Submissions by Petite_Renarde (Anouk)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poetry tends to be messy and out of the blue. Some are personal experiences, others are just experimentation.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2012 7:50pm
4th Jul 2012 7:50pm
Extinct Familiarity
Extinct Familiarity
Ancient footprints evidence
Of those before us
A nation of simplicity and unity.
Bones and fossils cling
To a reality no one wants to acknowledge
A past most prefer to deny.
With pride you claim you belong
To something you wish you did
How dare you ignore your origins?
The blood that flows deep in you
A great ancestry a grand instance
Go ahead embrace it and love it.
Ancient footprints evidence
Of those before us
A nation of simplicity and unity.
Bones and fossils cling
To a reality no one wants to acknowledge
A past most prefer to deny.
With pride you claim you belong
To something you wish you did
How dare you ignore your origins?
The blood that flows deep in you
A great ancestry a grand instance
Go ahead embrace it and love it.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2012 6:04am
4th Jul 2012 6:04am
Bedhead Sunrise
Bedhead Sunrise
Slow …those were her mornings
“Five more minutes”
Sometimes it takes more than five minutes
Yes she loved the morning rush afterwards.
Fuzzy mess on her skull
“No more snoozing”
Talking to her reflection
Was a daily routine.
Turning on the radio
“Time for a quick shower”
She enjoyed “singing” too much
A hint of torture for fellow residents.
Fresh and squeaky clean
“ In your face” sly comeback
For her ticking foe
It will be a great day.
Slow …those were her mornings
“Five more minutes”
Sometimes it takes more than five minutes
Yes she loved the morning rush afterwards.
Fuzzy mess on her skull
“No more snoozing”
Talking to her reflection
Was a daily routine.
Turning on the radio
“Time for a quick shower”
She enjoyed “singing” too much
A hint of torture for fellow residents.
Fresh and squeaky clean
“ In your face” sly comeback
For her ticking foe
It will be a great day.
566 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jul 2012 5:52am
4th Jul 2012 5:52am
Stupid by Cupid
Stupid by Cupid
You little bastard,
You pinched me with that bloody arrow
Once again,
Now I’m on this damn rollercoaster of tormented sorrow.
Do I look like a circus to you?
Are you amused by my pain?
Do you really enjoy watching me fall in shame?
Of course you do
Just like you relish watching me go insane.
Curse you fiendish ghoul,
I don’t need you to be cool
Anyway,
I was going to end up like a brainless fool.
So fade away,
In my world
You’re not welcome to stay.
You little bastard,
You pinched me with that bloody arrow
Once again,
Now I’m on this damn rollercoaster of tormented sorrow.
Do I look like a circus to you?
Are you amused by my pain?
Do you really enjoy watching me fall in shame?
Of course you do
Just like you relish watching me go insane.
Curse you fiendish ghoul,
I don’t need you to be cool
Anyway,
I was going to end up like a brainless fool.
So fade away,
In my world
You’re not welcome to stay.
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 9:40pm
3rd Jul 2012 9:40pm
Taciturn Vexation
Taciturn Vexation
Sitting on the rust
Contemplating scary and grim ideas
“To hang or poison?”
Which would be a grandiose exit?
So so tired of it all
No longer youthful
“Fuck this place!”
An escape suddenly becomes craved for.
“This is the last time”
Attachments have killed all expectations
The chair beneath fell
Finally… A life without hell.
Sitting on the rust
Contemplating scary and grim ideas
“To hang or poison?”
Which would be a grandiose exit?
So so tired of it all
No longer youthful
“Fuck this place!”
An escape suddenly becomes craved for.
“This is the last time”
Attachments have killed all expectations
The chair beneath fell
Finally… A life without hell.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 9:34pm
3rd Jul 2012 9:34pm
Ethereal Chant
Ethereal Chant
A child heard with curiosity
Ostentatious was the event
Yet it remained unseen.
The young snoop wanted to know
What was going on?
The Goosebumps did not lie.
Bizarre and attractive
That was the ambiance
So close… She was so close.
She didn’t detect her destination
But she did see them
They danced and chanted.
This would be her secret
For she knows once dead
She will linger just like them.
A child heard with curiosity
Ostentatious was the event
Yet it remained unseen.
The young snoop wanted to know
What was going on?
The Goosebumps did not lie.
Bizarre and attractive
That was the ambiance
So close… She was so close.
She didn’t detect her destination
But she did see them
They danced and chanted.
This would be her secret
For she knows once dead
She will linger just like them.
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 6:30am
3rd Jul 2012 6:30am
Pediophobia
Pediophobia
She strolled to her room
“Sweet Dreams”
Yes a goodnight sleep was in order.
Suddenly she froze
“The nursery room”
She trembled and cursed.
Sweet and childish on day
Eerie and Terrifying at night
“Keep walking and no peeking”.
Easier said than done
There they stood and stared
Forged innocence and artificial smiles.
“Porcelain and Plastic… The infernal match”
No matter how much she tried
Looking away was difficult.
Her paranoia increased
So did her insomnia
“Nightmares… Here I come”.
She strolled to her room
“Sweet Dreams”
Yes a goodnight sleep was in order.
Suddenly she froze
“The nursery room”
She trembled and cursed.
Sweet and childish on day
Eerie and Terrifying at night
“Keep walking and no peeking”.
Easier said than done
There they stood and stared
Forged innocence and artificial smiles.
“Porcelain and Plastic… The infernal match”
No matter how much she tried
Looking away was difficult.
Her paranoia increased
So did her insomnia
“Nightmares… Here I come”.
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ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 6:17am
3rd Jul 2012 6:17am
Scarlet Ignorance (My thoughts on religion and God)
Scarlet Ignorance
Because of you,
Too many have died
Their ancestry had to be denied
Still you stroll around with sanguine pride.
How can you be proud?
You are supposed to encourage
Love, tolerance and hope
You’ve blinded too many
Yet are the spotlight
Among the unsuspecting crowd.
Would you like a reality check?
Allow me to remind you about devastation
The sick and homeless
Children dying of starvation
You’ve caused nothing but havoc and wreck.
You are not omnipresent as you say
I might have seen you by now...
Because of you,
Too many have died
Their ancestry had to be denied
Still you stroll around with sanguine pride.
How can you be proud?
You are supposed to encourage
Love, tolerance and hope
You’ve blinded too many
Yet are the spotlight
Among the unsuspecting crowd.
Would you like a reality check?
Allow me to remind you about devastation
The sick and homeless
Children dying of starvation
You’ve caused nothing but havoc and wreck.
You are not omnipresent as you say
I might have seen you by now...
681 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 10:09pm
2nd Jul 2012 10:09pm
Attractive Ambiguity
Attractive Ambiguity
It’s not an easy task
To define a word like this
One explanation will never suffice.
It can be seen as superficial
Others say it’s beyond the eye
Still we want more of it.
Some assume it lies on sole aptness
To others it is determined
By their modesty.
Many affected by its standards
Break under its pressure
It’s painful both physical and emotional.
To give a solid definition of beauty
Would be selfish
Don’t you think?
It’s not an easy task
To define a word like this
One explanation will never suffice.
It can be seen as superficial
Others say it’s beyond the eye
Still we want more of it.
Some assume it lies on sole aptness
To others it is determined
By their modesty.
Many affected by its standards
Break under its pressure
It’s painful both physical and emotional.
To give a solid definition of beauty
Would be selfish
Don’t you think?
649 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 10:08pm
2nd Jul 2012 10:08pm
Paper Paranoia
Paper paranoia
Write &Erase
Blocked, blocked, blocked
Another poem without a solid base.
Scribbled nonsense,
Mental claustrophobia,
Come on don’t be dense.
Wasted trees,
This F'ed up conscious
Is knocking out my teeth.
Get a grip,
You dumb***,
Don’t you dare quit.
So, where is your drive?
What an idiot
Isn’t this supposed to be the passion of your life?
This is again a dead creation
What a loser,
Certainly not worth
A standing ovation.
Write &Erase
Blocked, blocked, blocked
Another poem without a solid base.
Scribbled nonsense,
Mental claustrophobia,
Come on don’t be dense.
Wasted trees,
This F'ed up conscious
Is knocking out my teeth.
Get a grip,
You dumb***,
Don’t you dare quit.
So, where is your drive?
What an idiot
Isn’t this supposed to be the passion of your life?
This is again a dead creation
What a loser,
Certainly not worth
A standing ovation.
815 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 7:03am
2nd Jul 2012 7:03am
Laughing at myself
Laughing at myself
I may come as someone unripe,
People claim they can read me...
Do they really expect me to become another stereotype?
I easily laugh at simple things...
With this childish mind of mine
you’ll never know what shenanigans my mischief brings.
Never it is wise to judge with shallow look
There may not be many pages,
Yet simple anecdotes don't roam in this quirky little book.
Get to know me if you dare,
Think what you want, I'm clever enough to even care.
If you accept the deal
I'll guarantee I'm so much more...
I may come as someone unripe,
People claim they can read me...
Do they really expect me to become another stereotype?
I easily laugh at simple things...
With this childish mind of mine
you’ll never know what shenanigans my mischief brings.
Never it is wise to judge with shallow look
There may not be many pages,
Yet simple anecdotes don't roam in this quirky little book.
Get to know me if you dare,
Think what you want, I'm clever enough to even care.
If you accept the deal
I'll guarantee I'm so much more...
667 reads
1 Comment
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