Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I look forward to reading all about you.
An Absent God
Where are you, Lord?
In the darkest hours
of human need,
your embrace feels distant.
You, who so loved the world.
Yet, you abandon your humblest
servant~
to right and left, You feel•••
Where are you, Lord?
Please, just this once, I won’t ask for anything else, I promise.
Help me regain my Faith, Belief, TRUST.
Where is He when something horrible is happening?
Why doesn’t He answer my immediate prayers?
Maybe,
He’s already there…
holding my hand…
during...
In the darkest hours
of human need,
your embrace feels distant.
You, who so loved the world.
Yet, you abandon your humblest
servant~
to right and left, You feel•••
Where are you, Lord?
Please, just this once, I won’t ask for anything else, I promise.
Help me regain my Faith, Belief, TRUST.
Where is He when something horrible is happening?
Why doesn’t He answer my immediate prayers?
Maybe,
He’s already there…
holding my hand…
during...
#NaPoWriMo2022
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He

#lust
#boyfriend
#breakup
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17 Comments
???
Unremarkable
Living under a cloak of shadows
Diminishable
In every aspect of life
Illuminated
By the spotlight of infidels and cheats
Invisible
lines between nothingness
and everything will trip my faith every time
Believing
becomes more difficult after every slip yet I return time and again because what else is there
Passing
through I can only take as much as was given but I’m choking and gasping for breath
As in, a life of peace, no more worries, not another moment wasted
Living under a cloak of shadows
Diminishable
In every aspect of life
Illuminated
By the spotlight of infidels and cheats
Invisible
lines between nothingness
and everything will trip my faith every time
Believing
becomes more difficult after every slip yet I return time and again because what else is there
Passing
through I can only take as much as was given but I’m choking and gasping for breath
As in, a life of peace, no more worries, not another moment wasted
#betrayal
#SelfDiscovery
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Closets
Be they small, medium or large,
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
#alcohol
#confessional
#myself #metaphor
#myself #metaphor
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52 Comments
Recycled
How does one get off the gerbil’s spinning wheel?
Regurgitated drivel not so cleverly disguised in rearranged formats, different words-
same meaning.
Love, Loss, Loneliness, Repeat.
Establishment has its drawbacks. There is nothing new to lament, or rejoice. It’s all been done.
admiration, adoration, atonement. redemption.
I’m
bored.
Regurgitated drivel not so cleverly disguised in rearranged formats, different words-
same meaning.
Love, Loss, Loneliness, Repeat.
Establishment has its drawbacks. There is nothing new to lament, or rejoice. It’s all been done.
admiration, adoration, atonement. redemption.
I’m
bored.
#WritingPoetry
#apathy
#boredom
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35 Comments
Poem With No Title
I cried a river.
Yet, there were no tears to dry.
Just internal sighs.
Awaiting your nod,
Am I to stay or to go?
I’m strong but tired.
I can see the light.
You are but a shadow, now.
I had hoped for more.
We have everything.
You have always been missing.
I didn’t see you there.
Driven by duty.
Blinded seeking clarity.
Taken down by fears.
May we both be healed.
✝️
Yet, there were no tears to dry.
Just internal sighs.
Awaiting your nod,
Am I to stay or to go?
I’m strong but tired.
I can see the light.
You are but a shadow, now.
I had hoped for more.
We have everything.
You have always been missing.
I didn’t see you there.
Driven by duty.
Blinded seeking clarity.
Taken down by fears.
May we both be healed.
✝️
#sadness
#hope
#marriage #WritingPoetry
#marriage #WritingPoetry
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30 Comments
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
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‘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
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32 Comments
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
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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
384 reads
35 Comments
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
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46 Comments
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
486 reads
24 Comments
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