Submissions by lovefromluna
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.” ― Sylvia Plath
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2016 10:02am
2nd Nov 2016 10:02am
Persephone
I'm not done
It's not over
until I'm carrion
On the battlefield
with a motherly Valkyrie
tending my wounds
I am
The shield maiden
The commander in this war
but my ship
is sinking faster
than I can bail out tears
I am
as fragile as a lamb
with a sword made of glass
It shatters
when I hit my demons
and the sky falls down
I must be stronger
with broad shoulders, like Atlas
But I am Persephone
Dragged off
to the underworld
I am quick to nibble the seeds
My...
It's not over
until I'm carrion
On the battlefield
with a motherly Valkyrie
tending my wounds
I am
The shield maiden
The commander in this war
but my ship
is sinking faster
than I can bail out tears
I am
as fragile as a lamb
with a sword made of glass
It shatters
when I hit my demons
and the sky falls down
I must be stronger
with broad shoulders, like Atlas
But I am Persephone
Dragged off
to the underworld
I am quick to nibble the seeds
My...
600 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2016 9:38am
2nd Nov 2016 9:38am
Later
I'll find you
in the ashes
of our paper
When the poems
are little more
than ether
I will finally speak
all the words
I saved
for
later
in the ashes
of our paper
When the poems
are little more
than ether
I will finally speak
all the words
I saved
for
later
669 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2016 9:21am
30th Oct 2016 9:21am
Rain
Then, moisture
Where before dusty tarmac
Had lain in aching heat
Now it breathes
Scents of soaking grass
A touch of ash, a breeze
All those trees
Tall, imposing as spires
In the dreaming city
With canals flowing
Bitter man-made waters
Choking on debris
Rising now
As the sky water lilts down
To replenish the dead
All those souls
Turn to the soil
To feel a drop of life
As the ground soups
Becoming murky, a muck filled swamp
Sinuses quiver
The approach
Of lightning, sharp on...
Where before dusty tarmac
Had lain in aching heat
Now it breathes
Scents of soaking grass
A touch of ash, a breeze
All those trees
Tall, imposing as spires
In the dreaming city
With canals flowing
Bitter man-made waters
Choking on debris
Rising now
As the sky water lilts down
To replenish the dead
All those souls
Turn to the soil
To feel a drop of life
As the ground soups
Becoming murky, a muck filled swamp
Sinuses quiver
The approach
Of lightning, sharp on...
723 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Oct 2016 8:29am
29th Oct 2016 8:29am
The Ghost of I
The ghost of you
Is often sore
About all the things
He missed before
The crash
The ghost of she
Is anything but bitter
Between the tombstones
Violin in hand, she flutters
Even her spirit
Is soft as butter
The ghost of I
Is usually wrong
In my assumptions
The tune of my song
Is rampant, unsteady
And awfully long
But still, it shatters bone
Is often sore
About all the things
He missed before
The crash
The ghost of she
Is anything but bitter
Between the tombstones
Violin in hand, she flutters
Even her spirit
Is soft as butter
The ghost of I
Is usually wrong
In my assumptions
The tune of my song
Is rampant, unsteady
And awfully long
But still, it shatters bone
696 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Oct 2016 1:10pm
28th Oct 2016 1:10pm
Highgate
The green and golden hills
Are swarming
An army in ivy
And lichen
Crawls over the monolithic tombstones
Searching for a doorway, an entry
To the sweet damp dark
Below, where the dead beings go
To sleep and await angelic lyres
Tall and majestic iron
Pillars topped with spires
Stretch for miles with a message
Dead in, living out
But they come in droves to goggle
These mouth breathing maggot sacks walking
Trampling the emerald carpet
That snakes its' way between skeletons nimbly
It springs back up...
Are swarming
An army in ivy
And lichen
Crawls over the monolithic tombstones
Searching for a doorway, an entry
To the sweet damp dark
Below, where the dead beings go
To sleep and await angelic lyres
Tall and majestic iron
Pillars topped with spires
Stretch for miles with a message
Dead in, living out
But they come in droves to goggle
These mouth breathing maggot sacks walking
Trampling the emerald carpet
That snakes its' way between skeletons nimbly
It springs back up...
890 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Oct 2016 8:55am
28th Oct 2016 8:55am
My Best Friend
My best friend, silent
In his concentration, then consternation
As a puzzle piece fails to reveal itself
So he carries on trying, and I carry on lying
About all my little affections
We trudge through the failing, sodden leaves
I follow him through the mulch, ever the faithful hound
Even in sneakers, I'd walk a little quicker
Just to catch the tail end of his asteroid flying overhead
Or brush our stinging lips; nettles winding into each other
My best friend, quiet
With the grace and shyness of the great impala
He of the land of many...
In his concentration, then consternation
As a puzzle piece fails to reveal itself
So he carries on trying, and I carry on lying
About all my little affections
We trudge through the failing, sodden leaves
I follow him through the mulch, ever the faithful hound
Even in sneakers, I'd walk a little quicker
Just to catch the tail end of his asteroid flying overhead
Or brush our stinging lips; nettles winding into each other
My best friend, quiet
With the grace and shyness of the great impala
He of the land of many...
666 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2016 6:36pm
27th Oct 2016 6:36pm
Apples
Ripened, nuclear tinged green
Or a burnished cherry red as bright as day
It's squat, a fat toad in your hands
It's blushing now
Shining as you buff and bruise the skin
Against the sand of denim
Mouth watering
But it will go rotten in the end
Decay has desires
Eaten inside out
By a touch of sewer-water brown
That creeps along, a sloth
When the sores appear
To spread over the slow dissolution of flesh
Time is ticking out
Girls and apples
When struck by neglect
(baby in a corner)
They both go sour
Or a burnished cherry red as bright as day
It's squat, a fat toad in your hands
It's blushing now
Shining as you buff and bruise the skin
Against the sand of denim
Mouth watering
But it will go rotten in the end
Decay has desires
Eaten inside out
By a touch of sewer-water brown
That creeps along, a sloth
When the sores appear
To spread over the slow dissolution of flesh
Time is ticking out
Girls and apples
When struck by neglect
(baby in a corner)
They both go sour
580 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Oct 2016 8:07am
27th Oct 2016 8:07am
Paper Boats (drown)
I build paper boats and you sink them
I'll wish you away then
When rain washes down
I spit out the letters, and you ink them
Graven into my bones
(A message from home)
Salted as the sky and loam
I'd pack my own heart in ice to drown
I'll wish you away then
When rain washes down
I spit out the letters, and you ink them
Graven into my bones
(A message from home)
Salted as the sky and loam
I'd pack my own heart in ice to drown
819 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Oct 2016 5:31pm
26th Oct 2016 5:31pm
Landmine
I went and stepped on his land-mine
Best foot forward
I didn't see the sparks until
Fireworks bloomed
Now I know the devil is real
In tailored suits
He wears shining silver cuff-links
And spills my blood
With a yellow prescription pad
Little vices
He keeps me, his doped up lab rat
Lost in his maze
And lost forever in his eyes
I reel, comply
I longed to be damned within him
Feel fireflies
Tickling songs against my ribcage
Fingers trailing
In his office with the door locked...
Best foot forward
I didn't see the sparks until
Fireworks bloomed
Now I know the devil is real
In tailored suits
He wears shining silver cuff-links
And spills my blood
With a yellow prescription pad
Little vices
He keeps me, his doped up lab rat
Lost in his maze
And lost forever in his eyes
I reel, comply
I longed to be damned within him
Feel fireflies
Tickling songs against my ribcage
Fingers trailing
In his office with the door locked...
696 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Oct 2016 8:02am
26th Oct 2016 8:02am
Wild Love
The night, a dream of you ,calling
Knocked my door, patient
Rosebud lips, your undoing
Love wide as it is ancient
Dizzy, we tripped; fell into stars
Blazed light and death throes
Combustible art
The world turns in my bones
When you look to the sky
I won't let you walk away
Solemn gaze in your eyes
I twist, beg you to stay
But with morning, you vanish
Wildest of boys I have kissed
Knocked my door, patient
Rosebud lips, your undoing
Love wide as it is ancient
Dizzy, we tripped; fell into stars
Blazed light and death throes
Combustible art
The world turns in my bones
When you look to the sky
I won't let you walk away
Solemn gaze in your eyes
I twist, beg you to stay
But with morning, you vanish
Wildest of boys I have kissed
650 reads
6 Comments
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