Submissions by LunaGreyhawk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Maiden, Mother, and Crone dipped in a fine batter of mental chaos, deep-fried golden in reserved backwoods-southern bacon grease.
SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2023 2:51am
26th Oct 2023 2:51am
Surrender
Listen closely, sweet maiden
Can you hear it?
Strain if you must, to listen
Welcome the song of magic on the wind
Surrender
As gentle waves give over to the Moon,
So give yourself to her sacred guidance
Stand closely, dear mother
Can you feel it?
Dig if you must, to touch
Grasp the light from deep within
Surrender
As Summer succumbs to Autumn
So give yourself to the ever-changing seasons
Look closely, wise crone
Can you see it?
Lean in if you must, to behold
View the beauty of all...
Can you hear it?
Strain if you must, to listen
Welcome the song of magic on the wind
Surrender
As gentle waves give over to the Moon,
So give yourself to her sacred guidance
Stand closely, dear mother
Can you feel it?
Dig if you must, to touch
Grasp the light from deep within
Surrender
As Summer succumbs to Autumn
So give yourself to the ever-changing seasons
Look closely, wise crone
Can you see it?
Lean in if you must, to behold
View the beauty of all...
#LifeCycle
#aging
#SelfDiscovery
313 reads
28 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Sep 2023 2:01am
5th Sep 2023 2:01am
Muscle Memory
I don’t know what you did
but I know that you did
something
my body, weak and innocent
my memories, a dark forest
endless and unknowable;
the vast walls I built in one day
with my own, trembling hands
have blocked out the Sun, until
he refuses to show his face here,
until garden has become tomb
and now, in the dark
with the waiting
and the gnashing of teeth
I sit in silence, as I’ve always done
but I know that you did
something
my body, weak and innocent
my memories, a dark forest
endless and unknowable;
the vast walls I built in one day
with my own, trembling hands
have blocked out the Sun, until
he refuses to show his face here,
until garden has become tomb
and now, in the dark
with the waiting
and the gnashing of teeth
I sit in silence, as I’ve always done
#abuse
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
399 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2023 11:08pm
2nd Jul 2023 11:08pm
Longaevitas
middle age begins
the dance with death;
at some point, grandparents
are long gone, and now
the aunts and uncles each
step forward, as if eager to be
in line for the hereafter;
I realize now that I must have
thought they’d live forever,
a solid brick in the construction
of my reality
my icons have become
the memories I’ve shared
with their art along the way -
the song that was playing
on the jet black boom box
in June of 1987, all the while
Edgar Esperello gave me that
slightly hesitant...
the dance with death;
at some point, grandparents
are long gone, and now
the aunts and uncles each
step forward, as if eager to be
in line for the hereafter;
I realize now that I must have
thought they’d live forever,
a solid brick in the construction
of my reality
my icons have become
the memories I’ve shared
with their art along the way -
the song that was playing
on the jet black boom box
in June of 1987, all the while
Edgar Esperello gave me that
slightly hesitant...
#LifeCycle
#aging
#SelfReflection
380 reads
20 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jun 2023 3:51am
9th Jun 2023 3:51am
The Blaze of Glory
I have it all, and yet
some days
my body yearns
for lack of sustenance;
I starve myself so I might
find a little gratitude
for my abundance
it’s a bit masochistic, isn’t it?
Something is missing, though -
the tips of grass blades
slowly gone yellow;
signs that death is creeping,
a long shadow across the lawn;
the color fading from my hair
I begrudge the passing of time
even while I long to be
more grateful;
a double-edged blade -
on one side certain death
on the other the...
some days
my body yearns
for lack of sustenance;
I starve myself so I might
find a little gratitude
for my abundance
it’s a bit masochistic, isn’t it?
Something is missing, though -
the tips of grass blades
slowly gone yellow;
signs that death is creeping,
a long shadow across the lawn;
the color fading from my hair
I begrudge the passing of time
even while I long to be
more grateful;
a double-edged blade -
on one side certain death
on the other the...
#aging
#SelfReflection
370 reads
31 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2023 4:26pm
21st Apr 2023 4:26pm
On the Edge of Goodbye
sometimes I wish
life came with
background music,
at least then
I’d know
what to expect
I never saw this coming
everything
that could be said
has come barreling
from these chests and
unbridled tongues;
and now we sit,
looking everywhere but
at each other
I don’t want you to go
the heavy silence
slips between our words
now few and getting
farther between
I want to tell you my truth
but soon there will be
nothing left to say, ...
life came with
background music,
at least then
I’d know
what to expect
I never saw this coming
everything
that could be said
has come barreling
from these chests and
unbridled tongues;
and now we sit,
looking everywhere but
at each other
I don’t want you to go
the heavy silence
slips between our words
now few and getting
farther between
I want to tell you my truth
but soon there will be
nothing left to say, ...
#love
#grief
#heartbroken
407 reads
26 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Apr 2023 2:23pm
20th Apr 2023 2:23pm
Dawn Awaits
#sky
#nature
#dawn
324 reads
16 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2023 2:30am
18th Apr 2023 2:30am
Intent of Consciousness
soft words spoken
with reverent intention
become magnetized, powerful;
the body chants
in quiet, rhythmic movement,
attesting to the sanctity
of this holy space within -
the place of knowing,
where love is timeless;
the spirits and ancestors
gone before us
come forth with wisdom
and esoteric guidance;
each stands poised upon
every purposeful breath,
waiting for ego to slumber;
incense clears the air
and prepares the heart
for acceptance in grace
and with gratitude
with reverent intention
become magnetized, powerful;
the body chants
in quiet, rhythmic movement,
attesting to the sanctity
of this holy space within -
the place of knowing,
where love is timeless;
the spirits and ancestors
gone before us
come forth with wisdom
and esoteric guidance;
each stands poised upon
every purposeful breath,
waiting for ego to slumber;
incense clears the air
and prepares the heart
for acceptance in grace
and with gratitude
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
240 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2023 1:03am
17th Apr 2023 1:03am
A Four Card Spread
cherished by angels,
you are precious;
may you soar among them
in peace and happiness,
finding serenity at last
the answers you seek,
they are within you;
may you find shelter in
your unconscious knowing
and inner strength
harvesting valiant courage,
you are brave;
may you leap forward,
taking action with passion,
enthusiastic about
the future ahead
your joy expands through
grace and gratitude;
may you find bliss in
allowing yourself more
space to grow,
and in...
you are precious;
may you soar among them
in peace and happiness,
finding serenity at last
the answers you seek,
they are within you;
may you find shelter in
your unconscious knowing
and inner strength
harvesting valiant courage,
you are brave;
may you leap forward,
taking action with passion,
enthusiastic about
the future ahead
your joy expands through
grace and gratitude;
may you find bliss in
allowing yourself more
space to grow,
and in...
#courage
#angels
#gratitude
#SelfWorth
#PersonalGrowth
237 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Apr 2023 2:53am
14th Apr 2023 2:53am
Locorum I
allow me, my love
to explore the expanse
of your topography,
let me map, in tactile bliss
the limits to be met
at your borders;
a sigh upon your breath
is all it takes for desire
to bloom, sweetly
and fiercely, wanton
lilies pure until plucked;
they grow wild here,
between us,
reaching upward
from the searching
of our roots;
pushed higher still
with every labored
exhalation, until
in the untamed fields
we glimpse nirvana
to explore the expanse
of your topography,
let me map, in tactile bliss
the limits to be met
at your borders;
a sigh upon your breath
is all it takes for desire
to bloom, sweetly
and fiercely, wanton
lilies pure until plucked;
they grow wild here,
between us,
reaching upward
from the searching
of our roots;
pushed higher still
with every labored
exhalation, until
in the untamed fields
we glimpse nirvana
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
376 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2023 1:31am
14th Apr 2023 1:31am
Death and Clean Laundry
I left your cup
next to the sink -
it’s empty, like me
it needs to be
cleansed,
given a fresh start
but I’m not sure
I believe
in new beginnings
anymore
I put your clothes away,
as if freshly starched
shirts and clean socks
will bring you back;
you left your laundry
in the dryer again,
wrinkling in stagnancy
and weight;
it took me months
to touch it
always in a hurry,
you never even bothered
to say goodbye,
instead you just vanished;
it’s...
next to the sink -
it’s empty, like me
it needs to be
cleansed,
given a fresh start
but I’m not sure
I believe
in new beginnings
anymore
I put your clothes away,
as if freshly starched
shirts and clean socks
will bring you back;
you left your laundry
in the dryer again,
wrinkling in stagnancy
and weight;
it took me months
to touch it
always in a hurry,
you never even bothered
to say goodbye,
instead you just vanished;
it’s...
#sadness
#regret
#grief #death
#grief #death
244 reads
18 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2023 2:23am
13th Apr 2023 2:23am
Ritual Rhymes
I light a white candle,
clear sacred space;
nothing is hurried,
I’ve slowed the pace
in rainy weather,
I burn green sage;
fanned with a feather
showing its age
I cut the cording,
these ties that bind;
rendered completely,
put from my mind
invoking Spirit,
I voice my plea ~
bring truth to us all,
starting with me
clear sacred space;
nothing is hurried,
I’ve slowed the pace
in rainy weather,
I burn green sage;
fanned with a feather
showing its age
I cut the cording,
these ties that bind;
rendered completely,
put from my mind
invoking Spirit,
I voice my plea ~
bring truth to us all,
starting with me
#spiritual
#learning
#meditation #SelfDiscovery
#meditation #SelfDiscovery
248 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2023 11:05am
11th Apr 2023 11:05am
Tarot
as in all my rituals,
this one has been carved
from suspended disbelief;
it’s part quest, part
unexplainable wonder
that draws my spirit every
sleepy dawn to the gilded
deck of cards
they were new once,
slippery with
jumpers every time
I held them;
now their golden edges
are rubbed to a dull luster;
they wait a little more
patiently these days
they’ve since stopped
shouting their messages
in blunt, loud images -
we’ve settled into
a comfortable
sort of...
this one has been carved
from suspended disbelief;
it’s part quest, part
unexplainable wonder
that draws my spirit every
sleepy dawn to the gilded
deck of cards
they were new once,
slippery with
jumpers every time
I held them;
now their golden edges
are rubbed to a dull luster;
they wait a little more
patiently these days
they’ve since stopped
shouting their messages
in blunt, loud images -
we’ve settled into
a comfortable
sort of...
#spiritual
#SelfDiscovery
234 reads
10 Comments
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