Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I look forward to reading all about you.
SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2019 5:54pm
7th Nov 2019 5:54pm
The Fights
Round four.
Oooffff!
Another sucker punch from the left, ladies and gents. A terrible punch from nowhere!
She’s on the ground, People!
Ten.
The ref has started the count down.
Nine.
She’s out cold, ladies and gents.
Eight.
No! Wait, she seems to be coming to.
Seven.
I see her eyes fluttering open with a vacant stare behind them.
Six.
The bruising to her heart just starting to be visible.
Five.
Her head is lifting- wait- no her head is...
Oooffff!
Another sucker punch from the left, ladies and gents. A terrible punch from nowhere!
She’s on the ground, People!
Ten.
The ref has started the count down.
Nine.
She’s out cold, ladies and gents.
Eight.
No! Wait, she seems to be coming to.
Seven.
I see her eyes fluttering open with a vacant stare behind them.
Six.
The bruising to her heart just starting to be visible.
Five.
Her head is lifting- wait- no her head is...
#anger
71 reads
18 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
31st Oct 2019 3:12pm
31st Oct 2019 3:12pm
Brooms
The cauldron is at full boil.
Tea, grape seed and crystal powder infusing nicely.
A pinch of bat wing and dragon’s blood sprinkled lightly, and brewed to perfection.
Hussy thought she’d lure him away. “Hehehe”, evilly cackled the crone.
Zephyr winds have picked up-
excellent trajectory for vertical lift off.
New conical hat, in place and disturbingly charming.
One last ingredient. She’ll never know what took her down.
Foolish woman.
Never learned.
So obviously needy.
How no one see’s...
Tea, grape seed and crystal powder infusing nicely.
A pinch of bat wing and dragon’s blood sprinkled lightly, and brewed to perfection.
Hussy thought she’d lure him away. “Hehehe”, evilly cackled the crone.
Zephyr winds have picked up-
excellent trajectory for vertical lift off.
New conical hat, in place and disturbingly charming.
One last ingredient. She’ll never know what took her down.
Foolish woman.
Never learned.
So obviously needy.
How no one see’s...
#witches
67 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2019 3:10am
21st Oct 2019 3:10am
anything but me
i
look
to
the
sun
the
moon
and
the
stars
because
i
don’t
want
to
look
at
me
look
to
the
sun
the
moon
and
the
stars
because
i
don’t
want
to
look
at
me
#SelfWorth
134 reads
25 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2019 2:46pm
15th Oct 2019 2:46pm
Timing
How quickly
laughing hysterically
can become
crying uncontrollably
laughing hysterically
can become
crying uncontrollably
#happiness
#sadness
#grief #hope
#grief #hope
125 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2019 4:47am
12th Oct 2019 4:47am
Dolefully
The days beauty brought to a close by a glorious sunset.
Amidst the gift of nature’s goodnight-
My thoughts oppressed by cloudy visions.
Conjured memories of a life never realized.
Insanely, passionately in love with you.
Always.
You
never
came.
Now, I am another’s and thoughts of you consume me still.
Crusty erosion ravages my heart.
Conflicted by fantastical desire to leave and never look back
or,
remain............
Amidst the gift of nature’s goodnight-
My thoughts oppressed by cloudy visions.
Conjured memories of a life never realized.
Insanely, passionately in love with you.
Always.
You
never
came.
Now, I am another’s and thoughts of you consume me still.
Crusty erosion ravages my heart.
Conflicted by fantastical desire to leave and never look back
or,
remain............
#escape
123 reads
12 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Oct 2019 7:19pm
9th Oct 2019 7:19pm
Adrift
Unmoored
*
lost
*
scared
*
No anchor to steady my vessel
i feign everything
The rocking motion...
i’m sick
The only truth i own is
sadness
and
suspicion
Hoping a return to innocence-
Of what i once thought-
was
Never
Ever
To be again
Dark grey clouds close in-
Please, make the rocking stop! ...
*
lost
*
scared
*
No anchor to steady my vessel
i feign everything
The rocking motion...
i’m sick
The only truth i own is
sadness
and
suspicion
Hoping a return to innocence-
Of what i once thought-
was
Never
Ever
To be again
Dark grey clouds close in-
Please, make the rocking stop! ...
#heartbroken
108 reads
10 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Oct 2019 10:52am
6th Oct 2019 10:52am
Hallowine
Hello!
Lovely to see you.
Please.
Come in.
Do sit down, make yourself comfortable.
May I offer you something to drink? Coffee, tea- something stronger perhaps?
I do have wine. Red or white?
Red. Delicious! I’ll join you in a glass. I’ve just found a new pinot noir. I hope you’ll like it.
Your request to see me sounded
-urgent- I hope everything is all right.
Yes, I have noticed my husband has been working later than usual. Not altogether out of the ordinary though. Why do...
Lovely to see you.
Please.
Come in.
Do sit down, make yourself comfortable.
May I offer you something to drink? Coffee, tea- something stronger perhaps?
I do have wine. Red or white?
Red. Delicious! I’ll join you in a glass. I’ve just found a new pinot noir. I hope you’ll like it.
Your request to see me sounded
-urgent- I hope everything is all right.
Yes, I have noticed my husband has been working later than usual. Not altogether out of the ordinary though. Why do...
#jealousy
#wife
#husband #girlfriend
#husband #girlfriend
108 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2019 2:54am
6th Oct 2019 2:54am
One Part Nature, Three Parts Science
Sitting quietly on the back porch
feet crossed at the ankles, anchored to gently glide the rocking chair.
The only sounds are the tall dry grass swishing against the base of the house,
a distant flock of birds singing as they head south for winter.
I am beholden to the goddess who created this feeling of rest,
supported against the cerulean sky
and woven tapestry in varied shades of deep greens,
amidst the tree line
generating the vista across the back field.
Sweet relief contrary to a world shouting all the time from...
feet crossed at the ankles, anchored to gently glide the rocking chair.
The only sounds are the tall dry grass swishing against the base of the house,
a distant flock of birds singing as they head south for winter.
I am beholden to the goddess who created this feeling of rest,
supported against the cerulean sky
and woven tapestry in varied shades of deep greens,
amidst the tree line
generating the vista across the back field.
Sweet relief contrary to a world shouting all the time from...
#nature
#spiritual
#alcohol #marijuana
#alcohol #marijuana
63 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2019 7:04pm
3rd Oct 2019 7:04pm
Human Condition
Photographs depicting morbid and gut-wrenching visuals. People everywhere crying in fear, pain, grief.
By my shameful self absorption-
I am become fantastically blind..
Immersed in my own silly twiddle twaddle...
The evening newscast heralds the day’s mass shooting. Current European genocides. Latest mental/physical/sexual atrocities inflicted and the subjugation of one human by another.
I am become profoundly deaf.
Overwhelmed from voice, text, email messages by...
By my shameful self absorption-
I am become fantastically blind..
Immersed in my own silly twiddle twaddle...
The evening newscast heralds the day’s mass shooting. Current European genocides. Latest mental/physical/sexual atrocities inflicted and the subjugation of one human by another.
I am become profoundly deaf.
Overwhelmed from voice, text, email messages by...
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
119 reads
24 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Sep 2019 9:47pm
16th Sep 2019 9:47pm
Inconvenient Truth
#sadness
#regret
#emptiness
237 reads
27 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2019 5:50am
5th Sep 2019 5:50am
Nonna
She was barely five feet tall with a personality twice that height.
I only remember her with beautiful snow white hair and a devilish wit.
She came to the states at nineteen speaking no English
and only a sixth grade education.
She wasn’t afraid of hard work and while her family had money back home that wasn’t the case anymore.
She met nonno later in life than was typical for a girl of that time and married him against her father’s wishes.
They were working class folk and raised their family with old country traditions while...
I only remember her with beautiful snow white hair and a devilish wit.
She came to the states at nineteen speaking no English
and only a sixth grade education.
She wasn’t afraid of hard work and while her family had money back home that wasn’t the case anymore.
She met nonno later in life than was typical for a girl of that time and married him against her father’s wishes.
They were working class folk and raised their family with old country traditions while...
#love
#gratitude
#admiration
126 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2019 7:53am
23rd Aug 2019 7:53am
inveigler
i see you struggle
feel your unrest
sad vacant eyes
trying their best
•
desperation exhaled
in each breath you can’t catch
you treat me like a fool
like a dolt playing fetch
•
endless fascination
with web-ether women
cavernous needs
god you’re a lemon
•
you are who you are
but i refuse to tend
i know what you’re writing
every time you hit send
•
the day will arrive ...
feel your unrest
sad vacant eyes
trying their best
•
desperation exhaled
in each breath you can’t catch
you treat me like a fool
like a dolt playing fetch
•
endless fascination
with web-ether women
cavernous needs
god you’re a lemon
•
you are who you are
but i refuse to tend
i know what you’re writing
every time you hit send
•
the day will arrive ...
#secrets
#betrayal
218 reads
21 Comments
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