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
25th Jul 2012 4:38am
25th Jul 2012 4:38am
Spell bound (Part 2)
Before you read this poem I recommend reading Spell Bound (Part 1)
Spell Bound (Part2)
He knew her agenda by now
She had perfect timing
Never late never early... Just ideal.
He would "sleep" with one eye open
He would lavish her tonight
She was certainly in for a treat.
Exactly at midnight she strolled in
Looking as innocent as ever
His anticipation almost distracted him.
Just as her hand
Came close to his chest
He made his move.
She gasped in surprise
When he gently pulled
And pinned her to his...
Spell Bound (Part2)
He knew her agenda by now
She had perfect timing
Never late never early... Just ideal.
He would "sleep" with one eye open
He would lavish her tonight
She was certainly in for a treat.
Exactly at midnight she strolled in
Looking as innocent as ever
His anticipation almost distracted him.
Just as her hand
Came close to his chest
He made his move.
She gasped in surprise
When he gently pulled
And pinned her to his...
944 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 4:30am
25th Jul 2012 4:30am
Dearest Unknown
Dearest Unknown
You don’t know me… yet
Neither do I to be honest
Often I wonder what would happen if we met.
Are you looking up at the sky?
Is it blue like mine?
Is the moon dancing up there high?
Please do not be alarmed
I’m still a novice in love
Past experiences have left me quite harmed.
I want to kiss you
And hold you close
My sentiments and genuine and true.
You don’t know me… yet
Neither do I to be honest
Often I wonder what would happen if we met.
Are you looking up at the sky?
Is it blue like mine?
Is the moon dancing up there high?
Please do not be alarmed
I’m still a novice in love
Past experiences have left me quite harmed.
I want to kiss you
And hold you close
My sentiments and genuine and true.
758 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 7:40pm
24th Jul 2012 7:40pm
Buffonic Bonding
Buffonic Bonding
He was baffled by her wits
Where did she get this humor from?
Clearly her mother has something to do with it.
What was she up to?
Her eyes held so much mischief
Good grief he could never figure her out.
His own daughter made fun of him
He didn’t notice right away
But once he did it was too late.
Still he loved her much
Despite their poignant differences
She was his daughter and his priority.
He was baffled by her wits
Where did she get this humor from?
Clearly her mother has something to do with it.
What was she up to?
Her eyes held so much mischief
Good grief he could never figure her out.
His own daughter made fun of him
He didn’t notice right away
But once he did it was too late.
Still he loved her much
Despite their poignant differences
She was his daughter and his priority.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 7:17pm
24th Jul 2012 7:17pm
Routine
Routine
It’s her everyday routine;
It’s her therapy
It’s her habit and her secret.
First a sip;
Next a gulp
Bottle after bottle.
“I don’t need help
I can do it alone”.
Inside she doubts;
Inside she fears
She could stop,
But she won’t.
Her smile faded;
From genuine emotion
Her pain is authentic and
It won’t disappear.
Demons and voices in her head,
No exit just a dead end.
Something catches her eyes
It has an edge and it’s sharp.
Picks it up;
Aims it to the throat
“Yes, this...
It’s her everyday routine;
It’s her therapy
It’s her habit and her secret.
First a sip;
Next a gulp
Bottle after bottle.
“I don’t need help
I can do it alone”.
Inside she doubts;
Inside she fears
She could stop,
But she won’t.
Her smile faded;
From genuine emotion
Her pain is authentic and
It won’t disappear.
Demons and voices in her head,
No exit just a dead end.
Something catches her eyes
It has an edge and it’s sharp.
Picks it up;
Aims it to the throat
“Yes, this...
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 6:41am
24th Jul 2012 6:41am
Native and Mixed
Native and mixed
People stared impressed… Costa Rica?
Where the heck is that?
Central America sandwiched between
Nicaragua and Panama.
But her name oh that name!
I’m Euro Latina… Half German half tica
Certainly exotic they claimed
It gets boring after a while she’d say.
One little country embraced
By Atlantic and Pacific Ocean
No… It’s not an island.
The sun sets at six
Clock setting? We don’t do that
Six months of rain six months of dryness.
She comes from a land without militia
The beaches have great surf...
People stared impressed… Costa Rica?
Where the heck is that?
Central America sandwiched between
Nicaragua and Panama.
But her name oh that name!
I’m Euro Latina… Half German half tica
Certainly exotic they claimed
It gets boring after a while she’d say.
One little country embraced
By Atlantic and Pacific Ocean
No… It’s not an island.
The sun sets at six
Clock setting? We don’t do that
Six months of rain six months of dryness.
She comes from a land without militia
The beaches have great surf...
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1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 6:32am
24th Jul 2012 6:32am
Indegenous Outline
A bonfire wailed to life
A small clan gathered together
Beneath thundering firmaments.
Their dance shouted for rain
They were in dire need of crops
Drums were beaten and primitive magic was casted.
With a final wolf like howl
The rain finally approached
After this ceremony things would certainly change.
An elder shaman looked at his successor
A mutt of races and history
They would not go easy on her.
She was disliked by many
Not fully knowing why
Was it her blood or her gender?
They insisted it was ill luck...
A small clan gathered together
Beneath thundering firmaments.
Their dance shouted for rain
They were in dire need of crops
Drums were beaten and primitive magic was casted.
With a final wolf like howl
The rain finally approached
After this ceremony things would certainly change.
An elder shaman looked at his successor
A mutt of races and history
They would not go easy on her.
She was disliked by many
Not fully knowing why
Was it her blood or her gender?
They insisted it was ill luck...
620 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 9:52pm
23rd Jul 2012 9:52pm
Rookless King
Rookless King
You could not believe
The words uttered by your own blood
Your beloved oldest daughter.
Her words stung so hard
Literally you were breathless
Claiming you deserve respect.
She could not tolerate the bullying
Her little sister had to endure
The mocking of his idiotic girlfriend.
“I’m glad I wasn’t raised by you”
Those words echo in his heart and mind
The King is now Rookless.
You could not believe
The words uttered by your own blood
Your beloved oldest daughter.
Her words stung so hard
Literally you were breathless
Claiming you deserve respect.
She could not tolerate the bullying
Her little sister had to endure
The mocking of his idiotic girlfriend.
“I’m glad I wasn’t raised by you”
Those words echo in his heart and mind
The King is now Rookless.
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 9:49pm
23rd Jul 2012 9:49pm
Skies that cry
Skies that cry
Skies faded from bright hues
Here I sit in the gloom
Waiting for those sunny days of June
For now I’ll have to deal with my moody blues.
My soul heavy and weak,
I don’t want your sympathy
I just need someone to speak.
Somebody to make me smile
Someone who can keep me happy
At least for a little while.
Skies faded from bright hues
Here I sit in the gloom
Waiting for those sunny days of June
For now I’ll have to deal with my moody blues.
My soul heavy and weak,
I don’t want your sympathy
I just need someone to speak.
Somebody to make me smile
Someone who can keep me happy
At least for a little while.
606 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 9:38am
23rd Jul 2012 9:38am
Midnight Snacking
Midnight Snacking
They came back from a party
Ravenous and thirsty
Damn Tequila Shots!
She set the tea kettle
While he made their snacks
A midnight meal became a must.
He was focused and quiet
She noticed from the kitchen counter
She decided to sit on.
She often wondered their position
Were they friends or close strangers?
Did he not know that she loved him so?
A sudden whistle interrupted her concept
Who was she to ask?
...
They came back from a party
Ravenous and thirsty
Damn Tequila Shots!
She set the tea kettle
While he made their snacks
A midnight meal became a must.
He was focused and quiet
She noticed from the kitchen counter
She decided to sit on.
She often wondered their position
Were they friends or close strangers?
Did he not know that she loved him so?
A sudden whistle interrupted her concept
Who was she to ask?
...
600 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 9:02am
23rd Jul 2012 9:02am
Sticky Tears
I'm by no means a pretty crier
Red eyes and swollen lids
This is why I cry when I'm alone.
The trail left behind annoys me
Misty and salty
Clingy and evident
Make up can't cover these stains.
I miss you dammit
But I won't cry in front of you
Because you deserve to be free of sticky tears.
Red eyes and swollen lids
This is why I cry when I'm alone.
The trail left behind annoys me
Misty and salty
Clingy and evident
Make up can't cover these stains.
I miss you dammit
But I won't cry in front of you
Because you deserve to be free of sticky tears.
612 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 1:15am
23rd Jul 2012 1:15am
Sky Gazing
Sky Gazing
If you follow with your eyes at the flying dove,
I'm pretty sure you'll always end up looking at the sky above.
Who could resist stealing a glance of summer?
Especially when your day has been nothing but a bummer?
Watching at the sky,
Brings me joy and satisfaction,
It soothes my heart in its constant beating action.
Sunsets with swirls of red, purple and pink,
Those wicked colors just don’t give me enough time to think.
It’s best to observe with friends
And wish for times like these
To never come to an end.
If you follow with your eyes at the flying dove,
I'm pretty sure you'll always end up looking at the sky above.
Who could resist stealing a glance of summer?
Especially when your day has been nothing but a bummer?
Watching at the sky,
Brings me joy and satisfaction,
It soothes my heart in its constant beating action.
Sunsets with swirls of red, purple and pink,
Those wicked colors just don’t give me enough time to think.
It’s best to observe with friends
And wish for times like these
To never come to an end.
523 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2012 11:19pm
22nd Jul 2012 11:19pm
Mental Suffocation
Mental Suffocation
I'm trapped;
No exit
No flow
And certainly no variety.
It's a daily curse;
Fighting it proves to be useless
It always comes back.
My mind is going berserk,
Nothing clicks anymore
Driven to dementia.
This anxiety makes me itch
Writer's block
I'll overcome you
Disgraceful son of a bitch.
I'm trapped;
No exit
No flow
And certainly no variety.
It's a daily curse;
Fighting it proves to be useless
It always comes back.
My mind is going berserk,
Nothing clicks anymore
Driven to dementia.
This anxiety makes me itch
Writer's block
I'll overcome you
Disgraceful son of a bitch.
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1 Comment
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