Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I look forward to reading all about you.
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2020 5:37am
4th Jul 2020 5:37am
Time and Its False Hope of Healing
Milestones have come and gone.
I’ve survived when others haven’t.
Guilt feels as heavy as the coffin for which I was meant.
I pine for the me that once was.
Gone; with no hope for she that once walked with a light tread.
Wretched words of hope and prayer- oh! I wish you knew how stupid and empty it all sounded!
Like an echo through an underpass.
Hollow and reverberating.
With bitterness and disdain I tolerated well wishes.
With time this will get better-
the most vitriolic expression!
My safe...
I’ve survived when others haven’t.
Guilt feels as heavy as the coffin for which I was meant.
I pine for the me that once was.
Gone; with no hope for she that once walked with a light tread.
Wretched words of hope and prayer- oh! I wish you knew how stupid and empty it all sounded!
Like an echo through an underpass.
Hollow and reverberating.
With bitterness and disdain I tolerated well wishes.
With time this will get better-
the most vitriolic expression!
My safe...
#loneliness
#despair
#EdnaStVincentMillay
67 reads
20 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jun 2020 7:10pm
11th Jun 2020 7:10pm
Pappus Flight
Hello little bird.
With your melodious chirp
And breast so red.
Eyes locked upon each other.
Else we wouldn’t be having this blink-less stare down.
I wonder little bird,
do you care if your wings are too heavy?
Or, if your feathers are too dark?
Your chirp speak to harsh? Or, better, not phrased in the manner your bird-man requires?
Do you care what your bird mate thinks of you?
Or, if he prefers the lusty kestrel in the next branch or the carefree blue jay in the shrub below?
What do...
With your melodious chirp
And breast so red.
Eyes locked upon each other.
Else we wouldn’t be having this blink-less stare down.
I wonder little bird,
do you care if your wings are too heavy?
Or, if your feathers are too dark?
Your chirp speak to harsh? Or, better, not phrased in the manner your bird-man requires?
Do you care what your bird mate thinks of you?
Or, if he prefers the lusty kestrel in the next branch or the carefree blue jay in the shrub below?
What do...
#nature
#FeelingTrapped
105 reads
34 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2020 2:39pm
7th Jun 2020 2:39pm
Two Lane Highway
It’s a quiet road where one lane heads north, the other south.
I travel life on both sides of this road especially at night.
Never ever meeting the illustrious middle.
Always sunny on the north side, never allowing pain and grief in this cavernous hole of loneliness.
The south side is where I live most comfortably.
Where my real self dwells-
It knows my pain and inner most sorrow.
The disappointment of failures only said aloud in my head and immediately denied.
In silent desperation I drive...
I travel life on both sides of this road especially at night.
Never ever meeting the illustrious middle.
Always sunny on the north side, never allowing pain and grief in this cavernous hole of loneliness.
The south side is where I live most comfortably.
Where my real self dwells-
It knows my pain and inner most sorrow.
The disappointment of failures only said aloud in my head and immediately denied.
In silent desperation I drive...
#sadness
#grief
#betrayal #disappointment
#betrayal #disappointment
107 reads
28 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2020 3:48pm
5th Jun 2020 3:48pm
Footwear
Shoes can hurt your feet.
👠
But, they can’t hurt your feelings.
👠
Shields, swords, saviors. Shoes.
👠
But, they can’t hurt your feelings.
👠
Shields, swords, saviors. Shoes.
#secrets
#haiku
#escape
#disappointment
#obsession
114 reads
19 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th May 2020 7:41pm
16th May 2020 7:41pm
The Vaquero's Vow
Thirteen minutes!
That’s all that was necessary.
Silently meet, fall madly in love and marry the brute.
His love was warmth on a cold winter’s eve.
And the cooling touch to a feverish,
nubile love struck girl.
She could see nothing else before her
but happiness, passion and love.
He could see only money,
idleness and the bottom of a bottle.
Her Vaquero saw it all.
He warns the brute to care for her or else...
His love for her was unmatched, he wanted only her happiness.
He defended her honor,...
That’s all that was necessary.
Silently meet, fall madly in love and marry the brute.
His love was warmth on a cold winter’s eve.
And the cooling touch to a feverish,
nubile love struck girl.
She could see nothing else before her
but happiness, passion and love.
He could see only money,
idleness and the bottom of a bottle.
Her Vaquero saw it all.
He warns the brute to care for her or else...
His love for her was unmatched, he wanted only her happiness.
He defended her honor,...
#hope
#passion
106 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2020 3:13am
12th May 2020 3:13am
Glass Pieces
Glittering like diamonds
Edges that slice with precision.
~
Just the right angle and
Faceted brilliance radiates.
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Like strung rubies, silky smooth
A red so deep and lustrous.
~
No pain, just pulsing relief
Then, a little red circle appears.
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Renewed commitment
to remain.
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Hedging bets that benevolent strangers will reason me away
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from a ledge
on which I was teetering.
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Pathos and conversation
To startle muddled thoughts.
~
Did i write poetry?...
Edges that slice with precision.
~
Just the right angle and
Faceted brilliance radiates.
~
Like strung rubies, silky smooth
A red so deep and lustrous.
~
No pain, just pulsing relief
Then, a little red circle appears.
~
Renewed commitment
to remain.
~
Hedging bets that benevolent strangers will reason me away
~
from a ledge
on which I was teetering.
~
Pathos and conversation
To startle muddled thoughts.
~
Did i write poetry?...
#choices
103 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2020 10:56pm
2nd May 2020 10:56pm
Wanderer
Forlorn traveler,
Where have ye been?
Lost among other peripatetics.
Seeking answers to questions
no longer remembered.
Roaming untamed landscapes of the ego.
Running from fear
undefined.
Remaining in trepidation
established.
A journey never concluded.
Where have ye been?
Lost among other peripatetics.
Seeking answers to questions
no longer remembered.
Roaming untamed landscapes of the ego.
Running from fear
undefined.
Remaining in trepidation
established.
A journey never concluded.
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#choices #SelfWorth
#choices #SelfWorth
136 reads
27 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2020 4:39am
15th Apr 2020 4:39am
Air Time
Screaming
atop
the mountain
for help
*
*
*
none came
*
*
*
Sadly
*
*
*
i went home
*
*
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Screaming
atop
the mountain
for help
*
*
*
an echo
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Circumspectly
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*
*
i stood still
atop
the mountain
for help
*
*
*
none came
*
*
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Sadly
*
*
*
i went home
*
*
*
Screaming
atop
the mountain
for help
*
*
*
an echo
*
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Circumspectly
*
*
*
i stood still
#learning
#SelfReflection
117 reads
20 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2020 6:29am
16th Mar 2020 6:29am
Almost Wanted
Smudged with the previous day’s grime made it difficult to see her sweet cherubic face.
Golden blonde hair, unkempt and unwashed emitted a dirty smell that repelled the other children.
Mismatched hand me down’s, stained and rumpled, targeted disdain by others.
Her mother’s cigarette smoke clinging to her filthy winter coat
isolated her further at recess.
Every tearful act, a scream for attention, so annoyed the harassed and preoccupied adult.
“Mid-year grades reflect incredible potential.” stated her teacher.
“Just...
Golden blonde hair, unkempt and unwashed emitted a dirty smell that repelled the other children.
Mismatched hand me down’s, stained and rumpled, targeted disdain by others.
Her mother’s cigarette smoke clinging to her filthy winter coat
isolated her further at recess.
Every tearful act, a scream for attention, so annoyed the harassed and preoccupied adult.
“Mid-year grades reflect incredible potential.” stated her teacher.
“Just...
#rejection
#suicide
241 reads
43 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2020 9:35pm
2nd Feb 2020 9:35pm
Collateral Damage
Enough will be enough.
Every minute an eternity in agony.
Sadness, no longer the mainstay.
Fury!
Dreams of vows fulfilled, never more.
An act once acted upon is synonym to a lie. Retraction no longer an option.
Is there a point to baring one’s soul?
Will shattered pieces of pledged love, only unto thee, be reparable?
Drunken slurs of disappointment turn to need.
To not be a duo feels crueler.
Nothing will be enough. Constant injuries birth selfish wantonness.
...
Every minute an eternity in agony.
Sadness, no longer the mainstay.
Fury!
Dreams of vows fulfilled, never more.
An act once acted upon is synonym to a lie. Retraction no longer an option.
Is there a point to baring one’s soul?
Will shattered pieces of pledged love, only unto thee, be reparable?
Drunken slurs of disappointment turn to need.
To not be a duo feels crueler.
Nothing will be enough. Constant injuries birth selfish wantonness.
...
#betrayal
#illness
255 reads
37 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2020 1:28pm
31st Jan 2020 1:28pm
Beveled Looking Glass
Fractured.
Riven happiness.
Duchamp painting.
Peering from behind a poorly glued façade.
Slivered pieces.
Scars left behind.
Crooked aching battlefield.
Beauty in their ugly?
i think not.
Hideous reminders.
Presentation was everything.
Dreams.
Manufactured contentment.
Seurat painting.
Every line tells a tale.
The glass never lies.
Riven happiness.
Duchamp painting.
Peering from behind a poorly glued façade.
Slivered pieces.
Scars left behind.
Crooked aching battlefield.
Beauty in their ugly?
i think not.
Hideous reminders.
Presentation was everything.
Dreams.
Manufactured contentment.
Seurat painting.
Every line tells a tale.
The glass never lies.
#LifeStruggles
#illness
215 reads
21 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2020 5:48pm
10th Jan 2020 5:48pm
Like
a child
i cover my eyes
and pretend
no one can
see me
i cover my eyes
and pretend
no one can
see me
#sadness
262 reads
37 Comments
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