Submissions by Koulouri
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just like writing.
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2025 5:30am
18th Jan 2025 5:30am
Folded Clothes
I picture such a vivid future for us,
my dear.
A place of my own,
made into our own.
I can see a whole life,
laid out on my bed.
It is neat and folded,
like the outfit I plan to wear tomorrow.
I want to take you with me.
I want to learn you.
I want to lay with you.
I want to share my life with you.
It scares me,
something so perfect.
Because nothing perfect,
ever lasts.
I want this to last.
I need it too.
I am not so strong.
I don't think I could try again.
The...
my dear.
A place of my own,
made into our own.
I can see a whole life,
laid out on my bed.
It is neat and folded,
like the outfit I plan to wear tomorrow.
I want to take you with me.
I want to learn you.
I want to lay with you.
I want to share my life with you.
It scares me,
something so perfect.
Because nothing perfect,
ever lasts.
I want this to last.
I need it too.
I am not so strong.
I don't think I could try again.
The...
#FallingInLove
#love
#lover
#relationships
#romantic
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2025 2:46am
15th Jan 2025 2:46am
Perfection
I say I will not let this world change me,
yet it does anyway.
I claim that I will not water myself down,
yet I am buying new clothes.
I tell people to be themselves,
yet I am too much.
How can I be so hypocritical?
When did I become the worst person on earth?
Someone so horrible that they have to change
everything about themself.
I praise larger bodies,
wondering how they manage to be so comfortable.
I stare at the ground in the bathroom,
not daring to risk a glance at myself.
I see what...
yet it does anyway.
I claim that I will not water myself down,
yet I am buying new clothes.
I tell people to be themselves,
yet I am too much.
How can I be so hypocritical?
When did I become the worst person on earth?
Someone so horrible that they have to change
everything about themself.
I praise larger bodies,
wondering how they manage to be so comfortable.
I stare at the ground in the bathroom,
not daring to risk a glance at myself.
I see what...
#depression
#loneliness
#sadness
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jan 2025 3:38am
4th Jan 2025 3:38am
You Scare Me.
You are the scariest thing
in the world to me.
Not because you, yourself, are scary.
But because I am utterly terrified
at the thought of losing you.
I try to comfort myself with the thought
that if you are gone one day,
that I will be fine.
I'll pick up my feet
and I will keep walking along.
Yet every day,
I think it'd hurt a bit more
to lose you.
I get scared sometimes
that I'll do or say the wrong thing.
Cause the last thing I want to do
is hurt you.
...
in the world to me.
Not because you, yourself, are scary.
But because I am utterly terrified
at the thought of losing you.
I try to comfort myself with the thought
that if you are gone one day,
that I will be fine.
I'll pick up my feet
and I will keep walking along.
Yet every day,
I think it'd hurt a bit more
to lose you.
I get scared sometimes
that I'll do or say the wrong thing.
Cause the last thing I want to do
is hurt you.
...
#anxiety
#fear
#loneliness
#love
#lover
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jan 2025 3:25am
4th Jan 2025 3:25am
Silly Cube
I bought a new stress ball,
my therapist recommended it.
I like how firm it is.
How the edges
of the soft cube
press into my palm.
You thought it was cool.
I remember how your eyes lit up.
I let you borrow it for a while,
just a little while.
Maybe an hour
or two.
And you returned it,
just like you said you would.
But it's different now.
Your hands are bigger than mine.
Your grip like steel,
as it was forged in the fierce battle of life.
My hands are not like yours. ...
my therapist recommended it.
I like how firm it is.
How the edges
of the soft cube
press into my palm.
You thought it was cool.
I remember how your eyes lit up.
I let you borrow it for a while,
just a little while.
Maybe an hour
or two.
And you returned it,
just like you said you would.
But it's different now.
Your hands are bigger than mine.
Your grip like steel,
as it was forged in the fierce battle of life.
My hands are not like yours. ...
#abuse
#childhood
#friendship #LifeChangingMoment
#friendship #LifeChangingMoment
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Dec 2024 8:29pm
10th Dec 2024 8:29pm
Never Enough Dough
My life feels like
when you have
rolled out the dough
into a thin mat
then as you cut
each small cookie
there isn't enough dough
to fill the last one
but you can't just waste
some fresh dough
so you throw it
in the oven anyway.
And it bakes
into a solid cookie
that cannot be
changed
except maybe with
frosting
you could try and
cover it up
but a corner will
always
be
missing.
when you have
rolled out the dough
into a thin mat
then as you cut
each small cookie
there isn't enough dough
to fill the last one
but you can't just waste
some fresh dough
so you throw it
in the oven anyway.
And it bakes
into a solid cookie
that cannot be
changed
except maybe with
frosting
you could try and
cover it up
but a corner will
always
be
missing.
#confessional
#FeelingLost
#identity #SelfReflection
#identity #SelfReflection
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Dec 2024 5:16am
10th Dec 2024 5:16am
Fruit Puzzles
I try to picture you in my life,
sometimes it is hard.
It often feels like
you complete the impossible
puzzle that I have
broken my back hunching over.
Then sometimes
I worry you might
be holding some pieces
behind your back.
The thought scares me.
I desperately need
my life to fall together
like a nice fruit bowl
at the...
sometimes it is hard.
It often feels like
you complete the impossible
puzzle that I have
broken my back hunching over.
Then sometimes
I worry you might
be holding some pieces
behind your back.
The thought scares me.
I desperately need
my life to fall together
like a nice fruit bowl
at the...
#dating
#LookingForLove
#love #lover
#love #lover
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Dec 2024 11:53pm
9th Dec 2024 11:53pm
love letters
I write love letters in the snow
with the hope that you will see them
and know they are from me.
I organize the leaves into heart-shaped patterns
outside your door,
hoping the wind will have mercy.
I hide the best bag of chips
in the back of the row
because I know you look there first.
I play the games you like for hours,
just to give you all my coins
when you rant about not having enough.
with the hope that you will see them
and know they are from me.
I organize the leaves into heart-shaped patterns
outside your door,
hoping the wind will have mercy.
I hide the best bag of chips
in the back of the row
because I know you look there first.
I play the games you like for hours,
just to give you all my coins
when you rant about not having enough.
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 10:56pm
5th Dec 2024 10:56pm
You are taller than I remember
We both grew up,
and I do not recognize you.
You do not recognize me
either.
I wonder if you
remember us
like I
do.
I see us,
at the kitchen table,
the clock ticking
a reminder of sleep.
We talked about
shared secrets,
favorite colors,
and how to be better.
It was a long time ago.
We were so small.
My room was green.
Yours was blue.
That table is gone now.
The house too.
Nothing made it out of there intact.
Not even us.
But I still...
and I do not recognize you.
You do not recognize me
either.
I wonder if you
remember us
like I
do.
I see us,
at the kitchen table,
the clock ticking
a reminder of sleep.
We talked about
shared secrets,
favorite colors,
and how to be better.
It was a long time ago.
We were so small.
My room was green.
Yours was blue.
That table is gone now.
The house too.
Nothing made it out of there intact.
Not even us.
But I still...
#aging
#brother
#childhood
#family
#sister
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 3:13pm
5th Dec 2024 3:13pm
From My Fingers to My Toes
We are puzzle pieces of
everyone we have ever
been around.
It is both sad and beautiful.
A silly phrase that slips from my lips
almost like I had to say it
makes me reminisce
about where it came from.
Even if we don't talk anymore,
even if we never will again,
your habits still haunt me.
They play through my fingertips
to my shoulders
and spine
down to my toes.
Reenacting you,
like a play I have seen
so many times that
I've learned every word.
although you are not...
everyone we have ever
been around.
It is both sad and beautiful.
A silly phrase that slips from my lips
almost like I had to say it
makes me reminisce
about where it came from.
Even if we don't talk anymore,
even if we never will again,
your habits still haunt me.
They play through my fingertips
to my shoulders
and spine
down to my toes.
Reenacting you,
like a play I have seen
so many times that
I've learned every word.
although you are not...
#friendship
#grief
#love #memories
#love #memories
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 2:53pm
5th Dec 2024 2:53pm
A bite of Heaven
Creamy and
warm
enveloped by
softness
A delicate meal,
often blanketed with sauce.
a slightly sticky
dough shell
hiding away
rich secrets
Sometimes round,
sometimes square.
impatiently waiting
for them to rise
in the boiling water
with fingers pressed
into the warm stovetop
warm
enveloped by
softness
A delicate meal,
often blanketed with sauce.
a slightly sticky
dough shell
hiding away
rich secrets
Sometimes round,
sometimes square.
impatiently waiting
for them to rise
in the boiling water
with fingers pressed
into the warm stovetop
#food
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2024 4:19am
3rd Dec 2024 4:19am
Half full, half empty
My car rolls up
On a snow slick driveway.
The curtains are drawn,
And the wind is deadly.
Music blasts from my speakers,
And I turn them up louder.
My hand shifts the car into park,
And flicks the headlights off.
And yet my feet are frozen.
The cold bites through my socks,
And pricks my fingertips.
I pull the key out of the ignition,
And sit as my music plays.
I know the song will end abruptly,
Somewhere in the middle.
I wait.
The song stops.
And now I am...
On a snow slick driveway.
The curtains are drawn,
And the wind is deadly.
Music blasts from my speakers,
And I turn them up louder.
My hand shifts the car into park,
And flicks the headlights off.
And yet my feet are frozen.
The cold bites through my socks,
And pricks my fingertips.
I pull the key out of the ignition,
And sit as my music plays.
I know the song will end abruptly,
Somewhere in the middle.
I wait.
The song stops.
And now I am...
#MovingOn
#night
#snow
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2024 2:20am
3rd Dec 2024 2:20am
Don't Stop Moving
One shot,
fired loud into the thick air.
The night is dense,
the fog amidst a battleground.
It is quiet,
and so loud.
A spirit escapes,
into the nearby bushes.
Lights flash,
and tires squeal,
tearing through the silence.
The skin growing colder.
The scene is crowded,
but just for a moment.
Cars continue driving past.
Gasoline leaks onto the ground.
Note pads get filled,
and tape decorates the pump.
A hose clears the asphalt,
of the reddened fuel.
Once more, ...
fired loud into the thick air.
The night is dense,
the fog amidst a battleground.
It is quiet,
and so loud.
A spirit escapes,
into the nearby bushes.
Lights flash,
and tires squeal,
tearing through the silence.
The skin growing colder.
The scene is crowded,
but just for a moment.
Cars continue driving past.
Gasoline leaks onto the ground.
Note pads get filled,
and tape decorates the pump.
A hose clears the asphalt,
of the reddened fuel.
Once more, ...
#anger
#apathy
#dark #death
#dark #death
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