Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2020 3:15am
22nd Sep 2020 3:15am
Suffocation of Marriage
So desperate to please you,
quantity over quality, fearing loss,
sensual in thought but,
more mechanical in reality
the love is still there
where passion is not.
Your spirit’s essence
creates imagined warmth.
For as much as I long for your company,
I’m relieved when we part.
The mental jenga which
wreaks havoc in mind and body,
leaves anguished sentence fragments
when we attempt to reconcile.
What was once unified,
was singularly envisaged
I felt free...
quantity over quality, fearing loss,
sensual in thought but,
more mechanical in reality
the love is still there
where passion is not.
Your spirit’s essence
creates imagined warmth.
For as much as I long for your company,
I’m relieved when we part.
The mental jenga which
wreaks havoc in mind and body,
leaves anguished sentence fragments
when we attempt to reconcile.
What was once unified,
was singularly envisaged
I felt free...
#AliceFulton
104 reads
29 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2020 1:56am
22nd Sep 2020 1:56am
Selfdom
I armor myself
Smeared in herringbone and tweeds
From fashion mags and runways
My front and back;
Are poached and copied,
Microscopically seen.
The aper’s delight.
The burden is their’s,
I have way more at stake
Exposing my truth.
Smeared in herringbone and tweeds
From fashion mags and runways
My front and back;
Are poached and copied,
Microscopically seen.
The aper’s delight.
The burden is their’s,
I have way more at stake
Exposing my truth.
#WilliamButlerYeats
64 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2020 5:39am
14th Sep 2020 5:39am
Lamentation Lane
With the
ennui
in spirit
felt after
shock has
worn away,
I should’ve left.
The very minute we
hung up from our
love frenzied
overseas
connection.
Caught the
next flight
to London.
His voice,
stature,
pedigree...
Calling me, no!
Luring me
with the
deep
rich
timbre
Of his voice-
a baritone
My heart!
Beating so wildly
dancing
passionately
about my
bedroom
like a ...
ennui
in spirit
felt after
shock has
worn away,
I should’ve left.
The very minute we
hung up from our
love frenzied
overseas
connection.
Caught the
next flight
to London.
His voice,
stature,
pedigree...
Calling me, no!
Luring me
with the
deep
rich
timbre
Of his voice-
a baritone
My heart!
Beating so wildly
dancing
passionately
about my
bedroom
like a ...
#regret
100 reads
30 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Aug 2020 9:58pm
15th Aug 2020 9:58pm
Roux to You Too!
A pale roux of dead.
Its fatty content mixed with bread.
A poisonous dough floured with lead.
Kneaded and crafted so you’d be dead.
Your loathsome head and vile bust,
Turned to ashes then to dust.
Words of lust morphed into pleas
Stop. Don’t bother they’ll annoy the fleas.
Selfish and thoughtless, no larger crime,
When confused with love will turn on a dime.
You gave it your best ‘twas not enough.
Can’t wait to bury your memory and stuff.
Your come on’s at present,
Alluring at best.
...
Its fatty content mixed with bread.
A poisonous dough floured with lead.
Kneaded and crafted so you’d be dead.
Your loathsome head and vile bust,
Turned to ashes then to dust.
Words of lust morphed into pleas
Stop. Don’t bother they’ll annoy the fleas.
Selfish and thoughtless, no larger crime,
When confused with love will turn on a dime.
You gave it your best ‘twas not enough.
Can’t wait to bury your memory and stuff.
Your come on’s at present,
Alluring at best.
...
#dark
157 reads
32 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2020 6:56am
10th Aug 2020 6:56am
Half Begun Never Done
I have WAY too many saved poem drafts!
They’re all crap.
Well, parts of them are crap.
The other parts are drivel.
Can I create a clever poem from all the bits and pieces?
Maybe, but I won’t.
I can’t remember why I started half of them.
The other half I can’t think of a reason to finish.
The third half have no middle!
Blank spots waiting for words that never materialized.
They all have a common theme. Broken, sad, angry, mad.
Just substitute pronoun of choice.
Blah blah...
They’re all crap.
Well, parts of them are crap.
The other parts are drivel.
Can I create a clever poem from all the bits and pieces?
Maybe, but I won’t.
I can’t remember why I started half of them.
The other half I can’t think of a reason to finish.
The third half have no middle!
Blank spots waiting for words that never materialized.
They all have a common theme. Broken, sad, angry, mad.
Just substitute pronoun of choice.
Blah blah...
#WritingPoetry
149 reads
41 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2020 6:52am
10th Aug 2020 6:52am
The Ritual
Early morning solitude
Awakens with bird songs
And fading cricket sonatas
Rising dayspring mist resembles
Steam emanating from the kettle
On the brink of a whistle
Sugar and cream float patiently
As the teabag sits primly still
Civilized in its order
Anticipation of the first sip
Matched by the alluring aroma
Of steeping English Breakfast
Not another portion of the day
Will equal these moments
Meant just for me
Alone and quiet
At peace and grateful
Embraced by...
Awakens with bird songs
And fading cricket sonatas
Rising dayspring mist resembles
Steam emanating from the kettle
On the brink of a whistle
Sugar and cream float patiently
As the teabag sits primly still
Civilized in its order
Anticipation of the first sip
Matched by the alluring aroma
Of steeping English Breakfast
Not another portion of the day
Will equal these moments
Meant just for me
Alone and quiet
At peace and grateful
Embraced by...
#happiness
121 reads
28 Comments
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
226 reads
34 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
167 reads
38 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
169 reads
30 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
160 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.
~
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?...
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
150 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
182 reads
27 Comments
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