Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I look forward to reading all about you.
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jan 2022 9:46am
5th Jan 2022 9:46am
Recycled
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.
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
926 reads
38 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2021 4:11am
18th Dec 2021 4:11am
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
1012 reads
30 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2021 00:47am
10th Oct 2021 00:47am
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
1553 reads
77 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2021 4:28am
14th Sep 2021 4:28am
‘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
797 reads
32 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2021 10:55pm
15th Aug 2021 10:55pm
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
1048 reads
48 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2021 2:14am
9th Aug 2021 2:14am
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
885 reads
35 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2021 4:06am
6th Jun 2021 4:06am
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
1322 reads
48 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2021 3:48pm
2nd Apr 2021 3:48pm
A Simple Adjective
I fear you’ll see me vulnerable.
A sentiment for which I can not abide.
The very one you find most attractive.
Is the the very one I will NOT expose to you.
A life time spent mastering this most delicate weakness.
Demolished in the exhale of a sigh.
No! I won’t allow it.
Your pseudo pathos has long ago expired.
Alone I arrive.
Alone I wander.
Alone I depart.
It feels better that way.
Owing nothing at the end.
Preserved and salved by my own solemnity.
I will have maintained...
A sentiment for which I can not abide.
The very one you find most attractive.
Is the the very one I will NOT expose to you.
A life time spent mastering this most delicate weakness.
Demolished in the exhale of a sigh.
No! I won’t allow it.
Your pseudo pathos has long ago expired.
Alone I arrive.
Alone I wander.
Alone I depart.
It feels better that way.
Owing nothing at the end.
Preserved and salved by my own solemnity.
I will have maintained...
#loneliness
#NaPoWriMo2021
642 reads
37 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2021 9:12pm
14th Feb 2021 9:12pm
Poor Man, Or Not
He had a nice life.
Yet wanted a wife.
To share all his ups and his downs.
No luck in the city
he went into the town,
and left only ever wearing a frown.
He searched to the north
and then to the south.
Leaving him, sadly, down in the mouth.
“Poor me” said the man,
“Life can’t be this lonely,
all I want is a woman before I end pronely.”
This time I’ll turn right
instead of the left
I’ll see a fair beauty anon and with heft.
Fair maiden! An angel.
Sparkling and sweet. ...
Yet wanted a wife.
To share all his ups and his downs.
No luck in the city
he went into the town,
and left only ever wearing a frown.
He searched to the north
and then to the south.
Leaving him, sadly, down in the mouth.
“Poor me” said the man,
“Life can’t be this lonely,
all I want is a woman before I end pronely.”
This time I’ll turn right
instead of the left
I’ll see a fair beauty anon and with heft.
Fair maiden! An angel.
Sparkling and sweet. ...
#funny
762 reads
35 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jan 2021 6:37am
5th Jan 2021 6:37am
El Greco!
Was not the name of this diner.
I don’t recall its name anymore.
It was torn down over twenty years ago.
Strangely-
given its prime real estate locale,
nothing has been built in its place.
What’s left are open space memories by those of us who frequented it in its hey day.
I remember its dark faux paneled walls. The fake Corinthian leather seats that made your thighs sweat in summer. Chipped linoleum table tops always sticky from who knows what.
If the cigarette smell didn’t offend you, the sour smell of drunken...
I don’t recall its name anymore.
It was torn down over twenty years ago.
Strangely-
given its prime real estate locale,
nothing has been built in its place.
What’s left are open space memories by those of us who frequented it in its hey day.
I remember its dark faux paneled walls. The fake Corinthian leather seats that made your thighs sweat in summer. Chipped linoleum table tops always sticky from who knows what.
If the cigarette smell didn’t offend you, the sour smell of drunken...
#friendship
#memories
984 reads
38 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2020 3:39am
2nd Dec 2020 3:39am
Senryu Menu II
(K)
Why do we fear things?
In the end it comes around
to what it will be.
(L)
If you had been at
liberty to speak, would you
have said you love me?
(M)
I see a future
devoid of pain and sorrow
T’would I live that long.
(N1)
I’m afraid you’ve seen
me through such dirty lenses.
A shadow of dust-
***
(N2)
I am to the world.
Merely swept into the bin
and lost forever.
(O)
Praying and hoping,
my wish, at last was granted. ...
Why do we fear things?
In the end it comes around
to what it will be.
(L)
If you had been at
liberty to speak, would you
have said you love me?
(M)
I see a future
devoid of pain and sorrow
T’would I live that long.
(N1)
I’m afraid you’ve seen
me through such dirty lenses.
A shadow of dust-
***
(N2)
I am to the world.
Merely swept into the bin
and lost forever.
(O)
Praying and hoping,
my wish, at last was granted. ...
#WritingPoetry
#senryu
689 reads
44 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Nov 2020 7:50am
18th Nov 2020 7:50am
Dear Diary,
I’m a grown woman with the mental age of a twelve year old tween.
I’ve started reading and writing poetry. Dont ask. I don’t know why? Kind of wish I was better at it. There are a shit ton of people on here who know what they’re doing. I’m not one of them.
I ate my weight in cookies today because I was mad. Super mature decision. I’m sure I’ll throw them up later.
I’m working over time to present the world a nice version of me. Epic. Fail. I want a drink and I wish I smoked. But that’s dumb I’d just end up with a headache and stinky breath....
I’ve started reading and writing poetry. Dont ask. I don’t know why? Kind of wish I was better at it. There are a shit ton of people on here who know what they’re doing. I’m not one of them.
I ate my weight in cookies today because I was mad. Super mature decision. I’m sure I’ll throw them up later.
I’m working over time to present the world a nice version of me. Epic. Fail. I want a drink and I wish I smoked. But that’s dumb I’d just end up with a headache and stinky breath....
#confessional
#honesty
#bittersweet
1019 reads
49 Comments
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