Submissions by LunaGreyhawk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction What is art, if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable? Compelled to feel?
SELF POEM
Published
Today 5:18pm
Today 5:18pm
Between the Warrior and the Witch
another trip around the sun
my yearly reckoning beckons
groaning, heavy
with unanswered questions,
swirling like distant galaxies
it’s past time to explore
did I love without conditions?
my soul shouts, yes!
but the bodies stacked
out back by the shed
of my selfishness
would speak otherwise
if they could still speak at all
my mother used to say
the heart wants what it wants
but I’m guessing she didn’t know
she’d given birth
to a black hole
did I accept love given to me? ...
my yearly reckoning beckons
groaning, heavy
with unanswered questions,
swirling like distant galaxies
it’s past time to explore
did I love without conditions?
my soul shouts, yes!
but the bodies stacked
out back by the shed
of my selfishness
would speak otherwise
if they could still speak at all
my mother used to say
the heart wants what it wants
but I’m guessing she didn’t know
she’d given birth
to a black hole
did I accept love given to me? ...
#birthday
#aging
#SelfReflection
30 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 5:08pm
27th Mar 2020 5:08pm
Come Lay in the Sky With Me
reach across this expanse
lace your fingers with mine;
I will breathe in
all of this darkness
from your frantic, labored lungs
and I will exhale sun showers
on warm spring days
into your anguished spirit
let me kiss your worried brow
with the beauty of persisting;
rest your troubled head in my clouds
and just for a moment, find serenity;
lie back and dip your fingers
in the warmth of the world
as it burns unchecked below us;
the ashes will hold for tomorrow
sip drowsily of my daydreams ...
lace your fingers with mine;
I will breathe in
all of this darkness
from your frantic, labored lungs
and I will exhale sun showers
on warm spring days
into your anguished spirit
let me kiss your worried brow
with the beauty of persisting;
rest your troubled head in my clouds
and just for a moment, find serenity;
lie back and dip your fingers
in the warmth of the world
as it burns unchecked below us;
the ashes will hold for tomorrow
sip drowsily of my daydreams ...
#love
#dreams
#healing
75 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2020 00:13am
16th Mar 2020 00:13am
The Truth of Who We Are
our capacity for compassion
has always been found
when we are collectively afraid;
the shielded flicker
of our humanity
has been hunkered down
within these shells,
long before we were asked
to follow suit inside our homes
that full-blown big love
magnanimous,
this heart-fluttering
fully alive and breathing
self-sacrificing
kind of love
begins to seep slowly
into worried conversations
in times of unrest
the secluded parts ...
has always been found
when we are collectively afraid;
the shielded flicker
of our humanity
has been hunkered down
within these shells,
long before we were asked
to follow suit inside our homes
that full-blown big love
magnanimous,
this heart-fluttering
fully alive and breathing
self-sacrificing
kind of love
begins to seep slowly
into worried conversations
in times of unrest
the secluded parts ...
#love
#humankind
#fear
79 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2020 4:27pm
12th Mar 2020 4:27pm
Bright Fervor For Battle, Fading
standing so tall just to fall
can’t say she didn’t give it her all
can’t say she did though,
either;
the irony
lungs that just ran out of air
life was never going to be fair
bright fervor for battle,
fading;
the exhaustion
praying to gods for relief
ignored for her concealed disbelief
left raw without armor,
wounded;
the forsaking
trying too hard to connect
finding space where we each intersect
the twine that tethers her,
almost;
the desiring
love’s become so...
can’t say she didn’t give it her all
can’t say she did though,
either;
the irony
lungs that just ran out of air
life was never going to be fair
bright fervor for battle,
fading;
the exhaustion
praying to gods for relief
ignored for her concealed disbelief
left raw without armor,
wounded;
the forsaking
trying too hard to connect
finding space where we each intersect
the twine that tethers her,
almost;
the desiring
love’s become so...
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
74 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Mar 2020 8:04am
9th Mar 2020 8:04am
In Dimidio
I was once a young woman
raised for the inherited purpose
of finding a young man;
born and bred
from faithful stock,
I swallowed myself whole
without chewing
to become
my mother’s daughter;
but my sensory hedonism
and wild moon howling
regularly escaped
shoddily constructed confinement;
shame and regret followed me
like a loyal pup,
committed to shadowing
my every move
youth shoved me harshly,
with eyes rolled
at my sudden irrelevance,
slamming the door ...
raised for the inherited purpose
of finding a young man;
born and bred
from faithful stock,
I swallowed myself whole
without chewing
to become
my mother’s daughter;
but my sensory hedonism
and wild moon howling
regularly escaped
shoddily constructed confinement;
shame and regret followed me
like a loyal pup,
committed to shadowing
my every move
youth shoved me harshly,
with eyes rolled
at my sudden irrelevance,
slamming the door ...
#LifeCycle
#aging
92 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2020 6:08am
7th Mar 2020 6:08am
Dishes Lying Witness in the Sink
the day you ruined me
sitting at our kitchen table
telling you about the boy
who hurt me at school,
pinching and twisting my nipple
through my shirt
...he told me I’d be cute
if I wasn’t so fat
I was alone
waiting for the bell
feeling clumsy and exposed
surrendering to the internal chaos
of rapid-fire thoughts
finding my way to the inside
as I’ve always tended to do
the colors and shapes
homemade hallucinations ...
sitting at our kitchen table
telling you about the boy
who hurt me at school,
pinching and twisting my nipple
through my shirt
...he told me I’d be cute
if I wasn’t so fat
I was alone
waiting for the bell
feeling clumsy and exposed
surrendering to the internal chaos
of rapid-fire thoughts
finding my way to the inside
as I’ve always tended to do
the colors and shapes
homemade hallucinations ...
#abuse
#PTSD
#SelfWorth
105 reads
13 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2020 8:51pm
1st Mar 2020 8:51pm
The Piano Lesson
arriving early for pick-up
a rare moment
not normally allowed;
pudgy hands
with still-dimpled knuckles
struggling to find the cadence
his instructor insists upon
eager to please, fully engaged
he cautiously begins
smoothly please, little one
she admonishes gently,
we don’t chop the keys
into fragments;
we find the connection,
feel the flow of vibration
from this note to the next
beneath our palms;
he hesitates, brows furrowed
as...
a rare moment
not normally allowed;
pudgy hands
with still-dimpled knuckles
struggling to find the cadence
his instructor insists upon
eager to please, fully engaged
he cautiously begins
smoothly please, little one
she admonishes gently,
we don’t chop the keys
into fragments;
we find the connection,
feel the flow of vibration
from this note to the next
beneath our palms;
he hesitates, brows furrowed
as...
#motherhood
#music
#learning
83 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2020 00:28am
3rd Feb 2020 00:28am
A Confinement Become of Wounds
death to attraction,
the connection
bound by tragedy
to disconnect unexpectedly,
the story is becoming
it’s own joke
dissociation by default
disinterestedly rapt -
the lover of color
with wires crossed,
working her way
out of the confinement
become of her wounds
defeat sits pretty;
her tarnished crown
woven deftly,
encrusted with the raw jewels
made of countless sighs;
it’s always this
instead of that;
there instead of here -
and isn’t that how the story
is expected to...
the connection
bound by tragedy
to disconnect unexpectedly,
the story is becoming
it’s own joke
dissociation by default
disinterestedly rapt -
the lover of color
with wires crossed,
working her way
out of the confinement
become of her wounds
defeat sits pretty;
her tarnished crown
woven deftly,
encrusted with the raw jewels
made of countless sighs;
it’s always this
instead of that;
there instead of here -
and isn’t that how the story
is expected to...
#identity
117 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2020 9:12pm
26th Jan 2020 9:12pm
The Fence
I dreamed I sat atop a fence,
watching two yards keeping score;
one spent days carefree and happy,
the other, in conflict and war
it seems most make this their purpose
choose your yard, then build a life;
but my rage is too sharp for peace,
and my love too soft for strife
watching two yards keeping score;
one spent days carefree and happy,
the other, in conflict and war
it seems most make this their purpose
choose your yard, then build a life;
but my rage is too sharp for peace,
and my love too soft for strife
#dreams
#choices
118 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jan 2020 5:19pm
25th Jan 2020 5:19pm
Unexpectedly Unfamiliar
the moon is being stubborn,
refusing to give way
to the rising sun;
she fell asleep on the couch
and it’s a long, cold walk
back to her room;
the sleek new coffee maker
grumbles a sweet good morning
as I sleepily stumble by,
its cycle, comfortably mundane;
dark and warm,
like fresh flannel sheets
and heavy down comforters
pulled tightly up to chins
while the frost creeps
along doors and windows,
searching for bare skin
to land icy kisses upon
the heavy aroma teases...
refusing to give way
to the rising sun;
she fell asleep on the couch
and it’s a long, cold walk
back to her room;
the sleek new coffee maker
grumbles a sweet good morning
as I sleepily stumble by,
its cycle, comfortably mundane;
dark and warm,
like fresh flannel sheets
and heavy down comforters
pulled tightly up to chins
while the frost creeps
along doors and windows,
searching for bare skin
to land icy kisses upon
the heavy aroma teases...
#motherhood
88 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2020 9:05pm
19th Jan 2020 9:05pm
Cloud Bound
cornflower edges fill my vision,
hint of blue water in the interim;
I’m cloud bound to the hoping
in a cloudless sky
sunshine hiding it’s face from me
here, but not really here;
chased away by icy winds,
taking warmth with it
hint of blue water in the interim;
I’m cloud bound to the hoping
in a cloudless sky
sunshine hiding it’s face from me
here, but not really here;
chased away by icy winds,
taking warmth with it
#nature
111 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2020 6:52pm
19th Jan 2020 6:52pm
Are You There?
Dear God,
it’s me;
where the hell have you been?
don’t mean to bug you -
I can see how busy you are,
watching little girls lose
their innocence
while evil prevails
~but I’m lost, treading water~
and you’re just never around;
they told me if I’d only believe
and confess with my mouth,
you’d come to me
in my time of need;
but you never did,
not once
were you there,
when the endless parade
of men without morals
standing with ego-laced humility,
gripping the edge of podiums ...
it’s me;
where the hell have you been?
don’t mean to bug you -
I can see how busy you are,
watching little girls lose
their innocence
while evil prevails
~but I’m lost, treading water~
and you’re just never around;
they told me if I’d only believe
and confess with my mouth,
you’d come to me
in my time of need;
but you never did,
not once
were you there,
when the endless parade
of men without morals
standing with ego-laced humility,
gripping the edge of podiums ...
#anger
#religion
#God
114 reads
9 Comments
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