Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2020 8:01pm
19th Nov 2020 8:01pm
My Potner
I"m not so lonely,
each morning as I walk
through the kitchen,
my coffee pot will
smack me on my ass
and wonder where I've been.
— He's good to me.
Last week I was at
Costco, I bought him
a bag of winter blend.
— You turn me on. That's what my coffee pot says...
He's hot, of course.
each morning as I walk
through the kitchen,
my coffee pot will
smack me on my ass
and wonder where I've been.
— He's good to me.
Last week I was at
Costco, I bought him
a bag of winter blend.
— You turn me on. That's what my coffee pot says...
He's hot, of course.
#happiness
#anxiety
#strength
#TimeHeals
#gratitude
76 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Nov 2020 7:03pm
17th Nov 2020 7:03pm
Empathy
Empathy has a special keeper.
There is a rose left on the vine
with its head hung,
looking at the fallen petals below -
the fragrance is crushing.
We are a all part of each other,
the flower knows,
empathy is the enduring love of a rose.
There is a rose left on the vine
with its head hung,
looking at the fallen petals below -
the fragrance is crushing.
We are a all part of each other,
the flower knows,
empathy is the enduring love of a rose.
#nature
#emotions
76 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2020 8:41am
14th Nov 2020 8:41am
11/2020
The stars are literature.
They portray the most beautiful poetry ever written,
... in thier silent glare, when I am anguished,
I go there.
.
They portray the most beautiful poetry ever written,
... in thier silent glare, when I am anguished,
I go there.
.
#inspirational
#gratitude
73 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2020 6:42pm
18th Aug 2020 6:42pm
my baby weed
Let's get this party started.
Grab a humble red-cup
& toast with me
and drink from the universe's blessings,
where the stars they form thier energy
as high as heaven....
so here's to my sweet little seeds 🌱
Grab a humble red-cup
& toast with me
and drink from the universe's blessings,
where the stars they form thier energy
as high as heaven....
so here's to my sweet little seeds 🌱
#trees
#flowers
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
130 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2020 8:52am
5th Jul 2020 8:52am
The moon, the star, the tree and me,
The moon, the star, the tree and me,
Once upon a time it was simple poetry,
Not today, but one night
Last summer when I parked the car,
I saw the moon, it had been following,
It tucked itself under a tree
That stood watching, and the star;
My deity supreme,
I cannot speak of my pain, only
The moon, the star, the tree, and me.
Once upon a time it was simple poetry,
Not today, but one night
Last summer when I parked the car,
I saw the moon, it had been following,
It tucked itself under a tree
That stood watching, and the star;
My deity supreme,
I cannot speak of my pain, only
The moon, the star, the tree, and me.
#sadness
#strength
#hope
#courage
#TimeHeals
170 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th May 2020 7:01am
26th May 2020 7:01am
Zen 5/26/2020
Where fun is an event,
Joy is an emotion,
And Happiness is lifelong.
Joy is an emotion,
And Happiness is lifelong.
#happiness
#love
#inspirational
#gratitude
#emotions
144 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 3:20am
20th Mar 2020 3:20am
3/19
That beautiful sky
at night,
It still belongs to me.
at night,
It still belongs to me.
#universe
#stars
157 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2020 12:54pm
24th Jan 2020 12:54pm
1/23/2020
the snowy trees at midnight,
they echo quietness of life,
in darkness,
the snow falls, the snow falls
the snow, it keeps falling.
they echo quietness of life,
in darkness,
the snow falls, the snow falls
the snow, it keeps falling.
#winter
191 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2019 2:20am
3rd Dec 2019 2:20am
12/2/2019 Eastside village
From my upper step,
through the streets
I hear lady Greensleeves playing.
The temp is cold
and the clouds are misty.
Christmas lights are hung
here and there,
and the wind in the trees
it picks up an autumn leaf
and takes it dancing.
And the moon, it
becomes a slender white.
I hear gunshots often, here,
and hardly know what to think,
and the sirens; I've become
numb to this brazen eastside village,
quite thankful for those that don't know me.
Later on I'll go...
through the streets
I hear lady Greensleeves playing.
The temp is cold
and the clouds are misty.
Christmas lights are hung
here and there,
and the wind in the trees
it picks up an autumn leaf
and takes it dancing.
And the moon, it
becomes a slender white.
I hear gunshots often, here,
and hardly know what to think,
and the sirens; I've become
numb to this brazen eastside village,
quite thankful for those that don't know me.
Later on I'll go...
#courage
#inspirational
#myself
#SelfReflection
#gratitude
156 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Dec 2019 2:18am
2nd Dec 2019 2:18am
12/1 the ride
I picked them up at the Pearl in the Crossroads district. It was a nice ride. It was Select; premium. I remember we talked about hamburgers. They were considerate citizens, and we confabulated well together.
I remember the decade as the 90's.
I bet I could hold my party pose till 4 in the morning.
The strangest piece of artwork in Kansas City, to me, is that big hand-finger statue creature up on 12th street, around the front of the Folly Theater.
We turn on 12th, and we drive by it. I hear them talking: He had a friend that fell from that...
I remember the decade as the 90's.
I bet I could hold my party pose till 4 in the morning.
The strangest piece of artwork in Kansas City, to me, is that big hand-finger statue creature up on 12th street, around the front of the Folly Theater.
We turn on 12th, and we drive by it. I hear them talking: He had a friend that fell from that...
#motivational
#narrative
185 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Nov 2019 3:49am
28th Nov 2019 3:49am
11/13/19 Liberty
I was called to the Longhorn Steakhouse. I pull up and find Johnny, just lighting a cigarette, talking to his lady. I roll down my window, and he knows it's me.
Johnny says, "I'll be right with you pretty lady, I'm just going to finish my cigarette; I don't want to get any ashes in that beautiful car you're driving." He gives me a wink, turns and continues talking to Mrs. Johnny.
What the hell is he thinking? This is a five minute ride we're taking.
Johnny thinks he's so cool, and thinks I'm so demure and sweet. I can't stand Johnny.
I say,...
Johnny says, "I'll be right with you pretty lady, I'm just going to finish my cigarette; I don't want to get any ashes in that beautiful car you're driving." He gives me a wink, turns and continues talking to Mrs. Johnny.
What the hell is he thinking? This is a five minute ride we're taking.
Johnny thinks he's so cool, and thinks I'm so demure and sweet. I can't stand Johnny.
I say,...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #passion
#MyInspiration #passion
149 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2019 2:55am
28th Nov 2019 2:55am
11/27/19 co pious
People wonder
what brought
me to him
and him to me,
a childlike mind,
he gives up many things,
and he keeps me.
I give up my ideals
of how goodly love,
and how romance
is supposed to be.
what brought
me to him
and him to me,
a childlike mind,
he gives up many things,
and he keeps me.
I give up my ideals
of how goodly love,
and how romance
is supposed to be.
#happiness
160 reads
2 Comments
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