Submissions by Zenisith (Zweig)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been writing poems for about a five-ish now but I'm still quite unfamiliar to this. Would love to learn from more experienced poets. I am not that well-versed in English as it is not my native language so any help is appreciated. :)
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jan 2024 8:04am
9th Jan 2024 8:04am
Purebred
I fear that I will always love like a dog.
I fear that I will always sit at your door waiting —
fresh kill in between my jaws
— my canines sunk into the poor thing’s flesh.
“Look at me, I am here. I love you, I bring you kill.”
I fear that I will always love like a dog.
I fear that what we share in temperament —
the quick bite, the quick thrill
— is also what we share in doom.
“We are cut from the same cloth, mirroring one another. your past and my future.”
I fear that I will always love like a dog.
I fear that when the time...
I fear that I will always sit at your door waiting —
fresh kill in between my jaws
— my canines sunk into the poor thing’s flesh.
“Look at me, I am here. I love you, I bring you kill.”
I fear that I will always love like a dog.
I fear that what we share in temperament —
the quick bite, the quick thrill
— is also what we share in doom.
“We are cut from the same cloth, mirroring one another. your past and my future.”
I fear that I will always love like a dog.
I fear that when the time...
#anxiety
#love
#dogs #SelfReflection
#dogs #SelfReflection
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9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2022 9:57am
19th May 2022 9:57am
Pale Moonlight
The sun’s embers shroud her,
like flames, with golden light
while playful rays of sunshine dance around
in the dim shelter of my room.
Smelling of sweet plum perfume,
her lithe figure moves smoothly
like a swan taking flight—
as she dances to the low melody of the radio.
The sun doesn’t kiss me,
graze my skin, or touch me
—and yet I long for her warmth
during the cold dark nights.
like flames, with golden light
while playful rays of sunshine dance around
in the dim shelter of my room.
Smelling of sweet plum perfume,
her lithe figure moves smoothly
like a swan taking flight—
as she dances to the low melody of the radio.
The sun doesn’t kiss me,
graze my skin, or touch me
—and yet I long for her warmth
during the cold dark nights.
#happiness
#girlfriend
#lover
390 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th May 2022 9:46am
19th May 2022 9:46am
Acts of service (the fifth child’s lament)
What is left of me to love?
if I have nothing left to do
if I have nothing left to use
if I’m not worth anything to you.
What is my place in the picture?
if I can’t bring anything to the table
if I can’t show that I
am worth the trouble—
Who will wait for me?
Where am I to stand?
What am I?
if I have nothing left to do
if I have nothing left to use
if I’m not worth anything to you.
What is my place in the picture?
if I can’t bring anything to the table
if I can’t show that I
am worth the trouble—
Who will wait for me?
Where am I to stand?
What am I?
#rejection
#father
#suffering
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2022 10:38pm
21st Mar 2022 10:38pm
Detachment and ignorance (long and short)
one’s peace should not invalidate another person’s suffering.”
It doesn’t feel right that I sit in front of my laptop typing away
whilst they fear for their life.
hiding from the Kremlin tyrant and the unpitying thunder of open
fire.
I wish I could do something other than write this poem.
Do something more than next to nothing.
I write poetry in this time of war,
is it comfort and refuge or the ignorant bliss I seek?
The difference lies in the 8,788 kilometers of space.
—between me and the unjust
So I...
It doesn’t feel right that I sit in front of my laptop typing away
whilst they fear for their life.
hiding from the Kremlin tyrant and the unpitying thunder of open
fire.
I wish I could do something other than write this poem.
Do something more than next to nothing.
I write poetry in this time of war,
is it comfort and refuge or the ignorant bliss I seek?
The difference lies in the 8,788 kilometers of space.
—between me and the unjust
So I...
#war
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2022 10:21am
21st Mar 2022 10:21am
Notte Stellata
Swiftly he jumps and lands like a feather,
gliding smoothly and effortless across the sheer ice.
Gracefully leant forward like a blade of grass
bent to the will of the *amihan wind—
with his arms outstretched to the heavens
which perhaps he had once fallen from.
A tender cheek pressed flush onto thigh—
rosy and plush like the velvety material of a small yellow friend,
he rises again with will to challenge a king.
The swan spreads its wings and takes flight.
gliding smoothly and effortless across the sheer ice.
Gracefully leant forward like a blade of grass
bent to the will of the *amihan wind—
with his arms outstretched to the heavens
which perhaps he had once fallen from.
A tender cheek pressed flush onto thigh—
rosy and plush like the velvety material of a small yellow friend,
he rises again with will to challenge a king.
The swan spreads its wings and takes flight.
#beauty
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2022 10:12am
21st Mar 2022 10:12am
Neglect
I am a dog
inside of a hot car
with no way out
no way out—
of this sick summer heat
out of this sweltering cage
out of the blistering embrace
of this plastic metal hell.
I am a dog
inside of a hot car
with no way out,
where are they?
inside of a hot car
with no way out
no way out—
of this sick summer heat
out of this sweltering cage
out of the blistering embrace
of this plastic metal hell.
I am a dog
inside of a hot car
with no way out,
where are they?
#loneliness
#abuse
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2021 2:19pm
10th Nov 2021 2:19pm
Kalabasa ka!
Kakaibang isipin —
na ako
at ang isang kalabasa —
ay maaaring magkatulad.
Kung paano
kami’y kapaki-pakinabang
at walang halaga —
nang sabay.
Ang maalot na —
amoy ng mga langaw
na kumakain sa aking
kahel na laman;
Ay abot sa loob
ng bahay.
Nagrereklamo si
Tatay;
Nandidiri
si Bunso.
Nabigo nanaman si
Nanay.
Nabili raw niya
ito
ng ₱55
per kilo
Ang ganda naman
sana,
Pwedeng ipang okoy
O pang Ginataang gulay. ...
na ako
at ang isang kalabasa —
ay maaaring magkatulad.
Kung paano
kami’y kapaki-pakinabang
at walang halaga —
nang sabay.
Ang maalot na —
amoy ng mga langaw
na kumakain sa aking
kahel na laman;
Ay abot sa loob
ng bahay.
Nagrereklamo si
Tatay;
Nandidiri
si Bunso.
Nabigo nanaman si
Nanay.
Nabili raw niya
ito
ng ₱55
per kilo
Ang ganda naman
sana,
Pwedeng ipang okoy
O pang Ginataang gulay. ...
#childhood
#family
#SelfReflection
#metaphor
#SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Nov 2021 11:57pm
9th Nov 2021 11:57pm
untitled - 06 / 06 / 21
I write poems of things I don’t have,
In these works I pretend I do.
What would it feel like to actually have it ?
I'm too much of a coward,
I'd probably run away from it if they were here.
In these works I pretend I do.
What would it feel like to actually have it ?
I'm too much of a coward,
I'd probably run away from it if they were here.
#SelfReflection
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1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2021 11:52pm
9th Nov 2021 11:52pm
vices
for dad collection - 08 / 16 / 21
It’s strange —
how i used to resent my father
or his vices,
when now
i understand why.
Now,
i understand —
how the smoke embraces you
like a lover
and how
the alcohol — fills in the cracks
like grout .
But then again,
lovers don’t last forever
and tiles
need re-grouting.
It’s strange —
how i used to resent my father
or his vices,
when now
i understand why.
Now,
i understand —
how the smoke embraces you
like a lover
and how
the alcohol — fills in the cracks
like grout .
But then again,
lovers don’t last forever
and tiles
need re-grouting.
#loneliness
#father
297 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jun 2021 1:50am
4th Jun 2021 1:50am
Borrowed Body
I think my bed
Has bed bugs
That writhe and nip at my skin
They crawl under
My flesh
And bury themselves within.
They’ve made me look
Like someone else,
A body im not
Familiar with
Who has
Breasts and hips and legs
That wade the scarlet field beneath her.
She makes me green —
With disgust and
Red with rage but then
She paints me ill.
I want to rip and tear
At her soft
Satin chest...
Has bed bugs
That writhe and nip at my skin
They crawl under
My flesh
And bury themselves within.
They’ve made me look
Like someone else,
A body im not
Familiar with
Who has
Breasts and hips and legs
That wade the scarlet field beneath her.
She makes me green —
With disgust and
Red with rage but then
She paints me ill.
I want to rip and tear
At her soft
Satin chest...
#anger
#hate
#suffering #transgender
#suffering #transgender
313 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2021 3:12pm
13th Mar 2021 3:12pm
Glass
God I get so fucking lonely
my hands feel empty
I start to shake
and my heart shatters.
I want to be held
tightly in your arms,
and told sweet nothings
as you kiss my scars.
Like a shard of glass,
frail and broken.
I just want someone
to hold me,
until they bleed.
my hands feel empty
I start to shake
and my heart shatters.
I want to be held
tightly in your arms,
and told sweet nothings
as you kiss my scars.
Like a shard of glass,
frail and broken.
I just want someone
to hold me,
until they bleed.
#sadness
#love
#loneliness
#girlfriend
#emptiness
516 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2021 6:50am
1st Mar 2021 6:50am
Bench
I wait for the day
Somebody
will sit by my side
on the bench
and we'll gaze upon
the first fiery blooms
of the tall flame tree,
and enjoy the peaceful silence
we'll watch the stars
from the roof above.
And enjoy
each others embrace,
before facing the toils
of the world below.
Until we sit on each side
of that creaky old bench
and enjoy
the remaining light
again
Somebody
will sit by my side
on the bench
and we'll gaze upon
the first fiery blooms
of the tall flame tree,
and enjoy the peaceful silence
we'll watch the stars
from the roof above.
And enjoy
each others embrace,
before facing the toils
of the world below.
Until we sit on each side
of that creaky old bench
and enjoy
the remaining light
again
#love
#lover
#aging
229 reads
4 Comments
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