Submissions by Thetravelingfairy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Come sail my ocean and we'll drown togetherA delicately dainty quill, doused in the darker depths of my heart
SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2022 6:26pm
6th Apr 2022 6:26pm
periwinkle
she is
periwinkle blue
delicate, fragile
enchanting too
how rare to find
a color her kind
the sort of presence you can’t ignore
as if she’s planted love inside
she grows alone, it’s how she likes it
a treasure’s defined by its ability to hide
keeps you curious, perhaps confused sometimes
so very hard to track her creative mind
an unlikely hue
mysterious, enigmatic
yet sweet
even adorable, as little petals bloom
competing with the leaves
that seem to swallow her
...
periwinkle blue
delicate, fragile
enchanting too
how rare to find
a color her kind
the sort of presence you can’t ignore
as if she’s planted love inside
she grows alone, it’s how she likes it
a treasure’s defined by its ability to hide
keeps you curious, perhaps confused sometimes
so very hard to track her creative mind
an unlikely hue
mysterious, enigmatic
yet sweet
even adorable, as little petals bloom
competing with the leaves
that seem to swallow her
...
#beauty
#flowers
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
452 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2022 7:15pm
3rd Apr 2022 7:15pm
Maple Tree
Maple tree
Piling up
The remnants
Of who she was
Scattered all around
Some in mounds
Some flew higher
Away from hands
Above their heads
Who tear the edges
Of her past beauties
Swaying branches
Violently
In October showers
Cannot stop
The kids from jumping
Into her mess below
Crying as November sneaks
Knowing all her leaves
Will be a memory
Forcing her to
Embrace the chill
And grow
Until new buds
Emerge in spring.
Piling up
The remnants
Of who she was
Scattered all around
Some in mounds
Some flew higher
Away from hands
Above their heads
Who tear the edges
Of her past beauties
Swaying branches
Violently
In October showers
Cannot stop
The kids from jumping
Into her mess below
Crying as November sneaks
Knowing all her leaves
Will be a memory
Forcing her to
Embrace the chill
And grow
Until new buds
Emerge in spring.
#sadness
#forest
#trees
#myself
#MovingOn
429 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2022 7:00pm
18th Feb 2022 7:00pm
Imprisonment
If I
Plead innocent
“Let them go!”
All the words stuck behind
Lipstick walls
And memories jailed inside
Eyelid bars
Would you unlock the chains
That bind abuse
In metallic link?
Would you guard the cell, with your life?
Or would you be the judge that sentences the death penalty?
For who’s the prisoner, and who’s imprisoning?
Plead innocent
“Let them go!”
All the words stuck behind
Lipstick walls
And memories jailed inside
Eyelid bars
Would you unlock the chains
That bind abuse
In metallic link?
Would you guard the cell, with your life?
Or would you be the judge that sentences the death penalty?
For who’s the prisoner, and who’s imprisoning?
#dark
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#prison
#escape
487 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2022 8:48pm
30th Jan 2022 8:48pm
Mindset
My mind is like a sunset
A buildup of thoughts, scattered
Like stratus on the horizon
Dark and gloom for morning and noon
Until dusk spikes my mood
And paints the corners of my imagination
In plum, magenta, and topaz ray
So beautiful, it can stop traffic
But only for a moment
Such beauty is lost, a painful cost
For being raw and true
And suddenly, my hues
Have reverted, to polluted gray.
A buildup of thoughts, scattered
Like stratus on the horizon
Dark and gloom for morning and noon
Until dusk spikes my mood
And paints the corners of my imagination
In plum, magenta, and topaz ray
So beautiful, it can stop traffic
But only for a moment
Such beauty is lost, a painful cost
For being raw and true
And suddenly, my hues
Have reverted, to polluted gray.
#sun
#myself
#SelfReflection
399 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2022 1:28am
26th Jan 2022 1:28am
Waves
I quite believe that people
Are like crashing breakers in the sea
They rise, they fall, they lose themselves..
Disappearing into the ocean blue
Some will sink
A few will drown
Fighters find the shore’s ground
Are like crashing breakers in the sea
They rise, they fall, they lose themselves..
Disappearing into the ocean blue
Some will sink
A few will drown
Fighters find the shore’s ground
#identity
#inspirational
#sea
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
826 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jan 2022 11:50pm
24th Jan 2022 11:50pm
Leather and Lace
When we meet
It’s like leather and lace
As you pin my body
Under your heavy fabric
There’s something about
The way you hold me
As you undress
And undo my satin bow
It’s only the beginning
Of our fashion show
I touch your chest
I kiss each weathered edge
And you love it
Though I am small and delicate
I make you beg
Like a puppy for a treat
You can’t resist docile tongue
And I know where to eat
Yes, you are leather
And I am lace
And when it’s your turn
To finger my ruffles ...
It’s like leather and lace
As you pin my body
Under your heavy fabric
There’s something about
The way you hold me
As you undress
And undo my satin bow
It’s only the beginning
Of our fashion show
I touch your chest
I kiss each weathered edge
And you love it
Though I am small and delicate
I make you beg
Like a puppy for a treat
You can’t resist docile tongue
And I know where to eat
Yes, you are leather
And I am lace
And when it’s your turn
To finger my ruffles ...
#love
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
#sensual
868 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2021 5:56pm
23rd Dec 2021 5:56pm
golden treasure
may she find someone
who can dive in cold water
who calls for her, like a siren’s song
who braves the waves beyond a safer shore, to
hold her, like an ocean holds a shipwreck
and love her, like golden treasure
who can dive in cold water
who calls for her, like a siren’s song
who braves the waves beyond a safer shore, to
hold her, like an ocean holds a shipwreck
and love her, like golden treasure
#love
#motivational
#sea
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
402 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
19th Dec 2021 7:16pm
19th Dec 2021 7:16pm
A Little too Deep
Her
Words
Are
Slicing
Through
My
Head
Every
Ankle
Wrist
And
Thigh
Is
Red
How
Much
Deeper
Until
My
Anointed
Bed
Words
Are
Slicing
Through
My
Head
Every
Ankle
Wrist
And
Thigh
Is
Red
How
Much
Deeper
Until
My
Anointed
Bed
#depression
#dark
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#hurt
581 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2021 00:10am
14th Dec 2021 00:10am
When Clouds Fall
how does it feel
to be rained on?
it’s heavy and slow..
one day, i’ll manage
to take up my umbrella
and make rainbows
they tell me to “dance in the rain”
but who can move
under the weather?
sometimes, i watch them
stormy and dark
how they ache
it hurts to carry that weight..
even they break in thunderous cries
drops of tears, flood from the skies
they must release, to lighten the load
before they explode
will it stop?
i can’t take this at all.. ...
to be rained on?
it’s heavy and slow..
one day, i’ll manage
to take up my umbrella
and make rainbows
they tell me to “dance in the rain”
but who can move
under the weather?
sometimes, i watch them
stormy and dark
how they ache
it hurts to carry that weight..
even they break in thunderous cries
drops of tears, flood from the skies
they must release, to lighten the load
before they explode
will it stop?
i can’t take this at all.. ...
#sadness
#depression
#loneliness
#clouds
#rain
339 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Dec 2021 10:28pm
12th Dec 2021 10:28pm
The Machine
With anger, I succumb to the machine
I can feel the creak of sprockets affray
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
It’s the machine’s automatic routine
To manipulate my skeletal clay
With anger, I succumb to the machine
No filthy steam, no bloodstained rust will clean
Chained, I remain, as I watch the display
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
With pounding fists and an alarming scream
Mending mechanics oil the passageway
With anger, I succumb to the machine
It’s the machine’s diabolical scheme ...
I can feel the creak of sprockets affray
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
It’s the machine’s automatic routine
To manipulate my skeletal clay
With anger, I succumb to the machine
No filthy steam, no bloodstained rust will clean
Chained, I remain, as I watch the display
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
With pounding fists and an alarming scream
Mending mechanics oil the passageway
With anger, I succumb to the machine
It’s the machine’s diabolical scheme ...
#anger
#dark
#TruthOfLife
#suffering
#villanelle
245 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Dec 2021 10:27pm
12th Dec 2021 10:27pm
The Tunnel
there is a tunnel
where she sings
as light enters
to kiss her rose stained cheeks
brightness echos
through her tunnel
where freedom rings
there is a tunnel
where she sleeps
when storms trap her
in a winter freeze
a tunnel only there
to keep her golden hair
dry, but never clean
there is a tunnel
that locks her voice in
that doesn’t let the light in
a tunnel that compels a cry
built to break her
and watch her die
it gets her, every time
because she...
where she sings
as light enters
to kiss her rose stained cheeks
brightness echos
through her tunnel
where freedom rings
there is a tunnel
where she sleeps
when storms trap her
in a winter freeze
a tunnel only there
to keep her golden hair
dry, but never clean
there is a tunnel
that locks her voice in
that doesn’t let the light in
a tunnel that compels a cry
built to break her
and watch her die
it gets her, every time
because she...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
609 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Dec 2021 10:05am
11th Dec 2021 10:05am
Plaything
You, my dear
Are nothing
But a toy..
A doll...
Or more,
A plaything.
What more is treasure,
Than an item that’s forgotten?
Buried to rot under saltwater,
Begging to be uncovered.
But
Playthings, honey
Never get lost easy.
You are destined for the junkyard
Let me tell you how it starts:
You let the smile rust,
And the body starts to filth
You’ve given up.
Why would anyone choose
To turn to dust?
You’ve been broken enough times
As if you’re addicted to someone else’s...
Are nothing
But a toy..
A doll...
Or more,
A plaything.
What more is treasure,
Than an item that’s forgotten?
Buried to rot under saltwater,
Begging to be uncovered.
But
Playthings, honey
Never get lost easy.
You are destined for the junkyard
Let me tell you how it starts:
You let the smile rust,
And the body starts to filth
You’ve given up.
Why would anyone choose
To turn to dust?
You’ve been broken enough times
As if you’re addicted to someone else’s...
#dark
#identity
#abuse
#hurt
#manipulation
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