Submissions by Virginiapetal
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I only write to rid myself of the fevers that plague my soul.
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 11:49pm
12th Feb 2015 11:49pm
Ex Husband Ruminations
It’s strange to me
To have no internal stirrings
No want for you
No need for you
Nothing but irritation
To think...
For many tired years
I shared your lonely bed
Doggedly baked you doughy cookies,
Soft and warm in the middle
Just how you preferred them.
Brushed your crumbs from the table,
Lovingly washed the marinara
From your porcelain dinner plates
Gave you the children you
Felt completed your quest
Into adulthood.
Now you stand before me
Puffy faced and insolent
And I struggle to...
To have no internal stirrings
No want for you
No need for you
Nothing but irritation
To think...
For many tired years
I shared your lonely bed
Doggedly baked you doughy cookies,
Soft and warm in the middle
Just how you preferred them.
Brushed your crumbs from the table,
Lovingly washed the marinara
From your porcelain dinner plates
Gave you the children you
Felt completed your quest
Into adulthood.
Now you stand before me
Puffy faced and insolent
And I struggle to...
898 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2015 7:46pm
10th Feb 2015 7:46pm
With a Name like Graham....
I have seen you walk into
A room with so much swag
And highbrow snobbery
That even the innocent air
Around you reeks your turgid,
Overblown musk.
I am ready to fumigate.
Cleanse the transparent vapors
Of my self esteem
That you came in
And tried to wisp off
With your arrogant criticisms.
Tomorrow when you come in to see me,
Like you always do,
I believe I am
Going to actually puke
This time,
On your lunch,
Or your papers,
Just going to the publisher, you say,
And perhaps you will begin to...
A room with so much swag
And highbrow snobbery
That even the innocent air
Around you reeks your turgid,
Overblown musk.
I am ready to fumigate.
Cleanse the transparent vapors
Of my self esteem
That you came in
And tried to wisp off
With your arrogant criticisms.
Tomorrow when you come in to see me,
Like you always do,
I believe I am
Going to actually puke
This time,
On your lunch,
Or your papers,
Just going to the publisher, you say,
And perhaps you will begin to...
811 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2015 3:13pm
6th Feb 2015 3:13pm
She
I don’t recognize you anymore
Still the girl hunched over books
Wearing a sloppy ponytail
All in black
Your face still lights up when you come
Across something poignantly beautiful
Or refreshingly raw
But you aren’t the same.
A seedy darkness broods over your face
And your dreams are brimming
With horror and gore
Every night, waking you into a
Trembling nervousness
Sending you every morning
Into a sky of looming clouds and
Foggy roads.
I hope you come back again
And see the stars,
Feel the sunlight ...
Still the girl hunched over books
Wearing a sloppy ponytail
All in black
Your face still lights up when you come
Across something poignantly beautiful
Or refreshingly raw
But you aren’t the same.
A seedy darkness broods over your face
And your dreams are brimming
With horror and gore
Every night, waking you into a
Trembling nervousness
Sending you every morning
Into a sky of looming clouds and
Foggy roads.
I hope you come back again
And see the stars,
Feel the sunlight ...
844 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 6:47pm
4th Feb 2015 6:47pm
Waiting for this Death
I do not feel you anymore.
Your thoughts are as distant
As the strange, eccentric shafts
Of moonlight.
Your touch no longer
Animates my soul
But rather, seems foreign
And fragile; lackluster incantations.
I wait for you in an empty room
With empty expectations.
I wait for you
With a death bell clutched between my fingers
Furtively waiting
To ring in the death
Of this affair.
Your thoughts are as distant
As the strange, eccentric shafts
Of moonlight.
Your touch no longer
Animates my soul
But rather, seems foreign
And fragile; lackluster incantations.
I wait for you in an empty room
With empty expectations.
I wait for you
With a death bell clutched between my fingers
Furtively waiting
To ring in the death
Of this affair.
798 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Jan 2015 10:02pm
29th Jan 2015 10:02pm
Pink Satin
To my chagrin
I am in
A mood of sin
Unrest akin
To Shakespeare’s pen,
Of patience thin
These thoughts again
Of scented skin
A hard extend
Entering deep within
Slick slit satin
That I could contend
With
Masterful skill.
I am in
A mood of sin
Unrest akin
To Shakespeare’s pen,
Of patience thin
These thoughts again
Of scented skin
A hard extend
Entering deep within
Slick slit satin
That I could contend
With
Masterful skill.
1071 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2015 11:26pm
28th Jan 2015 11:26pm
Just another dead cat
On the side of the road
Wrapped in white and black fur
Because someone hit the cat
And left him there
For the children to see
Horror and gore
For the passerby
Except the ones that
Can’t relate
To a cat
Or to death
Or the lonely pangs
Of a child’s loss
Just another casualty
That if you really want to know,
Is no different from.
What will eventually,
Be your own.
Wrapped in white and black fur
Because someone hit the cat
And left him there
For the children to see
Horror and gore
For the passerby
Except the ones that
Can’t relate
To a cat
Or to death
Or the lonely pangs
Of a child’s loss
Just another casualty
That if you really want to know,
Is no different from.
What will eventually,
Be your own.
700 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2015 8:19pm
26th Jan 2015 8:19pm
Spread
You coolly stand in front of me,
Pressing me with your
Hard, sterile gaze.
I really hate
Your superfluous ego,
I really hate
You.
And yet
You could too easily
Slide back in
Coil your arms
Around my waist,
Touch your moist and icy
Lips against my throat
Slip your forked tongue into my mouth;
My body would become inflamed
Hot and Reckless
With desire
And with buttery knees
Slippery limbs
I would succumb
Give in to you
Give all to you
I will
Never be free.
Pressing me with your
Hard, sterile gaze.
I really hate
Your superfluous ego,
I really hate
You.
And yet
You could too easily
Slide back in
Coil your arms
Around my waist,
Touch your moist and icy
Lips against my throat
Slip your forked tongue into my mouth;
My body would become inflamed
Hot and Reckless
With desire
And with buttery knees
Slippery limbs
I would succumb
Give in to you
Give all to you
I will
Never be free.
852 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2015 9:16pm
22nd Jan 2015 9:16pm
Little Brother
You’re still hurting
Much more than I imagined.
I wish I could reach over
And touch your heart,
Put something in it
To make it beat like it used to
And bring the light back into your eyes.
We all have cracks in our world
But yours are deeper
Darker
And buries incurable tragedies.
I would offer you my hand
And lead you to life;
But I don't know
the way.
Much more than I imagined.
I wish I could reach over
And touch your heart,
Put something in it
To make it beat like it used to
And bring the light back into your eyes.
We all have cracks in our world
But yours are deeper
Darker
And buries incurable tragedies.
I would offer you my hand
And lead you to life;
But I don't know
the way.
740 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2015 7:49pm
20th Jan 2015 7:49pm
Are you a sex addict?
I’m not going to tell you I enjoyed it
I’m not going to say that I even wanted it
It just happened.
And after it happened I sat in my car
Asking myself through an empty gaze
Through the empty spaces in front of me
if all that really happened
Perhaps I created that out of nothing,
I wish I had.
I wish you had never seen me
And come to my office and
Did the things you did
Because I didn’t know you
And you didn’t know me.
And now I cannot shake the
Nihility you have created
“Are you a sex addict?”
You ask ...
I’m not going to say that I even wanted it
It just happened.
And after it happened I sat in my car
Asking myself through an empty gaze
Through the empty spaces in front of me
if all that really happened
Perhaps I created that out of nothing,
I wish I had.
I wish you had never seen me
And come to my office and
Did the things you did
Because I didn’t know you
And you didn’t know me.
And now I cannot shake the
Nihility you have created
“Are you a sex addict?”
You ask ...
1073 reads
15 Comments
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