Submissions by megansagesmith
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We embrace what we feel within the moments that we feel it the most- because that's what makes for good poetry.
DRUGS POEM
Published
31st May 2021 4:23pm
31st May 2021 4:23pm
How does it feel mom?
How does it feel mom?
It must hurt.
No!
It must ache.
Does it?
You can tell me mom, you can tell me how it feels.
How does it feel mom, to have raised a child so susceptible to the world?
How does it feel mom, to have the warmth of my spit slipping down your cheek?
How does it feel mom, when I ash my cigarettes on your soft skin?
When I inhale this cigarette does your throat burn too?
When the tobacco sits on my tongue, do you taste it too?
How does it feel mom, to have heard my hymen tear too early?
How does it feel...
It must hurt.
No!
It must ache.
Does it?
You can tell me mom, you can tell me how it feels.
How does it feel mom, to have raised a child so susceptible to the world?
How does it feel mom, to have the warmth of my spit slipping down your cheek?
How does it feel mom, when I ash my cigarettes on your soft skin?
When I inhale this cigarette does your throat burn too?
When the tobacco sits on my tongue, do you taste it too?
How does it feel mom, to have heard my hymen tear too early?
How does it feel...
#mother
#disappointment
#daughter
362 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2017 10:14am
15th Mar 2017 10:14am
Ideal
He is not real.
He is just a manifestation
A malicious trick
orchestrated by my imagination to fool my heart,
A ridiculous and festering idea that
like smoke-
will always be intangible.
He is just a manifestation
A malicious trick
orchestrated by my imagination to fool my heart,
A ridiculous and festering idea that
like smoke-
will always be intangible.
553 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Jan 2016 8:55am
18th Jan 2016 8:55am
Unearthly
I want your soul to unearth mine
I want them to dance bare skinned
to enumerate each moment of bliss with shyly abrupt inhales
and beautifully amatory exhales.
I want your body to be my terrain,
my lips to patrol its grounds,
my hands to replenish its fields.
With my lips on your neck
I’ll mimic the rawness of the sunset
I’ll describe to you every colour it holds
I’ll tell you about every angel that soars in its core
Then I’ll put my mouth on yours and recite free verse -
I’ll replicate its rhythm
I’ll enunciate its best...
I want them to dance bare skinned
to enumerate each moment of bliss with shyly abrupt inhales
and beautifully amatory exhales.
I want your body to be my terrain,
my lips to patrol its grounds,
my hands to replenish its fields.
With my lips on your neck
I’ll mimic the rawness of the sunset
I’ll describe to you every colour it holds
I’ll tell you about every angel that soars in its core
Then I’ll put my mouth on yours and recite free verse -
I’ll replicate its rhythm
I’ll enunciate its best...
819 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2015 10:27am
24th Nov 2015 10:27am
Last Breath to my Daughter
I want to be able to say- I wrote.
I wrote when I was sad,
when I was happy,
and when it seemed that I felt nothing.
I taught others to write.
I wrote and felt free.
I listened to music and learnt how to play piano.
I wrote songs and sang them to escape.
I walked barefoot and always sat on the floor.
I fell in love and lived simply.
I wrote to breathe.
I learnt every single word in English literature.
I wrote poetry and created words of my own.
I wrote a novel.
I got it published.
It made a difference.
I...
I wrote when I was sad,
when I was happy,
and when it seemed that I felt nothing.
I taught others to write.
I wrote and felt free.
I listened to music and learnt how to play piano.
I wrote songs and sang them to escape.
I walked barefoot and always sat on the floor.
I fell in love and lived simply.
I wrote to breathe.
I learnt every single word in English literature.
I wrote poetry and created words of my own.
I wrote a novel.
I got it published.
It made a difference.
I...
784 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2015 9:38am
23rd Nov 2015 9:38am
Third and First Person
I loved the way it felt.
I loved the way it looked.
I loved how pathetic it made me feel.
I loved the sensation when I dragged the blade across.
I loved the scar it left behind.
I loved the superficial relief it gave me.
I loved the blade that made me do it.
I loved watching the blood dry.
I loved hiding it.
I loved keeping it a secret.
But I hated the scab that tried to heal it.
Sometimes I’d kiss it,
and the feeling of the wound on my lips would comfort me.
I’d feel warm and engulfed in some kind of tender darkness.
What...
I loved the way it looked.
I loved how pathetic it made me feel.
I loved the sensation when I dragged the blade across.
I loved the scar it left behind.
I loved the superficial relief it gave me.
I loved the blade that made me do it.
I loved watching the blood dry.
I loved hiding it.
I loved keeping it a secret.
But I hated the scab that tried to heal it.
Sometimes I’d kiss it,
and the feeling of the wound on my lips would comfort me.
I’d feel warm and engulfed in some kind of tender darkness.
What...
729 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2015 12:59pm
22nd Nov 2015 12:59pm
Permanent Mutilation.
Hide me in your wounds, while they’re still fresh and wet and sore.
Take me, conceal me inside of it and hide me there.
Allow the scab to grow over it,
entombing me within it-
there I shall be safe,
but it is there that I will interfere,
where I’ll begin to linger and irritate you every time you try to forget that I’m there,
that this wound is here,
and that I am still alive within it.
I’ll scratch and deface the wound from inside of you,
where you will be unable to reach to relieve the pain I will authorize.
You’ll scratch and pick at the scab...
Take me, conceal me inside of it and hide me there.
Allow the scab to grow over it,
entombing me within it-
there I shall be safe,
but it is there that I will interfere,
where I’ll begin to linger and irritate you every time you try to forget that I’m there,
that this wound is here,
and that I am still alive within it.
I’ll scratch and deface the wound from inside of you,
where you will be unable to reach to relieve the pain I will authorize.
You’ll scratch and pick at the scab...
676 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Nov 2015 2:30pm
19th Nov 2015 2:30pm
Pest.
What is the matter with you?
Why are you collapsing?
You are under attack.
Can you feel it?
Do you feel it closing your throat and dismantling your mind?
Scream.
I know you want to.
Vomit.
I know you need to.
Do something drastic.
I know you’re foolish enough to.
Can you feel it?
It won’t leave you.
It’s wants to secure its home in you.
Vomit.
I know you want to.
Scream.
I know you need to.
Its making you tug at your flesh as if you are the enemy.
Can you feel its trickery?
It is nesting inside of you -
This...
Why are you collapsing?
You are under attack.
Can you feel it?
Do you feel it closing your throat and dismantling your mind?
Scream.
I know you want to.
Vomit.
I know you need to.
Do something drastic.
I know you’re foolish enough to.
Can you feel it?
It won’t leave you.
It’s wants to secure its home in you.
Vomit.
I know you want to.
Scream.
I know you need to.
Its making you tug at your flesh as if you are the enemy.
Can you feel its trickery?
It is nesting inside of you -
This...
994 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Nov 2015 1:53pm
19th Nov 2015 1:53pm
Yours before Mine.
Your pain sits closer to my heart than my own does.
It controls my attention.
It has complete access to my pity.
It violates my empathy.
This is the power I have given to your pain.
This is the power that I have seized from my own pain.
Eventually it overwhelmed me-
so I left my empathy behind,
and ran.
It controls my attention.
It has complete access to my pity.
It violates my empathy.
This is the power I have given to your pain.
This is the power that I have seized from my own pain.
Eventually it overwhelmed me-
so I left my empathy behind,
and ran.
671 reads
4 Comments
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