Submissions by WillowsWhimsies
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
At one time also known here as TimidlyTemped and FromtheAsh. All voices of the same soul. Only one voice needed now. Also recently one of the voices for the now defunct Confluence account.
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 4:35pm
Yesterday 4:35pm
mental overdrive
silence is a mythical creature
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
Pegasus in flight on a starry night
clouds always obscuring it from my sight
{& all that romantic crap}
such beasts rarely descend into my chaotic realm
sleep is a wildscape of dreaming
wakefulness a cacophony
it's been...a few sleepless darks...& counting
eyes open but unseeing
desperate for respite
as words...questions...memories
rattle around the birdcage of my mind
dust kicked up by their turbulent beating
& I struggle to focus on breathing
not as easy as you'd think ...
#anxiety
#confessional
#insomnia
42 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:00pm
3rd Mar 2025 10:00pm
meadow predators
the thing to remember
about wolves
sleek beasts that they are
is that sheep
don't see their teeth
until they're going for the throat
about wolves
sleek beasts that they are
is that sheep
don't see their teeth
until they're going for the throat
#dark
#humankind
#TruthOfLife
100 reads
22 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2025 3:09pm
28th Feb 2025 3:09pm
con-verse-ly complex
the waves of these waters cresting white
caught in the beauty of rising tide
cascade
we are more than our nocturnal wandering
more than our creaking bones
more than the blood singing through our veins
we are ancient new-borns
eyes barely open on a new day
new dawn
& we wander these moonlit paths
beasts seeking sanctuary
succor & tranquility
with thunder rumbling through our souls
lightning flaring from hungry tongues
calling through rivers & streams
kindred spirit beckoning home ...
caught in the beauty of rising tide
cascade
we are more than our nocturnal wandering
more than our creaking bones
more than the blood singing through our veins
we are ancient new-borns
eyes barely open on a new day
new dawn
& we wander these moonlit paths
beasts seeking sanctuary
succor & tranquility
with thunder rumbling through our souls
lightning flaring from hungry tongues
calling through rivers & streams
kindred spirit beckoning home ...
#gratitude
#inspirational
#MyInspiration
#passion
#WritingPoetry
127 reads
20 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2025 10:11pm
25th Feb 2025 10:11pm
incalculable price tag...
it blows my mind
how offended y'all are
at my being "woke"
it does beg the question though
& I gotta know...
how does it feel to be owned...?
how offended y'all are
at my being "woke"
it does beg the question though
& I gotta know...
how does it feel to be owned...?
#disappointment
#greed
#hate
168 reads
20 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2025 2:17pm
22nd Feb 2025 2:17pm
treetop drops
as wind whispers
of yesterdays best forgotten
mind recoils
clutching...
at the delicate branches
...of survival
remembrance is a bitch
fingernails down window panes
...the pain...
of lullabies gone awry
& when that bough broke
it was one helluva fall
~~~
~~
~
of yesterdays best forgotten
mind recoils
clutching...
at the delicate branches
...of survival
remembrance is a bitch
fingernails down window panes
...the pain...
of lullabies gone awry
& when that bough broke
it was one helluva fall
~~~
~~
~
#abuse
#childhood
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
160 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 1:09am
18th Feb 2025 1:09am
unzipped lips
I'm still getting used to this
releasing thoughts freely & without pause
I let them blow
& the old me reaches up
tickling the back of my mind
are you sure you didn't just overstep?
but then I remember...
overstepping is how we get out of the box
& I'm tired of being crated & labeled
harmless
so I let 'er rip
giving voice to what's always been present
scratching like sandpaper of coarse grit
burning my imprisoning throat
begging to get out
I've always had a lot to say
just too...
releasing thoughts freely & without pause
I let them blow
& the old me reaches up
tickling the back of my mind
are you sure you didn't just overstep?
but then I remember...
overstepping is how we get out of the box
& I'm tired of being crated & labeled
harmless
so I let 'er rip
giving voice to what's always been present
scratching like sandpaper of coarse grit
burning my imprisoning throat
begging to get out
I've always had a lot to say
just too...
#corruption
#deception
#honesty #rebellion
#honesty #rebellion
152 reads
20 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Feb 2025 12:25pm
14th Feb 2025 12:25pm
honoring 2 hearts
I've never been entirely comfortable with traditionally romantic gestures
even when I was emotionally invested
a bouquet brings me sadness
as they arrive already dying
wilting on their severed stems
dinner for two in a fancy restaurant
makes me feel like I'm in a spotlight
more than a little awkward
I love you
...means no more on any given day
...than it does on the next
just be sure if you feel it...
...it's already been said
but there are 2 traditions I partake in
only meaningful to me ...
even when I was emotionally invested
a bouquet brings me sadness
as they arrive already dying
wilting on their severed stems
dinner for two in a fancy restaurant
makes me feel like I'm in a spotlight
more than a little awkward
I love you
...means no more on any given day
...than it does on the next
just be sure if you feel it...
...it's already been said
but there are 2 traditions I partake in
only meaningful to me ...
#confessional
#family
#love
121 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Feb 2025 5:30pm
9th Feb 2025 5:30pm
watch your six...
I'm not much
...at first glance
quiet
plain Jane
just a house mouse
past my youth
so they ignore me
look right past...
counting me out of the fight
...fools
let me tell you
what this disregarded observer sees
while they're overlooking little ol' me
knowledge is power...
so they stunt our education
making it easier to spoon feed the masses
lies they've disguised as reality
pap with no actual nutrients
the sheep will eat it up
& ask for seconds
they view diversity... ...
...at first glance
quiet
plain Jane
just a house mouse
past my youth
so they ignore me
look right past...
counting me out of the fight
...fools
let me tell you
what this disregarded observer sees
while they're overlooking little ol' me
knowledge is power...
so they stunt our education
making it easier to spoon feed the masses
lies they've disguised as reality
pap with no actual nutrients
the sheep will eat it up
& ask for seconds
they view diversity... ...
#confessional
#honesty
#power
190 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2025 3:02am
2nd Feb 2025 3:02am
journey journal...
these pages mark the passing of my life
the lessons & leanings
what I learn about myself
my sanctuary
where I tattoo all my pain in a flood of ink
in this ever growing volume of me
safe to express
without seeing judgment in...
...or rolling of...
...the witnessing eyes
& I wonder sometimes
what will become of these fragile chapters
my thoughts...my aches...my dreams...
when they're all that's left of me
will they read them & finally comprehend
who I really am
or would it be best...
...to simply...
the lessons & leanings
what I learn about myself
my sanctuary
where I tattoo all my pain in a flood of ink
in this ever growing volume of me
safe to express
without seeing judgment in...
...or rolling of...
...the witnessing eyes
& I wonder sometimes
what will become of these fragile chapters
my thoughts...my aches...my dreams...
when they're all that's left of me
will they read them & finally comprehend
who I really am
or would it be best...
...to simply...
#confessional
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
192 reads
23 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2025 6:39pm
27th Jan 2025 6:39pm
demo crew on standby
grandpa was a master builder
building with an eye for expansion
for growth & adaptation
to support many generations
none of those short-sighted greed-blinded mansions
20 rooms for one dude
he was a man for every season
& I paid attention
as current events expose a rotten foundation
I'm reminded of his philosophy
when the integrity of a structure
is no longer sound
tear it down
don't leave it standing
causing further dangers
pay attention to the issues
& don't repeat them
construct it...
building with an eye for expansion
for growth & adaptation
to support many generations
none of those short-sighted greed-blinded mansions
20 rooms for one dude
he was a man for every season
& I paid attention
as current events expose a rotten foundation
I'm reminded of his philosophy
when the integrity of a structure
is no longer sound
tear it down
don't leave it standing
causing further dangers
pay attention to the issues
& don't repeat them
construct it...
#corruption
#greed
#inequality
180 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
declaration of independence
(Visual)
#confessional
#healing
#SelfWorth #uplifting
#SelfWorth #uplifting
250 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 8:18pm
1st Jan 2025 8:18pm
bottlecap: troublesome waters
last time I found myself in this position
his arrogance was...unintentionally...triggered
can you believe he actually growled
where's my poem
you shoulda been thinking about me
you gotta do better
& I know what he means
I don't make demands or set terms
that's not who I am
but I don't make him guess either
I simply take a sip...(or two)...as suits my mood
& strip all inhibitions
showing him my...indecent inclinations
he's fully aware what happens when I'm in this...condition
walls drop & quiver as I shiver all...
his arrogance was...unintentionally...triggered
can you believe he actually growled
where's my poem
you shoulda been thinking about me
you gotta do better
& I know what he means
I don't make demands or set terms
that's not who I am
but I don't make him guess either
I simply take a sip...(or two)...as suits my mood
& strip all inhibitions
showing him my...indecent inclinations
he's fully aware what happens when I'm in this...condition
walls drop & quiver as I shiver all...
#alcohol
#lover
#passion
256 reads
11 Comments
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