Submissions by neves
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When the curls start to speak
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2024 11:59am
15th Dec 2024 11:59am
Before the words
there is a voice
before the voice
there is a rumble.
before the voice
there is a rumble.
#minimalist
61 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2024 11:38am
3rd Dec 2024 11:38am
Columns never looked so pretty
except you came
from italy 5000
years later.
from italy 5000
years later.
#minimalist
102 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2024 5:13pm
2nd Dec 2024 5:13pm
Voicemail
I wanted to
reach out then
I realised stars
aren't made
for everyone
and some
are born to
watch them
from the
ground.
reach out then
I realised stars
aren't made
for everyone
and some
are born to
watch them
from the
ground.
#minimalist
130 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2024 11:11am
11th Oct 2024 11:11am
It gets so bad it makes sense
when you
slowly draw
the curtains
and petrol
begins to spill
from your
legs,
waiting for
my mouth
to ignite
that all
consuming
howl.
slowly draw
the curtains
and petrol
begins to spill
from your
legs,
waiting for
my mouth
to ignite
that all
consuming
howl.
#confessional
#erotic
#LGBT #relationships
#LGBT #relationships
162 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2024 2:54am
5th Oct 2024 2:54am
Banquet
There's animals
in strange suits
consuming flesh
like red wine
spilling over
white satin,
I slow my gait
crossing over
noting the pure
gluttony hidden
in every pupil
as they speak
in small jargon
while mouths
slowly begin
to fill up.
in strange suits
consuming flesh
like red wine
spilling over
white satin,
I slow my gait
crossing over
noting the pure
gluttony hidden
in every pupil
as they speak
in small jargon
while mouths
slowly begin
to fill up.
#symbolism
163 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2024 2:18am
5th Oct 2024 2:18am
Foreigners
Do you think
I don't notice
the crispness
of your shirt
and the way
you carry heavy
shipwrecks in
your mouth.
Do you know
behind all that
dandy highwayman
and miami vice lost
under neon lights
there's a heart
crushed in Rosetti,
just a little afraid
of duelling over
heavy shade.
Do you realise
I see pupils
dialate bigger
than wildcats
sitting on a
round table,
waiting for ...
I don't notice
the crispness
of your shirt
and the way
you carry heavy
shipwrecks in
your mouth.
Do you know
behind all that
dandy highwayman
and miami vice lost
under neon lights
there's a heart
crushed in Rosetti,
just a little afraid
of duelling over
heavy shade.
Do you realise
I see pupils
dialate bigger
than wildcats
sitting on a
round table,
waiting for ...
#love
#relationships
169 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
21st Sep 2024 00:28am
21st Sep 2024 00:28am
(VG)
I gaze in their eyes
knowing how violent
being inside a body
you shouldn't have
to experience is.
knowing how violent
being inside a body
you shouldn't have
to experience is.
#animals
#minimalist
#nature
183 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2024 9:35pm
15th Sep 2024 9:35pm
Souvenir
And when that song comes on
no matter what's happening
or what's going on,
I'll always crave a
slow dance with you.
no matter what's happening
or what's going on,
I'll always crave a
slow dance with you.
#love
#minimalist
#music #vulnerability
#music #vulnerability
251 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2024 9:06pm
10th Sep 2024 9:06pm
Tables can hold conversations too
I closed the screen
laid my head against
a cool wooden table
letting tears soak
through the hinge
because arms are
not always choices,
then I remember
every moment
I felt this way
remembering this
table once had a
home grounded
by forest roots,
how I carry you
through every
thread in my
blue veins.
laid my head against
a cool wooden table
letting tears soak
through the hinge
because arms are
not always choices,
then I remember
every moment
I felt this way
remembering this
table once had a
home grounded
by forest roots,
how I carry you
through every
thread in my
blue veins.
#grief
#sadness
213 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2024 9:55pm
17th Aug 2024 9:55pm
Perhaps that's where it all must begin
Do you remember
that house you left
you know the one
with an unkept garden,
where vines crawl up
along brick walls
and a door screaming
for WD-40 to quench
it's neglected thirst?
It actually doesn't matter
how long you were absent
or even what happened
as ivy began curling
up in their spirals
but perhaps that's where
it all must begin again,
it starts with picking
up a rusty WD-40 can
as hinges start shining
in their...
that house you left
you know the one
with an unkept garden,
where vines crawl up
along brick walls
and a door screaming
for WD-40 to quench
it's neglected thirst?
It actually doesn't matter
how long you were absent
or even what happened
as ivy began curling
up in their spirals
but perhaps that's where
it all must begin again,
it starts with picking
up a rusty WD-40 can
as hinges start shining
in their...
#confessional
#environment
#LifeStruggles #nature
#LifeStruggles #nature
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3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Aug 2024 11:47pm
10th Aug 2024 11:47pm
In summer
We dream on
a brown sofa
without any
cushions
our hands
melding into
each other
like long
prayers
seeing
through
a rough
drought.
a brown sofa
without any
cushions
our hands
melding into
each other
like long
prayers
seeing
through
a rough
drought.
#confessional
#LGBT
207 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2024 10:41am
10th Aug 2024 10:41am
Anatomy of shame and regret
She rings me
trying to keep
her composure
I hear her
bottom lip
rumble on
every word,
I explain she
isn't a terrible
human being
trying to search
for something
only she can
understand,
shame arrives
in a bastardised
fashion running
on a special time
we don't seem
to know about
so tonight allow
regret one night
inside your bones,
tomorrow you will
celebrate rising
from it's ashes.
trying to keep
her composure
I hear her
bottom lip
rumble on
every word,
I explain she
isn't a terrible
human being
trying to search
for something
only she can
understand,
shame arrives
in a bastardised
fashion running
on a special time
we don't seem
to know about
so tonight allow
regret one night
inside your bones,
tomorrow you will
celebrate rising
from it's ashes.
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#regret
#shame
#TruthOfLife
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