Submissions by Umm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Shy, artsy, love to read,.. occasionally I even write ^~^
18/03/2021
much like the shameless sun
which sets withought the slightest twinge of remorse
you shall press hearts like spring flowers
in a book, steadily decorating its chapters
at most a glimmer of color
your only farewell
which sets withought the slightest twinge of remorse
you shall press hearts like spring flowers
in a book, steadily decorating its chapters
at most a glimmer of color
your only farewell
#love
80 reads
7 Comments
Oath
From now on I will be good,
sow seeds of daisies and daffodils
into the bedrock of this war.
Nurture vitality from ash.
I will grow love in the pit of my
stomach, in the back of my mouth.
When you kiss me, you'll find god.
& this glass,
will no longer be half empty or full,
but just a glass
cheers.
sow seeds of daisies and daffodils
into the bedrock of this war.
Nurture vitality from ash.
I will grow love in the pit of my
stomach, in the back of my mouth.
When you kiss me, you'll find god.
& this glass,
will no longer be half empty or full,
but just a glass
cheers.
#love
#relationships
#romantic #bittersweet
#romantic #bittersweet
394 reads
42 Comments
Feb. 12. 2020
And just like a warm breeze, I felt you.
Let the storm of you wash over me,
temper me, and eventually
let the love wash away too.
Let the storm of you wash over me,
temper me, and eventually
let the love wash away too.
#forgiveness
615 reads
35 Comments
2/08/2019
(you said i was a gift, the universe owed you one)
cover my eyes with daisies,
make me feel like i'm choking on daffodils
say "thank you; you may have her back now"
cover my eyes with daisies,
make me feel like i'm choking on daffodils
say "thank you; you may have her back now"
#love
1168 reads
49 Comments
winter birds
One of the sparrow's tiny legs hung like a broken branch from halfway up its length, I found myself no longer comfortable taking pictures of the dear creature, albeit he seemed as undaunted..as single-mindedly focused on filling up his downy tummy as his comrades (if not more so)
#animals
#birds
785 reads
37 Comments
on becoming a monument
He said this place has grown old & I have grown old with it as we walked into the deep and shallow sea
...
life feels so full, yet there doesn't seem to be much to write about
...
life feels so full, yet there doesn't seem to be much to write about
#art
793 reads
35 Comments
..
Sometimes I feel like my heart's about to explode
and I might die in his presence
and how embarrassing would that be..
and I might die in his presence
and how embarrassing would that be..
1402 reads
48 Comments
No..
If I was a sunflower
And you were the sun
I'd refuse to bloom
And you were the sun
I'd refuse to bloom
#flowers
#nature
1643 reads
82 Comments
a prose poem
I will trade warmth for safety
this nothing for a better nothing
a less painful nothing
where forgiveness is no longer
an option and mistakes
aren't possible
(photo by me)
this nothing for a better nothing
a less painful nothing
where forgiveness is no longer
an option and mistakes
aren't possible
(photo by me)
1360 reads
35 Comments
laze
Warm Colorado evening.
Unseen mountains looming beyond cheap motel walls.
The dust, the clouds, the setting sun...drifting slowly in different directions.
The only skeleton i carry with me is my own.
Unseen mountains looming beyond cheap motel walls.
The dust, the clouds, the setting sun...drifting slowly in different directions.
The only skeleton i carry with me is my own.
1289 reads
39 Comments
October
The water was whatever color the sky was, but greener, and the trees were black.
Memories, like the shadows of trees, wash over me as we walk. She tells me about her dog, boyfriend and the house they're building. I tell her about my rabbit, books and more books, the ones im reading and want to read, as if they matter. We're so different and the same, when she talks it reminds me of the way I talk, & I can hardly talk about anything important without the cold wind laying its icy hands on my throat.
She doesn't seem to mind the silences.
Memories, like the shadows of trees, wash over me as we walk. She tells me about her dog, boyfriend and the house they're building. I tell her about my rabbit, books and more books, the ones im reading and want to read, as if they matter. We're so different and the same, when she talks it reminds me of the way I talk, & I can hardly talk about anything important without the cold wind laying its icy hands on my throat.
She doesn't seem to mind the silences.
1425 reads
43 Comments
the woes of...
never mind
(sketch by me :) ..ref: The Horse Fair by Bonheur)
(sketch by me :) ..ref: The Horse Fair by Bonheur)
1235 reads
30 Comments
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