Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I look forward to reading all about you.
SELF POEM
Published
15th Nov 2020 5:10am
15th Nov 2020 5:10am
Ballerina
Your strength
created by
endless hours
of class
at the barre.
Cruel,
intense,
exacting
to exhibit
delicately
exquisite
technique.
Dizzying
Fouetté,
Piqué
chaîné turns.
Precision
Échappé,
Développé,
Jeté‘s
rehearsed
long past
what the
human body
can tolerably
endure.
Breathless
in beauty
as you hold
arabesque en pointe
defying
gravity.
Orchestra
left,
center
and right ...
created by
endless hours
of class
at the barre.
Cruel,
intense,
exacting
to exhibit
delicately
exquisite
technique.
Dizzying
Fouetté,
Piqué
chaîné turns.
Precision
Échappé,
Développé,
Jeté‘s
rehearsed
long past
what the
human body
can tolerably
endure.
Breathless
in beauty
as you hold
arabesque en pointe
defying
gravity.
Orchestra
left,
center
and right ...
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor
1089 reads
37 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2020 5:53am
1st Oct 2020 5:53am
Senryu Menu
(A)
Upon reflection
Sadly, it occurs to me
I am no one’s muse.
(B)
It didn’t hurt a bit.
A shot that made people nice.
The prick that cured mean.
(C)
What’s this all about?
I don’t know, can’t you tell me?
Oh god, we’re both lost.
(D)
I need someone who
Will see life as I see it.
Not through a bottle.
(E)
Don’t just read the first
thing you see. Please dig deeper.
I’M in there somewhere.
(F)
Insignificant.
Your comments did make me feel.
I'll...
Upon reflection
Sadly, it occurs to me
I am no one’s muse.
(B)
It didn’t hurt a bit.
A shot that made people nice.
The prick that cured mean.
(C)
What’s this all about?
I don’t know, can’t you tell me?
Oh god, we’re both lost.
(D)
I need someone who
Will see life as I see it.
Not through a bottle.
(E)
Don’t just read the first
thing you see. Please dig deeper.
I’M in there somewhere.
(F)
Insignificant.
Your comments did make me feel.
I'll...
#WritingPoetry
#senryu
1010 reads
48 Comments
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...
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...
#AliceFulton
811 reads
41 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
777 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
740 reads
29 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
731 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
1042 reads
40 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2020 9:35pm
2nd Feb 2020 9:35pm
Collateral Damage
Enough will be enough.
Every minute an eternity in agony.
Sadness, no longer the mainstay.
Fury!
Dreams of vows fulfilled, never more.
An act once acted upon is synonym to a lie. Retraction no longer an option.
Is there a point to baring one’s soul?
Will shattered pieces of pledged love, only unto thee, be reparable?
Drunken slurs of disappointment turn to need.
To not be a duo feels crueler.
Nothing will be enough. Constant injuries birth selfish wantonness.
...
Every minute an eternity in agony.
Sadness, no longer the mainstay.
Fury!
Dreams of vows fulfilled, never more.
An act once acted upon is synonym to a lie. Retraction no longer an option.
Is there a point to baring one’s soul?
Will shattered pieces of pledged love, only unto thee, be reparable?
Drunken slurs of disappointment turn to need.
To not be a duo feels crueler.
Nothing will be enough. Constant injuries birth selfish wantonness.
...
#betrayal
#illness
1197 reads
38 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Sep 2019 9:47pm
16th Sep 2019 9:47pm
Inconvenient Truth
#sadness
#regret
#emptiness
1062 reads
37 Comments
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