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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Jan 2013 8:41am
29th Jan 2013 8:41am
Erubrescent Intoxication
Erubruscent Intoxication
Drunk...Both intoxicted to the brim
Blazed with endless spirits
Hazed views all around.
She lay nude before him
Not a layer between
Her skin and her sorroudings.
Though skunk drunk
He somehow managed to admire
All her blusing splendor.
Nervous and Naive
She attempted to shield
He caught her swiftly before it happened.
Stretch marks and scars
She wanted to hide
Hideous she felt beneath his gaze.
Tenderly kissing her forehead
Beautiful he exclaimed
Caressing every...
Drunk...Both intoxicted to the brim
Blazed with endless spirits
Hazed views all around.
She lay nude before him
Not a layer between
Her skin and her sorroudings.
Though skunk drunk
He somehow managed to admire
All her blusing splendor.
Nervous and Naive
She attempted to shield
He caught her swiftly before it happened.
Stretch marks and scars
She wanted to hide
Hideous she felt beneath his gaze.
Tenderly kissing her forehead
Beautiful he exclaimed
Caressing every...
806 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2013 6:28pm
20th Jan 2013 6:28pm
Apprehensive Butterfly
She is what you'd call
A walking irony,
All smiles but zero confidence.
Her youthful ways entice
Crowds of unimaginable journeys
Yet she doesn't believe she is good enough.
Often she gives great advices
Offering comfort to others is her thing
She ever accepts them as her own.
She makes the world laugh
With her childish ways
Emotional scars linger and ever present.
You wouldn't know how much
She wants to forgive herself
But never has the courage to do so.
People appoach with great intentions...
A walking irony,
All smiles but zero confidence.
Her youthful ways entice
Crowds of unimaginable journeys
Yet she doesn't believe she is good enough.
Often she gives great advices
Offering comfort to others is her thing
She ever accepts them as her own.
She makes the world laugh
With her childish ways
Emotional scars linger and ever present.
You wouldn't know how much
She wants to forgive herself
But never has the courage to do so.
People appoach with great intentions...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2013 2:49pm
16th Jan 2013 2:49pm
Questioning Openess
Questioning Openness
Both caught her eye
Unsure who she liked better
Silent voice…Loud thoughts.
She passed by them
To simply greet them
Oh a plot twist she did not expect.
One of her beloved
Caught her hand and asked her out
As a group for dinner.
Baffled and speechless
Assuming it could be a trick
“You cannot say no…We apologize for this”.
“Why?”
One smiled shyly and looked away
“Why not?” Confidence shined through his smile.
As she paced to her cubicle
Lost in thought and a grin in place...
Both caught her eye
Unsure who she liked better
Silent voice…Loud thoughts.
She passed by them
To simply greet them
Oh a plot twist she did not expect.
One of her beloved
Caught her hand and asked her out
As a group for dinner.
Baffled and speechless
Assuming it could be a trick
“You cannot say no…We apologize for this”.
“Why?”
One smiled shyly and looked away
“Why not?” Confidence shined through his smile.
As she paced to her cubicle
Lost in thought and a grin in place...
542 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jan 2013 1:45am
13th Jan 2013 1:45am
Hydrophilious Sensation
Hydrophilous Sensation
Bubbles engulfed her tenderly,
As she went down
Aqueous Blankets warming her soul.
She wanted to close her eyes
And never wake up from this heaven
This was her happy place.
Below the lilies
Among the koi fishes
She belonged here… She truly did.
Opening her eyes in shock
She surfaced for oxygen
And remained afloat
Staring at the moon.
12/1/2013
Bubbles engulfed her tenderly,
As she went down
Aqueous Blankets warming her soul.
She wanted to close her eyes
And never wake up from this heaven
This was her happy place.
Below the lilies
Among the koi fishes
She belonged here… She truly did.
Opening her eyes in shock
She surfaced for oxygen
And remained afloat
Staring at the moon.
12/1/2013
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2012 5:32pm
15th Dec 2012 5:32pm
Runaway Habibi
Run little one,
While your legs are strong
Don't give up on your freedom.
Never look back with regret,
Flee youthful Habibi
You are far too young.
This man you are to wed,
Has gold and riches
But you'll just become one of his bitches.
We'll meet again my dear,
Maybe in heaven
Where happiness is guaranteed.
*Habibi=bride in Swahili
While your legs are strong
Don't give up on your freedom.
Never look back with regret,
Flee youthful Habibi
You are far too young.
This man you are to wed,
Has gold and riches
But you'll just become one of his bitches.
We'll meet again my dear,
Maybe in heaven
Where happiness is guaranteed.
*Habibi=bride in Swahili
600 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Nov 2012 10:39pm
4th Nov 2012 10:39pm
Pathosobic's Logic
Pathosophobic’s Logic
Refusal and denial
That’s all I’m asking for
Yet I’m aware more is to come.
Cringing with loathe
I hide from others
I’m not worth befriending.
My intentions are unclear
I would not know how
To recognize your acceptance of me.
A nameless look on your face
Always present and there
I wish I could read your mind.
From your silence
An assumption is made
I’ll rust away in the moon’s shade.
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Pathosophobia= Fear of emotional suffering or...
Refusal and denial
That’s all I’m asking for
Yet I’m aware more is to come.
Cringing with loathe
I hide from others
I’m not worth befriending.
My intentions are unclear
I would not know how
To recognize your acceptance of me.
A nameless look on your face
Always present and there
I wish I could read your mind.
From your silence
An assumption is made
I’ll rust away in the moon’s shade.
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Pathosophobia= Fear of emotional suffering or...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2012 1:49am
2nd Nov 2012 1:49am
Anonymus Shenanigans
Anonymous Shenanigans
Grins plastered out front
What the fuck?
No one saw that coming.
Two Harlequins roamed unfazed
Unsurprised and Untamed
Concealed damages remain at plain sight.
Dancing and prancing Devils
Spellbinding every bastard they come across
Take a final breath… A very rope worthy one too.
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First of all HAPPY HALLOWEEN and to my fellow Wiccans Happy Samhain :).
Second this poem makes no sense at all and I apologize for the...
Grins plastered out front
What the fuck?
No one saw that coming.
Two Harlequins roamed unfazed
Unsurprised and Untamed
Concealed damages remain at plain sight.
Dancing and prancing Devils
Spellbinding every bastard they come across
Take a final breath… A very rope worthy one too.
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First of all HAPPY HALLOWEEN and to my fellow Wiccans Happy Samhain :).
Second this poem makes no sense at all and I apologize for the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2012 1:43am
2nd Nov 2012 1:43am
Concrete Inquisition
Routines slack the soul
A decision was made
“I’m using my good ole rollerblades today”
Charged with adrenaline and a smiley face
Rolling down the Asphalt with glee
“I was sick of home anyway”
Dogs bark and children skip rope
Cars cruising at insane pace
“Better be careful now”.
Crack heads roaming out and about
Gun shots heard from a distance
“Nothing changes here”.
Yet a grin emerges childishly
Despite all the crap around us
“Life is great!”
A decision was made
“I’m using my good ole rollerblades today”
Charged with adrenaline and a smiley face
Rolling down the Asphalt with glee
“I was sick of home anyway”
Dogs bark and children skip rope
Cars cruising at insane pace
“Better be careful now”.
Crack heads roaming out and about
Gun shots heard from a distance
“Nothing changes here”.
Yet a grin emerges childishly
Despite all the crap around us
“Life is great!”
537 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2012 3:13am
23rd Oct 2012 3:13am
Troubador's Inertia
Troubador's Inertia
Frustration smacked my face
Tears cling stubbornly
Too many ideas… Very few expressions.
I no longer stare
Kindly at blank pages
My pen remains abandoned yet at sight.
Inklings drying out rather quickly
Wait Damn it!
Get me out of this Inertic trance.
Frustration smacked my face
Tears cling stubbornly
Too many ideas… Very few expressions.
I no longer stare
Kindly at blank pages
My pen remains abandoned yet at sight.
Inklings drying out rather quickly
Wait Damn it!
Get me out of this Inertic trance.
566 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2012 8:03am
25th Sep 2012 8:03am
Hypengyophobic Child
Hypengyophobic Child
Often people insist I’m lazy
Often they would ask about my goal
“I’m not sure… And I don’t care.”
I could hear the furious gossip
Behind closed doors
“You’re raising the most irresponsible brat ever”.
Mom ever so patient at least in appearance
I’m sure she thinks I’m a burden
“Why do you put up with me?”
Her love unconditional
Even when I’ve given up on myself
“My patience is running low”
Many times I’ve heard her say this
She never gives up on this walking failure
“Mom… Success is not for...
Often people insist I’m lazy
Often they would ask about my goal
“I’m not sure… And I don’t care.”
I could hear the furious gossip
Behind closed doors
“You’re raising the most irresponsible brat ever”.
Mom ever so patient at least in appearance
I’m sure she thinks I’m a burden
“Why do you put up with me?”
Her love unconditional
Even when I’ve given up on myself
“My patience is running low”
Many times I’ve heard her say this
She never gives up on this walking failure
“Mom… Success is not for...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 6:26am
24th Sep 2012 6:26am
Vacant Nightmares
Vacant Nightmares
For two months
She would sweat, toss and turn
In her sleep vacant nightmares always return.
“I did not do it!”
She’d screech in her drowse
Rising and pacing with fear.
“I can’t even remember my own hell”
An echo replied in her psyche
“Perhaps it’s for the best”.
For two months
She would sweat, toss and turn
In her sleep vacant nightmares always return.
“I did not do it!”
She’d screech in her drowse
Rising and pacing with fear.
“I can’t even remember my own hell”
An echo replied in her psyche
“Perhaps it’s for the best”.
618 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2012 1:17am
1st Sep 2012 1:17am
From these skies
I look down from these clouds
Wondering if silence is truly golden
Or is it just another illusion of sweet nothing?
Here above the moon so close to arms reach
Are educators telling children
Their dreams can be achieved?
Stillness and purity
Knowing unknowingly the wars ensued
Humanity... You sure are a fucked up freak show.
Wondering if silence is truly golden
Or is it just another illusion of sweet nothing?
Here above the moon so close to arms reach
Are educators telling children
Their dreams can be achieved?
Stillness and purity
Knowing unknowingly the wars ensued
Humanity... You sure are a fucked up freak show.
650 reads
1 Comment
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