Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I look forward to reading all about you.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2023 8:20am
18th Jan 2023 8:20am
For The Living
Vigil and Visitation
If you think of me at all, remember me fondly. Look upon our time together in cherished snippets that will bring you joy and peace. Hail Mary, full of grace…
Funeral Liturgy
Life has not ended my love.
I’m with you everyday in every action. Weep not for me, but carry forward the love we shared. We will see each other once again.
Our Father, who art in heaven…
Committal
In final farewell, know I am laid to rest in divine comfort. Wrapped in a love pure and eternal. Go in peace to live your lives in joy.
Glory be to the...
If you think of me at all, remember me fondly. Look upon our time together in cherished snippets that will bring you joy and peace. Hail Mary, full of grace…
Funeral Liturgy
Life has not ended my love.
I’m with you everyday in every action. Weep not for me, but carry forward the love we shared. We will see each other once again.
Our Father, who art in heaven…
Committal
In final farewell, know I am laid to rest in divine comfort. Wrapped in a love pure and eternal. Go in peace to live your lives in joy.
Glory be to the...
#LifeCycle
171 reads
34 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2022 2:38am
6th Dec 2022 2:38am
Purloined
I dig your poem.
that’s why I am stealing it.
love, Honoria.
that’s why I am stealing it.
love, Honoria.
#CallToAction
322 reads
33 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2022 5:54am
20th Nov 2022 5:54am
The Clock and The Ferryman
What price will i pay
As the Ferryman rows
He accepts my coin
my purse feels light
i am apportioned
my number of minutes
How did i use them
i won’t be spared
The greatest equalizer
Row Ferryman, row
The clock advances
The ticking seems louder
Am i afraid?
Only, for whom i’ve offended
As the Ferryman rows
He accepts my coin
my purse feels light
i am apportioned
my number of minutes
How did i use them
i won’t be spared
The greatest equalizer
Row Ferryman, row
The clock advances
The ticking seems louder
Am i afraid?
Only, for whom i’ve offended
#death
#SelfReflection
259 reads
40 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Oct 2022 5:22pm
14th Oct 2022 5:22pm
To The End of The Road
A journey may be seen
as an adventure of a lifetime.
The good times, always welcome.
The bad times, test the strength of the commitment.
If one heart forges onward
and another remains immobile-
where does the path converge
or split?
My thoughts implode from self-chatter.
My heart bleeds from self-doubt.
As a duo, was this only to be a partial trek?
Perhaps this is an unexpected very long dark tunnel
from which we’ll emerge into the light.
Or just maybe, the sky is to remain...
as an adventure of a lifetime.
The good times, always welcome.
The bad times, test the strength of the commitment.
If one heart forges onward
and another remains immobile-
where does the path converge
or split?
My thoughts implode from self-chatter.
My heart bleeds from self-doubt.
As a duo, was this only to be a partial trek?
Perhaps this is an unexpected very long dark tunnel
from which we’ll emerge into the light.
Or just maybe, the sky is to remain...
#marriage
#SelfWorth
495 reads
48 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2022 1:52am
18th Sep 2022 1:52am
Just something you say
I’m fine”, she responded flatly.
“We’ve missed you around these parts!” said the old friends group, “Where have you been hiding?”
“I’ve been…around. Just busy, I guess.” She said looking through them.
“Well, let’s get together for lunch next week. It’d be so great to catch up with you.” the ladies agreed in unison.
Impassively she responded,
“That sounds fun.”
Not knowing where to look she stared straight ahead and waved good bye.
Desperately holding her emotions in check she turned and walked in the opposite direction....
“We’ve missed you around these parts!” said the old friends group, “Where have you been hiding?”
“I’ve been…around. Just busy, I guess.” She said looking through them.
“Well, let’s get together for lunch next week. It’d be so great to catch up with you.” the ladies agreed in unison.
Impassively she responded,
“That sounds fun.”
Not knowing where to look she stared straight ahead and waved good bye.
Desperately holding her emotions in check she turned and walked in the opposite direction....
#SelfReflection
378 reads
38 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jul 2022 6:11am
25th Jul 2022 6:11am
Garden of Thorns
Leave”, she said.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
#secrets
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
560 reads
58 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2022 6:22pm
4th Jul 2022 6:22pm
Far Away, I Am Free
A young girls fantasy
becomes
A grown woman’s sadness
How warped fate can be
To twist and knot a dream
Euphoric beginnings eroded
Daily, the grind of merely existing
I long to run
Yet, maps are obsolete and
Siri didn’t understand my request
Fancy language and scripted fonts
Do little to assuage this emptiness
Bards of yesteryear are mute
To the very thing I need to hear
I don’t know where to go?
becomes
A grown woman’s sadness
How warped fate can be
To twist and knot a dream
Euphoric beginnings eroded
Daily, the grind of merely existing
I long to run
Yet, maps are obsolete and
Siri didn’t understand my request
Fancy language and scripted fonts
Do little to assuage this emptiness
Bards of yesteryear are mute
To the very thing I need to hear
I don’t know where to go?
#WritingPoetry
#FeelingLost
576 reads
44 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2022 4:37am
26th Jun 2022 4:37am
Happy Endings.
I would love to wax poetic
the moon and stars.
How beautiful life is~
shared with my one true love,
Prince Bullshit.
That’s not what happened
that’s not who I became.
I’m not soft and huggable.
Life taught me not to trust,
and I believed it with
ferocious willingness.
Far from being all in,
I’m completely out.
My purse contents:
credit card,
passport,
lipstick.
The color~
“Fuck You”.
the moon and stars.
How beautiful life is~
shared with my one true love,
Prince Bullshit.
That’s not what happened
that’s not who I became.
I’m not soft and huggable.
Life taught me not to trust,
and I believed it with
ferocious willingness.
Far from being all in,
I’m completely out.
My purse contents:
credit card,
passport,
lipstick.
The color~
“Fuck You”.
#sadness
#relationships
523 reads
46 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2022 8:30am
31st May 2022 8:30am
Four Freedoms
Lo’ these many nights I lie awake in fear of losing all the freedoms I have known and consider my rights to exercise at will.
Am I only to experience these privileges within the quiet protection of mind and heart?
Systematically observing the erosion of critical thinking and civilized debate among mankind.
My mental anguish does not allow a resting heart rate when I bear witness to a silenced voice, excluded prayer, distended belly, or imprisoned soul.
The very idea of prior generations sacrificing their lives to establish, uphold and leave behind...
Am I only to experience these privileges within the quiet protection of mind and heart?
Systematically observing the erosion of critical thinking and civilized debate among mankind.
My mental anguish does not allow a resting heart rate when I bear witness to a silenced voice, excluded prayer, distended belly, or imprisoned soul.
The very idea of prior generations sacrificing their lives to establish, uphold and leave behind...
#freedom
#NaPoWriMo2022
544 reads
34 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2022 2:02am
10th May 2022 2:02am
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… ...
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… ...
#NaPoWriMo2022
550 reads
50 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2022 1:48am
21st Apr 2022 1:48am
???
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
556 reads
27 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2022 10:37pm
6th Feb 2022 10:37pm
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
819 reads
57 Comments
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