Submissions by Lizziewolf (Elizabeth Aldam)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
There is one thing I love especially and that is to write poetry and also short stories.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Sep 2024 4:44pm
6th Sep 2024 4:44pm
The lovers of the bridge
#lover
#lust
#passion #sex
#passion #sex
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th May 2021 2:05pm
13th May 2021 2:05pm
Elements
The perennial rhythm of the waters,
the swift gliding of birds in flight,
the bright light of mid-mornings
giving days some eerie insight,
the lingering scent of love stories
pervading the nostalgia of twilight,
the lush shade of evergreen gardens,
and the mysteries of clouded nights,
the grinning Time switching roles
just to render our dreams almost real,
our small story stored in our souls
and our names branded in the winds
of cities lost in corners of our minds.
May,13,2021-
the swift gliding of birds in flight,
the bright light of mid-mornings
giving days some eerie insight,
the lingering scent of love stories
pervading the nostalgia of twilight,
the lush shade of evergreen gardens,
and the mysteries of clouded nights,
the grinning Time switching roles
just to render our dreams almost real,
our small story stored in our souls
and our names branded in the winds
of cities lost in corners of our minds.
May,13,2021-
#romantic
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2021 5:22pm
3rd May 2021 5:22pm
Schizophrenia
Just lost in nuances
in busy corners of the mind
and tricks of elusive memory,
feeling feeble fragments
of some hidden reality,
lost in a thick dark fog,
in an already crumbling world,
holding onto some figments
of a menacing dimension,
falling into a spiralling vortex
caved into the shifting sands
of the trembling Psyche.
in busy corners of the mind
and tricks of elusive memory,
feeling feeble fragments
of some hidden reality,
lost in a thick dark fog,
in an already crumbling world,
holding onto some figments
of a menacing dimension,
falling into a spiralling vortex
caved into the shifting sands
of the trembling Psyche.
#MentalHealth
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2019 11:48pm
8th Sep 2019 11:48pm
Just questions...
What is the sound
of a heart breaking?
What is the sound
of tears flowing?
What is the sound
of time passing?
What is the sound
of memories ebbing?
The answer is silence
masking echoes,
silence hidden
in the dark waters
of our beloved river.
of a heart breaking?
What is the sound
of tears flowing?
What is the sound
of time passing?
What is the sound
of memories ebbing?
The answer is silence
masking echoes,
silence hidden
in the dark waters
of our beloved river.
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2019 00:58am
14th Aug 2019 00:58am
The never was love story.
The story that never was,
the kisses never given,
the climaxes envisioned
and lost in hot dreams.
The story that never was,
the times we escaped
from the shackles placed
on our too fragile lives.
The story that never was,
the one that left us reeling,
the one that kept us apart,
the one that set us on lust,
the story that showed us
what could have been.
You and I.
You and I met
to show each other
You and I met
to destroy in each other
what was not needed.
You and I met
to...
the kisses never given,
the climaxes envisioned
and lost in hot dreams.
The story that never was,
the times we escaped
from the shackles placed
on our too fragile lives.
The story that never was,
the one that left us reeling,
the one that kept us apart,
the one that set us on lust,
the story that showed us
what could have been.
You and I.
You and I met
to show each other
You and I met
to destroy in each other
what was not needed.
You and I met
to...
#love
#heartbroken
#emotional
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2019 6:42pm
17th May 2019 6:42pm
To Josephine with love.
To the girl in Martinique,
growing under a hot sun,
to the young lady in Paris,
ready to marry a nobleman,
to the wife of Beauharnais,
such a handsome count,
to the mother of his children
fighting for their lives,
to the prisoner of the Terror,
awaiting sadly her final day,
to her freedom in Thermidor
and her loves in between,
to the widow in Paris saloons,
to the dancer dressed in veils
to the seducer of Napoleon
to the Empress of the French,
to the lady of Malmaison
and her gardens full of roses,
love,...
growing under a hot sun,
to the young lady in Paris,
ready to marry a nobleman,
to the wife of Beauharnais,
such a handsome count,
to the mother of his children
fighting for their lives,
to the prisoner of the Terror,
awaiting sadly her final day,
to her freedom in Thermidor
and her loves in between,
to the widow in Paris saloons,
to the dancer dressed in veils
to the seducer of Napoleon
to the Empress of the French,
to the lady of Malmaison
and her gardens full of roses,
love,...
#strength
#courage
#inspirational
#admiration
#respect
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th May 2019 6:34pm
11th May 2019 6:34pm
"You and I"
Just lost in dreams
of exciting nature,
given to fevers
of exquisite passion,
lost in endless desire,
pursuing relentlessly
never-ending pleasure,
you and I travel together,
exploring the seas of lust,
stopping at ports of love,
just to sail away in search
of spiraling climaxes
racking our frenzied bodies
and branding our souls.
of exciting nature,
given to fevers
of exquisite passion,
lost in endless desire,
pursuing relentlessly
never-ending pleasure,
you and I travel together,
exploring the seas of lust,
stopping at ports of love,
just to sail away in search
of spiraling climaxes
racking our frenzied bodies
and branding our souls.
#lust
#passion
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