Submissions by Koulouri
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just like writing.
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2024 8:29pm
13th Oct 2024 8:29pm
Your Name
I say your name in my mind
like it is a secret.
Tasting it slowly,
feeling its curves inside my mouth.
I want to ask you
if you like it
as much as I do.
I want to know if you hear
the desire
behind each letter
as I spell it out loud.
I will hold onto your name,
for many years to come.
Its syllables
forever encapsulated
in my ear drums.
like it is a secret.
Tasting it slowly,
feeling its curves inside my mouth.
I want to ask you
if you like it
as much as I do.
I want to know if you hear
the desire
behind each letter
as I spell it out loud.
I will hold onto your name,
for many years to come.
Its syllables
forever encapsulated
in my ear drums.
#crush
#FallingInLove
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2024 8:15pm
13th Oct 2024 8:15pm
where am i
there is a faint question,
blowing in the cool air
from my button controlled fan.
and it asks,
"Where am I?"
the world has become something where I never leave my room, and I lay or sit all day everyday.
because what would be the point of doing anything?
I am miserable in my comfort.
with fear paralyzing me, I stay miserable because this is all I have known.
"Old dogs can't learn new tricks."
so I will stay in this comfort, with a smile on my face
and eyes of glass.
blowing in the cool air
from my button controlled fan.
and it asks,
"Where am I?"
the world has become something where I never leave my room, and I lay or sit all day everyday.
because what would be the point of doing anything?
I am miserable in my comfort.
with fear paralyzing me, I stay miserable because this is all I have known.
"Old dogs can't learn new tricks."
so I will stay in this comfort, with a smile on my face
and eyes of glass.
#boredom
#depression
#sadness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2024 4:56pm
7th Oct 2024 4:56pm
The Lines We Cross
There is a line in the sand that states:
"This is how the world works."
And it is a fine line.
No one can touch it.
The sand is crowded,
with people as far as the eye can see.
All remaining firmly behind the line.
Some even avert their gaze,
as if even looking,
could cause great pain.
Yet sometimes,
in the quiet of night,
there is laughter in the air.
It laughs at the absurdity,
that words in the sand,
control us.
And there is a heavy mist in the air,...
"This is how the world works."
And it is a fine line.
No one can touch it.
The sand is crowded,
with people as far as the eye can see.
All remaining firmly behind the line.
Some even avert their gaze,
as if even looking,
could cause great pain.
Yet sometimes,
in the quiet of night,
there is laughter in the air.
It laughs at the absurdity,
that words in the sand,
control us.
And there is a heavy mist in the air,...
#humankind
#inspirational
#LifeStruggles
#support
#wisdom
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2024 5:52am
1st Oct 2024 5:52am
Little Doe
Oh, little doe,
I see how you struggle.
So refective of my own.
I wish I could do more.
I wish I could protect you.
I want to save you.
Oh, little doe,
beware of sharp teeth
as the bite of a wolf is unforgiving.
I do my best to warn you,
but it's from sharp teeth
the warnings come.
Oh, little doe,
I hope you do not suffer
this same fate of mine.
I do my best,
but sometimes my jaw aches,
to close on soft limbs.
Oh, little doe,
you are as kind as you are soft. ...
I see how you struggle.
So refective of my own.
I wish I could do more.
I wish I could protect you.
I want to save you.
Oh, little doe,
beware of sharp teeth
as the bite of a wolf is unforgiving.
I do my best to warn you,
but it's from sharp teeth
the warnings come.
Oh, little doe,
I hope you do not suffer
this same fate of mine.
I do my best,
but sometimes my jaw aches,
to close on soft limbs.
Oh, little doe,
you are as kind as you are soft. ...
#brother
#bullying
#family
#hurt
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Sep 2024 11:42pm
29th Sep 2024 11:42pm
Teach Me How to Love
I was raised with love being
a sharp knife
and hurtful words.
Sometimes I still
feel the desire
to cause pain
under the guise of love.
But with you
I want to be gentle.
I want to hold you.
I don't know
what love is
but I know
I don't want to hurt you.
Maybe we can
make a new name
for this feeling I have.
I'd like to make that with you.
a sharp knife
and hurtful words.
Sometimes I still
feel the desire
to cause pain
under the guise of love.
But with you
I want to be gentle.
I want to hold you.
I don't know
what love is
but I know
I don't want to hurt you.
Maybe we can
make a new name
for this feeling I have.
I'd like to make that with you.
#abuse
#childhood
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Sep 2024 4:13am
27th Sep 2024 4:13am
I want you to want me, but I''ll love you regardless
I crave the idea of holding you tight in my arms,
and you holding me tight in yours.
The simplicity of a domestic life,
where happiness appears in chores.
I want to see a life where you are with me,
in my space as much as you are in my head.
Some place where you choose to be close,
where you'll choose to sleep in my bed.
I look at you and feel lighter,
my anxieties alleviated for the moment.
The air in my lungs sings a song,
and I think I can finally belong.
I don't think you see me the same,
but the desire...
and you holding me tight in yours.
The simplicity of a domestic life,
where happiness appears in chores.
I want to see a life where you are with me,
in my space as much as you are in my head.
Some place where you choose to be close,
where you'll choose to sleep in my bed.
I look at you and feel lighter,
my anxieties alleviated for the moment.
The air in my lungs sings a song,
and I think I can finally belong.
I don't think you see me the same,
but the desire...
#crush
#FallingInLove
#love #sadness
#love #sadness
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Sep 2024 4:03am
27th Sep 2024 4:03am
See me please
I hope one day I can
open myself up
and you can see the pieces
See how they reflect in your palms
I hope one day to
show you every inch
of my mind
and you can hold it gently
I hope one day
you will want to
see me deeper
and stay there
open myself up
and you can see the pieces
See how they reflect in your palms
I hope one day to
show you every inch
of my mind
and you can hold it gently
I hope one day
you will want to
see me deeper
and stay there
#FallingInLove
#fear
#hope
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2024 3:28pm
12th Sep 2024 3:28pm
Please leave your name, number, and reason for calling, and I'll return your call promptly.
Mangled and torn,
I still ask for you.
It's your name,
that stumbled past my teeth.
It's you,
who will not come.
Yet I call,
and will continue to.
The sirens are loud,
and sound like your voice that night.
With bright lights above,
I feel empty and cold.
The continued silence
of my phone fills the air.
Hope grows weary,
and my cheeks are dried.
I see your hands,
reaching for me.
But they are not yours,
for they are gloved and cold.
Your warmth is not here,
and...
I still ask for you.
It's your name,
that stumbled past my teeth.
It's you,
who will not come.
Yet I call,
and will continue to.
The sirens are loud,
and sound like your voice that night.
With bright lights above,
I feel empty and cold.
The continued silence
of my phone fills the air.
Hope grows weary,
and my cheeks are dried.
I see your hands,
reaching for me.
But they are not yours,
for they are gloved and cold.
Your warmth is not here,
and...
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness #rejection
#loneliness #rejection
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2024 7:13pm
24th Apr 2024 7:13pm
Flesh in Flesh
If I am to be consumed,
allow me to break the skin,
cook it to perfection,
and serve it on a silver platter.
For I am not worth much,
not even life,
but I so dearly desire to be handled with care.
So let me hold myself,
as I always have.
Flesh in flesh.
I can cut myself up,
into small digestible chunks.
With care filled intent,
raising me up to your lips,
on a shiny silver fork.
If I am to be consumed,
then I do not wish for you to choke,
only to savor me lengthily, ...
allow me to break the skin,
cook it to perfection,
and serve it on a silver platter.
For I am not worth much,
not even life,
but I so dearly desire to be handled with care.
So let me hold myself,
as I always have.
Flesh in flesh.
I can cut myself up,
into small digestible chunks.
With care filled intent,
raising me up to your lips,
on a shiny silver fork.
If I am to be consumed,
then I do not wish for you to choke,
only to savor me lengthily, ...
#confessional
#identity
#SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2024 5:12pm
24th Apr 2024 5:12pm
I will be responsible for my actions.
My feet track through the sand.
It is evening, the sun not quite gone, but past sunset.
The beach is long, the sand is cold.
Keeping a steady pace,
a presence seems to join me.
I can feel it staring.
As my eyes begin to release a steady stream,
I hear it speak:
"Why are you crying?"
My steps falter, then continue,
a little slower and stiffer than before.
My hands are cold.
It continues "I do not hold any resentment."
The words feel honest,
like an attempt to soothe. ...
It is evening, the sun not quite gone, but past sunset.
The beach is long, the sand is cold.
Keeping a steady pace,
a presence seems to join me.
I can feel it staring.
As my eyes begin to release a steady stream,
I hear it speak:
"Why are you crying?"
My steps falter, then continue,
a little slower and stiffer than before.
My hands are cold.
It continues "I do not hold any resentment."
The words feel honest,
like an attempt to soothe. ...
#death
#God
#regret #responsibility
#regret #responsibility
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2024 7:42am
19th Apr 2024 7:42am
My skin between your fingers
Please, touch me gently.
If it is my destiny to be touched,
I pray for it to be done with kindness.
For my skin is not very strong,
and so it is littered with scars.
If I am to be touched,
I pray it is soft and gentle.
If it is my destiny to be touched,
I pray for it to be done with kindness.
For my skin is not very strong,
and so it is littered with scars.
If I am to be touched,
I pray it is soft and gentle.
#abuse
#fear
#violence
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2024 7:46pm
15th Apr 2024 7:46pm
Experience me for I have become
I was drawn in by the way the words seemed to dance around a page.
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as...
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as...
#WritingPoetry
#learning
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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