’t feel
like swimming
upstream-
I could fly south!
#escape
#choices
212 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2021 5:39am
11th May 2021 5:39am
What’s In A Name? Glad You Asked.
Had I the option of selection,
This four syllable monstrosity-
would’ve been a single
diphthong!
Having no choice in the matter,
there is no point in lamentation.
Astonishingly only my family
poked fun at rhyming my
name with a venereal disease.
Fear not!
For I am not damaged
by the unmerciful teasing at the
hands of my wretched siblings.
When they weren’t looking I took
gleeful delight in hiding their toys,
or tossing them out.
Growing into my name I felt it
my duty and...
This four syllable monstrosity-
would’ve been a single
diphthong!
Having no choice in the matter,
there is no point in lamentation.
Astonishingly only my family
poked fun at rhyming my
name with a venereal disease.
Fear not!
For I am not damaged
by the unmerciful teasing at the
hands of my wretched siblings.
When they weren’t looking I took
gleeful delight in hiding their toys,
or tossing them out.
Growing into my name I felt it
my duty and...
#SelfReflection
172 reads
33 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2021 3:20pm
30th Apr 2021 3:20pm
La Fin
30/30
There’s always an end.
A choice is made to see it coming.
Or not.
Like summer camp for poetry,
Every day for thirty days~
(Thirty...long...days)
I wrote a poem.
Each day!
The hook, it didn’t have to be great.
The bait, it could be about anything.
The lure, was the Trophee at the end.
But!
An extraordinary thing happened.
Along the way
I met and became
acquainted with
other poets
and their
wonderful works.
They...
There’s always an end.
A choice is made to see it coming.
Or not.
Like summer camp for poetry,
Every day for thirty days~
(Thirty...long...days)
I wrote a poem.
Each day!
The hook, it didn’t have to be great.
The bait, it could be about anything.
The lure, was the Trophee at the end.
But!
An extraordinary thing happened.
Along the way
I met and became
acquainted with
other poets
and their
wonderful works.
They...
#friendship
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2021
144 reads
31 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2021 5:16pm
26th Apr 2021 5:16pm
Sleepers Awake*
26/30
Adrift among the shooting stars
Pale moonlight blankets the earth
Gentle dark night offers refuge
Away from searing illumination
Take flight amidst a dreams refuge
Where pain and sorrow go to rest
All is released to heaven for repair
Defeat oppressed chains unlocked
Awake the new day praised
Where hope refreshed sings
Dejection it’s faded grey hues
Are but a memory cleansed
Gratitude for this new day
To amend and forgive again
(52 unique words)
Adrift among the shooting stars
Pale moonlight blankets the earth
Gentle dark night offers refuge
Away from searing illumination
Take flight amidst a dreams refuge
Where pain and sorrow go to rest
All is released to heaven for repair
Defeat oppressed chains unlocked
Awake the new day praised
Where hope refreshed sings
Dejection it’s faded grey hues
Are but a memory cleansed
Gratitude for this new day
To amend and forgive again
(52 unique words)
#hope
#NaPoWriMo2021
154 reads
21 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2021 4:44pm
24th Apr 2021 4:44pm
Eiderdown Dreams
24/30
Tipping that precipice
of deep
unencumbered
slumber.
Where the earth
falls away
and the astral realm
gently glides
into its place.
All the weight,
of every burthen-
releases
as the soft
billowy comfort
of eiderdown
envelopes
the physical being.
Awash the feeling
of the Milky Way,
beautiful
in its hazy array
of light.
Every star
winking their
welcome
with warm assent.
Dazzling planets,
each in...
Tipping that precipice
of deep
unencumbered
slumber.
Where the earth
falls away
and the astral realm
gently glides
into its place.
All the weight,
of every burthen-
releases
as the soft
billowy comfort
of eiderdown
envelopes
the physical being.
Awash the feeling
of the Milky Way,
beautiful
in its hazy array
of light.
Every star
winking their
welcome
with warm assent.
Dazzling planets,
each in...
#dreams
#sleep
#NaPoWriMo2021
189 reads
21 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2021 5:04pm
22nd Apr 2021 5:04pm
It’s Poetry!
22/30
By any other moniker...
Else how can one and all
Get away with random thoughtlings?
Arrested grammatical development.
Peculiar
linear
formatting.
Language-
so steeped in metaphor
As to confound-
the most stalwart of sleuths.
Its fantastical, sobering affects offering release, catharsis-
to all in need of an embrace
no other language might equal.
Will you countermand this theory?
Methinks you won’t.
...
By any other moniker...
Else how can one and all
Get away with random thoughtlings?
Arrested grammatical development.
Peculiar
linear
formatting.
Language-
so steeped in metaphor
As to confound-
the most stalwart of sleuths.
Its fantastical, sobering affects offering release, catharsis-
to all in need of an embrace
no other language might equal.
Will you countermand this theory?
Methinks you won’t.
...
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2021
150 reads
25 Comments
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