Submissions by rowantree
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
they/them/theirs. Polyamorous, proud, patient power. Love and joy and journals and the journey! Which IS the destination.
from my nighttime ritual: Peace, Compassion
Ro, thank you
for caring for me.
You're welcome, love, as you deserve.
I've got your back no matter what.
I'm proud of how you live and learn.
Lay the weight down for to-night,
Make light your heart and shoulders:
Rest now in the arms of Earth,
one day brighter,
bolder,
wiser,
older.
for caring for me.
You're welcome, love, as you deserve.
I've got your back no matter what.
I'm proud of how you live and learn.
Lay the weight down for to-night,
Make light your heart and shoulders:
Rest now in the arms of Earth,
one day brighter,
bolder,
wiser,
older.
#love
#magic
#PersonalGrowth #spiritual
#PersonalGrowth #spiritual
50 reads
3 Comments
Folkshouse Cemetery
My apartment has officially become home.
My folks' house, a cemetery
where past achievements stand rigid like tombstones
and where old struggles jut out
in places they aren't really supposed to,
lost bones
refusing to decompose.
Those dirty-white vertebrae,
so occasional and undeniable,
out of place only because they're showing—
yes, it's the bones that catch my eye
more than anything else here.
Mom's idea of me
sits motionless,
a crestfallen carved angel
taking too long to...
My folks' house, a cemetery
where past achievements stand rigid like tombstones
and where old struggles jut out
in places they aren't really supposed to,
lost bones
refusing to decompose.
Those dirty-white vertebrae,
so occasional and undeniable,
out of place only because they're showing—
yes, it's the bones that catch my eye
more than anything else here.
Mom's idea of me
sits motionless,
a crestfallen carved angel
taking too long to...
#childhood
#family
#PersonalGrowth
120 reads
4 Comments
Oath of Ro (2024)
I cultivate courage, care, and clarity,
climbing, whatever this life and its stair may be.
I heed the wise heart-voice humming inside me
and face anything facing me without hiding.
I humble myself on this journey to grow—
whether there's water or not, I will Ro!
climbing, whatever this life and its stair may be.
I heed the wise heart-voice humming inside me
and face anything facing me without hiding.
I humble myself on this journey to grow—
whether there's water or not, I will Ro!
#courage
#determination
#PersonalGrowth
#power
#SelfDiscovery
138 reads
release reminder
The drive here
and the café smell
and the cute guy chowing down at the drink pickup
got me thinking
we grab gazes for a second
he has a sharp nose
and wise bug-eyes
are you going in or just getting out?
Me
I’m going in
I resent the term
before-times
There’s no such thing
I’m not worried about how the night was
before the party died
and I refuse to fret
about the afterparty either
when to arrive and what to bring
No,
I have released...
and the café smell
and the cute guy chowing down at the drink pickup
got me thinking
we grab gazes for a second
he has a sharp nose
and wise bug-eyes
are you going in or just getting out?
Me
I’m going in
I resent the term
before-times
There’s no such thing
I’m not worried about how the night was
before the party died
and I refuse to fret
about the afterparty either
when to arrive and what to bring
No,
I have released...
#peace
526 reads
7 Comments
wordwarm
O make me a housecoat of language -
there I shall languish
in plush punctuation
and the warmth of words
and waste what wasn't
a thing to be wasted,
a commodity at all.
Evening after evening
after sunset
and beside snoring fires,
you will find me
huddled,
listening.
Make me a robe of rhymes
to cozy my shoulders;
I lie unafraid of time
with my powerful legs folded
by the heat
I kindled
without permission,
content.
there I shall languish
in plush punctuation
and the warmth of words
and waste what wasn't
a thing to be wasted,
a commodity at all.
Evening after evening
after sunset
and beside snoring fires,
you will find me
huddled,
listening.
Make me a robe of rhymes
to cozy my shoulders;
I lie unafraid of time
with my powerful legs folded
by the heat
I kindled
without permission,
content.
#happiness
#peace
#WritingPoetry
559 reads
2 Comments
mantras for acceptance
My body does so much for me.
It can look however it wants.
My body makes my home,
opens a door into the world;
it owes me nothing.
My body
is doing its thing.
My body
is in and of its own eyes,
perfect.
I burn incense here.
I declare unconditional acceptance.
Through my breaths,
my choices, and the days I build,
I choose to embrace
my body.
I offer work,
pleasure,
indulgence
and sacrifice
to release the purest form
of me,
the...
It can look however it wants.
My body makes my home,
opens a door into the world;
it owes me nothing.
My body
is doing its thing.
My body
is in and of its own eyes,
perfect.
I burn incense here.
I declare unconditional acceptance.
Through my breaths,
my choices, and the days I build,
I choose to embrace
my body.
I offer work,
pleasure,
indulgence
and sacrifice
to release the purest form
of me,
the...
#love
#identity
#acceptance #SelfWorth
#acceptance #SelfWorth
435 reads
0 Comments
"too late"
you think you are a roach missing a wing
a wet dragonfly
a hobbled horse
punished for your past choices
and you think you deserve it
your mind is in as much danger as new orleans
and it is just as likely to move out of the way
nothing else can make me worry
but you
and your heart positioned like a weather balloon
the thought of you succumbing,
going under
hits me like dark green imaginings on the spillway
hits like the idea of my glorious life being snatched away
all at once ...
a wet dragonfly
a hobbled horse
punished for your past choices
and you think you deserve it
your mind is in as much danger as new orleans
and it is just as likely to move out of the way
nothing else can make me worry
but you
and your heart positioned like a weather balloon
the thought of you succumbing,
going under
hits me like dark green imaginings on the spillway
hits like the idea of my glorious life being snatched away
all at once ...
#anxiety
#love
#strength
#courage
#determination
522 reads
0 Comments
the hardest part
a death pit in the belly,
queasy quicksand,
a tremble and tightness and ache of the hand -
a rafter to climb in a shamble of attic,
a sweatstain, a hunger
unique to the addict -
it lurks and it stinks and it's heavy and hot,
a summer street stinging both feet while they walk,
and it hides and it writhes, wrecks, and ruins your heart -
it makes life into hell
till you sit down and start.
queasy quicksand,
a tremble and tightness and ache of the hand -
a rafter to climb in a shamble of attic,
a sweatstain, a hunger
unique to the addict -
it lurks and it stinks and it's heavy and hot,
a summer street stinging both feet while they walk,
and it hides and it writhes, wrecks, and ruins your heart -
it makes life into hell
till you sit down and start.
#courage
#motivational
#determination
364 reads
0 Comments
sweet olive
climbing over slippery graves with you
and finding femurs,
eyeing
people's bones
felt like the ultimate harmless crime
under a yucky, dripping sky.
You taught me looking
deep into the ground
at someone's old hinges
is just as magic and secret
as blending my own brain in with the rain,
as delightful as
spotting an outrageous afternoon rainbow
first,
and now there are ferns growing out of my crumbled mind
I try not to beg for you to
peek behind.
and finding femurs,
eyeing
people's bones
felt like the ultimate harmless crime
under a yucky, dripping sky.
You taught me looking
deep into the ground
at someone's old hinges
is just as magic and secret
as blending my own brain in with the rain,
as delightful as
spotting an outrageous afternoon rainbow
first,
and now there are ferns growing out of my crumbled mind
I try not to beg for you to
peek behind.
#love
#graveyard
418 reads
0 Comments
firepa
I insist on watching
while you start the fire,
and riding on the wings of my favorite sour ale
we went from french-kissing tongues of flame
to embers.
Our still skin stayed for a while,
a floor for crackling orange dances.
Smoky smears of gray
stumble home into the violet spring sky
above us, and
inspire my lips to tell yours something,
to throw sparks along your jaw.
Colors like that
get the ink running into my life
and help me write what I mean,
and rip a window into my night ...
while you start the fire,
and riding on the wings of my favorite sour ale
we went from french-kissing tongues of flame
to embers.
Our still skin stayed for a while,
a floor for crackling orange dances.
Smoky smears of gray
stumble home into the violet spring sky
above us, and
inspire my lips to tell yours something,
to throw sparks along your jaw.
Colors like that
get the ink running into my life
and help me write what I mean,
and rip a window into my night ...
#love
#romantic
#fire
438 reads
1 Comment
you-and-me tea
We may all hate
this janky two-bedroom place
and the crazy-glue that holds it together,
but you have to admit
it has the most glorious,
gigantic bathtub.
Somehow there's room for all six feet of you.
I bet I could scuba dive in there.
There's nothing better than soaking with you
in that clawfoot
in water that's almost too hot,
cheeks to cheeks and legs criss-crossed,
candles lit and music on
where we can touch and talk
and sing Sweeney Todd
and clean our systems out.
Forget about the...
this janky two-bedroom place
and the crazy-glue that holds it together,
but you have to admit
it has the most glorious,
gigantic bathtub.
Somehow there's room for all six feet of you.
I bet I could scuba dive in there.
There's nothing better than soaking with you
in that clawfoot
in water that's almost too hot,
cheeks to cheeks and legs criss-crossed,
candles lit and music on
where we can touch and talk
and sing Sweeney Todd
and clean our systems out.
Forget about the...
#happiness
#love
#tea
380 reads
1 Comment
lucid travels
I love every damn step
of this journey.
Back when it was so cold
I thought my feet would freeze to the ground
and I just wanted to sleep...
I held the adventure close.
Blistered steps,
I love even those...
Back when I roasted my toes
on hot coals
and then realized no one was forcing me
to walk right there,
anywhere...
that the suffering was all mine
by design...
I stepped back into the soft grass
and eventually came to a tightrope.
Realized I am...
of this journey.
Back when it was so cold
I thought my feet would freeze to the ground
and I just wanted to sleep...
I held the adventure close.
Blistered steps,
I love even those...
Back when I roasted my toes
on hot coals
and then realized no one was forcing me
to walk right there,
anywhere...
that the suffering was all mine
by design...
I stepped back into the soft grass
and eventually came to a tightrope.
Realized I am...
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational #SelfDiscovery
#inspirational #SelfDiscovery
557 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by rowantree