Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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
65 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
134 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
112 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
118 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
147 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
130 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
157 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
126 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
135 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2019 7:39am
13th Aug 2019 7:39am
8/13/2019(urst-wahyl)
I walkdown the steps
across the front yard
I open the gate,
I close the gate,
I open my car
and get out the pack of
cigarettes I had forgotten,
and you thought
I was going somewhere …
across the front yard
I open the gate,
I close the gate,
I open my car
and get out the pack of
cigarettes I had forgotten,
and you thought
I was going somewhere …
#relationships
228 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2017 7:14am
21st Apr 2017 7:14am
For the love of Clematis
I plow my hands
in furrows
and turn the soil,
The naked guarder
came over the fence
and ran through
the moonlight,
and then the clematis,
Tongue-twisted
blind and crazy,
He said the soil was in love.
in furrows
and turn the soil,
The naked guarder
came over the fence
and ran through
the moonlight,
and then the clematis,
Tongue-twisted
blind and crazy,
He said the soil was in love.
453 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2017 6:28am
24th Mar 2017 6:28am
Moon Crescent
I heard you come to the door and whistle.
I bet that was you.
And the moon grinned.
I bet that was you.
And the moon grinned.
565 reads
8 Comments
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