Submissions by Lilliputian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Snippets of me.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 11:19pm
Yesterday 11:19pm
Your Good Girl
You want to keep me in your pocket,
Away from the sun’s rays,
And the dark shadows.
You want to keep me in a locker
With no holes in the walls,
Where I’m hidden and unseen,
A possession with reins
To control as you wish.
You want to silence my voice,
You want me to live your way,
You want me to be your good girl.
But what about what I want?
Do I have a say in my life?
Away from the sun’s rays,
And the dark shadows.
You want to keep me in a locker
With no holes in the walls,
Where I’m hidden and unseen,
A possession with reins
To control as you wish.
You want to silence my voice,
You want me to live your way,
You want me to be your good girl.
But what about what I want?
Do I have a say in my life?
#oppression
#weakness
25 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 10:22pm
18th Feb 2025 10:22pm
Unwritten On
I watched the rain
dropping down on leaves,
cleansed from dirt,
coated with sheer varnish,
and I wished my sorrows
could be as easily washed away.
I held soap in my hands,
and wondered how many
scrubs I still need
to feel unwritten on,
without the stains of memories.
So I went for walks whenever it rained,
to purge my body and soul,
and laved over and over
to undo what had been done.
dropping down on leaves,
cleansed from dirt,
coated with sheer varnish,
and I wished my sorrows
could be as easily washed away.
I held soap in my hands,
and wondered how many
scrubs I still need
to feel unwritten on,
without the stains of memories.
So I went for walks whenever it rained,
to purge my body and soul,
and laved over and over
to undo what had been done.
#despair
#hurt
#sadness
46 reads
DARK POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 8:33pm
18th Feb 2025 8:33pm
After My Death
When my soul drifts away
to the hands of the holder,
and I am nothing
but a mere memory, lingering lightly.
The things I missed in life
will be too far to see,
and will no longer hold any worth
after my death.
My corpse will become a feast
for maggots to feed on,
and for regretful necrosol to swallow,
within a sorrowful grave steeped in remorse.
to the hands of the holder,
and I am nothing
but a mere memory, lingering lightly.
The things I missed in life
will be too far to see,
and will no longer hold any worth
after my death.
My corpse will become a feast
for maggots to feed on,
and for regretful necrosol to swallow,
within a sorrowful grave steeped in remorse.
#death
#regret
45 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2025 9:11pm
17th Feb 2025 9:11pm
Morning Promise
The trees danced to the wind,
waving hello, as the earthy
fragrance of dew sneaked in.
All, enwrapping me in a hug,
while whispering of life
and a morning promise
of a better day.
waving hello, as the earthy
fragrance of dew sneaked in.
All, enwrapping me in a hug,
while whispering of life
and a morning promise
of a better day.
#morning
#nature
#hope
43 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Feb 2025 8:26pm
15th Feb 2025 8:26pm
My Reason
The sand felt warm under my feet
as I walked closer to the sea,
the waves ebbing and flowing,
an invitation to approach.
The first contact with water
was like a kiss from nature,
bringing life back into me,
to mend something it didn’t break.
The depths of blue reached my waist,
slowly engulfing me, inch by inch,
with fingers curling around my neck,
trying to squeeze life out of me instead.
So I let it wreathe around my body,
hoping to drown in its embrace,
to dilute the twisting ache,
to dull the...
as I walked closer to the sea,
the waves ebbing and flowing,
an invitation to approach.
The first contact with water
was like a kiss from nature,
bringing life back into me,
to mend something it didn’t break.
The depths of blue reached my waist,
slowly engulfing me, inch by inch,
with fingers curling around my neck,
trying to squeeze life out of me instead.
So I let it wreathe around my body,
hoping to drown in its embrace,
to dilute the twisting ache,
to dull the...
#suicide
#hope
57 reads
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2025 8:09pm
11th Feb 2025 8:09pm
My Last
For the first time,
I want to capture the sight
of a snowflake
drifting down to rest on my shoulder.
I want to walk under canopies
of cherry blossoms,
with fallen pink petals.
I want to lie down
in a vast field of tulips,
listening to nature’s songs.
I want to gaze at the sky,
unveiling its wonders,
next to the turquoise lake.
I want to watch the world
from the highest peak,
as life goes on.
Yet again,
all I want is to sigh
my last breath.
I want to capture the sight
of a snowflake
drifting down to rest on my shoulder.
I want to walk under canopies
of cherry blossoms,
with fallen pink petals.
I want to lie down
in a vast field of tulips,
listening to nature’s songs.
I want to gaze at the sky,
unveiling its wonders,
next to the turquoise lake.
I want to watch the world
from the highest peak,
as life goes on.
Yet again,
all I want is to sigh
my last breath.
#bittersweet
67 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2025 7:19pm
9th Feb 2025 7:19pm
Drift Bottle
I’ve been holding onto
your fading beams,
like the setting sun,
for too long.
Perhaps it’s time for me
to let you go
in a drift bottle.
With the waves setting you free,
and your memory,
forever treasured with me.
your fading beams,
like the setting sun,
for too long.
Perhaps it’s time for me
to let you go
in a drift bottle.
With the waves setting you free,
and your memory,
forever treasured with me.
#bittersweet
#memories
#MovingOn
120 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2025 4:58pm
9th Feb 2025 4:58pm
Ballerina in a Box
Tunes filled the room
Sailing through the air
In harmony with my every spin
My mind drifted with the clouds
Magenta glow shone upon my skin
As I hummed in ecstasy
Chasing the shadows away
Becoming one with music
Like a porcelain ballerina in a box
Sailing through the air
In harmony with my every spin
My mind drifted with the clouds
Magenta glow shone upon my skin
As I hummed in ecstasy
Chasing the shadows away
Becoming one with music
Like a porcelain ballerina in a box
#emotions
#freedom
#music
75 reads
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2025 7:41pm
8th Feb 2025 7:41pm
Beautiful
Beautiful,” I whispered
to the reflection gazing back at me
in the mirror, and her eyes gleamed—
radiant, as tears flowed down,
touched by the pure sincerity she felt
from my words for the first time,
when I whispered, “beautiful.”
to the reflection gazing back at me
in the mirror, and her eyes gleamed—
radiant, as tears flowed down,
touched by the pure sincerity she felt
from my words for the first time,
when I whispered, “beautiful.”
#beauty
#SelfDiscovery
92 reads
DARK POEM
Published
5th Feb 2025 5:49pm
5th Feb 2025 5:49pm
Shroud Me
This blinking corpse of mine
Shrouded in skin with a pulse
And sable trails of tears
Painting my pallid cheeks
This body I own
Has a mind of its own
One I can no longer control
Nor save from the hands of destruction
So I watch my life unfold
As if it’s not a part of me anymore
Choices were made out of weakness
When I collapsed on my bed of oblivion
Time didn’t stop when I was twelve
Yet the clock has been broken ever since
My ankles moored to yesterday
A scar that never seemed to heal ...
Shrouded in skin with a pulse
And sable trails of tears
Painting my pallid cheeks
This body I own
Has a mind of its own
One I can no longer control
Nor save from the hands of destruction
So I watch my life unfold
As if it’s not a part of me anymore
Choices were made out of weakness
When I collapsed on my bed of oblivion
Time didn’t stop when I was twelve
Yet the clock has been broken ever since
My ankles moored to yesterday
A scar that never seemed to heal ...
#SelfReflection
93 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2025 7:31pm
3rd Feb 2025 7:31pm
Game of Silence
Quiet morning breakfasts,
I swallow my tongue and bite down on debris,
each breath heavy with unspoken words.
We mastered this game of silence,
always winning, never daring to lose.
It's getting dull with the everyday quiet meals.
I swallow my tongue and bite down on debris,
each breath heavy with unspoken words.
We mastered this game of silence,
always winning, never daring to lose.
It's getting dull with the everyday quiet meals.
#silence
70 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Feb 2025 9:24pm
1st Feb 2025 9:24pm
Holding My Breath
As sweet as chocolate, your words tasted
Like a silken drape coating my tongue in luster
And as swiftly as sand in water, my heart immersed
Sinking deep with the riveting flow, wrapped up in a flicker
When everything ceased, leaving only a lingering scent
My hands kept grasping at a waft of what you left
Counting down seconds, yearning for the next
Holding my breath until your warmth was felt
Like a silken drape coating my tongue in luster
And as swiftly as sand in water, my heart immersed
Sinking deep with the riveting flow, wrapped up in a flicker
When everything ceased, leaving only a lingering scent
My hands kept grasping at a waft of what you left
Counting down seconds, yearning for the next
Holding my breath until your warmth was felt
#emotions
#memories
#obsession
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