Submissions by SophiaGrace (Mara)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm thirty-seven, yet feel ninety. I write to remember what it all felt like. Lol
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2019 7:08am
6th May 2019 7:08am
Sunday Best
Church pews, sunshine
Dinners ready, chickens fried
Children laughing, momma's singin'
Dogs a barkin', grandpa's swingin'
Anyone seen Hannah?
Oh, she's down at the creek
Castin' a line, dippin' her feet.
Watermelons drippin' sticky
Ya'll lick them fingers, don't be picky!
Southern hospitality, come be our guest
Six more days to Sundays rest.
Dinners ready, chickens fried
Children laughing, momma's singin'
Dogs a barkin', grandpa's swingin'
Anyone seen Hannah?
Oh, she's down at the creek
Castin' a line, dippin' her feet.
Watermelons drippin' sticky
Ya'll lick them fingers, don't be picky!
Southern hospitality, come be our guest
Six more days to Sundays rest.
#love
#family
#home #faith
#home #faith
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2019 6:40pm
5th May 2019 6:40pm
Pity Party
Eyes swollen, fingers searching for solace.
Mascara smeared into pinks' "everybody smile" superficial invitation that's carefully brushed across my cheeks...my face is tired.
Can I just BE for a moment?
Submerged in liquid black, screaming to the heavens of misplaced judgments, searching for Godly justification to not be alone.
Overcoming flesh is Gold?
Overcoming flesh is Hell.
If Virtues' price is "far above rubies", then I am coal inflamed, with only ashes for confetti.
Mascara smeared into pinks' "everybody smile" superficial invitation that's carefully brushed across my cheeks...my face is tired.
Can I just BE for a moment?
Submerged in liquid black, screaming to the heavens of misplaced judgments, searching for Godly justification to not be alone.
Overcoming flesh is Gold?
Overcoming flesh is Hell.
If Virtues' price is "far above rubies", then I am coal inflamed, with only ashes for confetti.
#anger
#love
#hurt
355 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2019 7:41am
5th May 2019 7:41am
Excuse Me "Poe"
True, sweet "nothing's" her heart may tend to recite...
But if it's "proof" that you seek, she'd rather take her own life.
Her butterflies are demons in a Midsummer Nights hell, who are you to put a value on emotion... whats fake what's real?
By all means judge the scars that line her "God forsaken" wrists, and all the dark she's ever known, Satan's plot with mans twist.
Then go screw yourself with your egotistical fuse...
She doesnt write to be your siren, your seduction... your muse.
Her pen is her escape, and you my friend a selfish prick.
Guess she...
But if it's "proof" that you seek, she'd rather take her own life.
Her butterflies are demons in a Midsummer Nights hell, who are you to put a value on emotion... whats fake what's real?
By all means judge the scars that line her "God forsaken" wrists, and all the dark she's ever known, Satan's plot with mans twist.
Then go screw yourself with your egotistical fuse...
She doesnt write to be your siren, your seduction... your muse.
Her pen is her escape, and you my friend a selfish prick.
Guess she...
#anger
#love
#hurt
424 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st May 2019 8:09pm
1st May 2019 8:09pm
Stealing Kisses
I love when your lips part mine.
It's as if heaven almost manifests itself in my stomach.
Blow now like you do..
God the warmth of your essence radiating down into my lungs until every butterfly funnels to my head in a drunken bliss.
You can steal my kisses anytime.
It's as if heaven almost manifests itself in my stomach.
Blow now like you do..
God the warmth of your essence radiating down into my lungs until every butterfly funnels to my head in a drunken bliss.
You can steal my kisses anytime.
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Mar 2019 2:57am
28th Mar 2019 2:57am
Summer Blues
I close my eyes and drift away..
The warm sun sending my eyelids into a heavy slumber.
If it were possible to remove this yoke of gravity, I'd let this warm breeze dance with my listless body.
And yet...here still I lay
Cotton dress against blue-grey skies, as golden strands worship in waves the God of heaven.
I too worship the God of Heaven, but in this moment I day dream in flesh, where alone needs her Adam...for even Adam had Eve.
What have I done so wrong in this life?
Or is this also vanity and ego speaking?
Do you know God, I...
The warm sun sending my eyelids into a heavy slumber.
If it were possible to remove this yoke of gravity, I'd let this warm breeze dance with my listless body.
And yet...here still I lay
Cotton dress against blue-grey skies, as golden strands worship in waves the God of heaven.
I too worship the God of Heaven, but in this moment I day dream in flesh, where alone needs her Adam...for even Adam had Eve.
What have I done so wrong in this life?
Or is this also vanity and ego speaking?
Do you know God, I...
#love
681 reads
9 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2019 8:07am
25th Mar 2019 8:07am
Pharisees
You kiss his face to give the sign, not knowing he's aware
But your heart can't hide, the truth that lies, within your soulless stare
So bow your head and pay your dues, try to buy yourself some time
"Ye HYPOCRITES" in fancy clothes and the "spotless" cars you drive
No room for dirt, no room for dark, as ego takes the lead
We thank you for your words, we thank you for your shine...now move over so we can see
For the Son of God is coming back, with a shout he'll recompense
To the "Sons of Perdition" who took it all, and forgot to pay their...
But your heart can't hide, the truth that lies, within your soulless stare
So bow your head and pay your dues, try to buy yourself some time
"Ye HYPOCRITES" in fancy clothes and the "spotless" cars you drive
No room for dirt, no room for dark, as ego takes the lead
We thank you for your words, we thank you for your shine...now move over so we can see
For the Son of God is coming back, with a shout he'll recompense
To the "Sons of Perdition" who took it all, and forgot to pay their...
#God
#devil
#angels
507 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2019 7:46am
25th Mar 2019 7:46am
Wicked
Wicked eyes with motives deep
Smiling lips through evil seeps
Witches fight over beautiful heart
Do we smile and give her love, or shall we rip her apart?
Let's use her forgiveness, we know she won't speak
We'll laugh as she cries from turning the cheek
At the point of death we'll revive her again
To make sure she knows we were never her friend
Smiling lips through evil seeps
Witches fight over beautiful heart
Do we smile and give her love, or shall we rip her apart?
Let's use her forgiveness, we know she won't speak
We'll laugh as she cries from turning the cheek
At the point of death we'll revive her again
To make sure she knows we were never her friend
#betrayal
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