Submissions by rowantree (Ro E.)
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.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2022 8:13pm
30th Apr 2022 8:13pm
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
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2022 00:01am
30th Apr 2022 00:01am
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
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2022 5:02am
29th Apr 2022 5:02am
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
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Apr 2022 00:58am
28th Apr 2022 00:58am
"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
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2022 11:24pm
26th Apr 2022 11:24pm
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
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2022 4:44am
26th Apr 2022 4:44am
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
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2022 4:43am
26th Apr 2022 4:43am
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
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2022 5:50pm
21st Apr 2022 5:50pm
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
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2022 1:06am
21st Apr 2022 1:06am
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
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Apr 2022 6:52pm
19th Apr 2022 6:52pm
sluts, they say
Sultry
lovers
usurping
tyranny,
stay unafraid.
Bring boldness
easily into
palaces pristine.
Riot
onward
under noses and belts.
Don't you dare let them
kill or cover your
evergreen
eagerness to
please yourself.
You
own forces they can't
understand.
Release them.
People who shame you
ought to
wonder why men tell us it's
evil to
rule your own life.
lovers
usurping
tyranny,
stay unafraid.
Bring boldness
easily into
palaces pristine.
Riot
onward
under noses and belts.
Don't you dare let them
kill or cover your
evergreen
eagerness to
please yourself.
You
own forces they can't
understand.
Release them.
People who shame you
ought to
wonder why men tell us it's
evil to
rule your own life.
#power
#acrostic
#freedom
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Apr 2022 3:25am
19th Apr 2022 3:25am
polyjoys #2: Group Meeting
Group meeting,
she said -
Hell yes, let’s talk -
For half a moment my sore stomach dropped -
Until she started to complain.
Why the hell are the pots
a foot above her head?
WHO DID THIS.
Who took all the sense
out of the placement of the dishes??
I said,
Don’t look at me, dude,
I’m two inches taller than you.
Look at our six-foot-something boyfriend for your answers…
And by the way, those dishes? -
I just do ‘em, bitches,
and I don’t live here (yet)
so you get what you...
she said -
Hell yes, let’s talk -
For half a moment my sore stomach dropped -
Until she started to complain.
Why the hell are the pots
a foot above her head?
WHO DID THIS.
Who took all the sense
out of the placement of the dishes??
I said,
Don’t look at me, dude,
I’m two inches taller than you.
Look at our six-foot-something boyfriend for your answers…
And by the way, those dishes? -
I just do ‘em, bitches,
and I don’t live here (yet)
so you get what you...
#love
#home
#polyamory
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2022 2:33pm
15th Apr 2022 2:33pm
Nar-kissass
I can understand
Narcissus.
It wasn’t all his fault,
what plagued him.
Maybe his muscles felt like they belonged in the world,
atop the earth,
like sunshine on a garden,
warming it and wishing it well,
even when swept up in too strong a spell….
Perhaps the curve of his face
was an enchantment,
a fire-starter;
maybe his hair had a shine to it
he had never seen anywhere else in the world,
and he just loved to stop and stare.
Sometimes for hours.
I, uh, I can understand that.
However, I do...
Narcissus.
It wasn’t all his fault,
what plagued him.
Maybe his muscles felt like they belonged in the world,
atop the earth,
like sunshine on a garden,
warming it and wishing it well,
even when swept up in too strong a spell….
Perhaps the curve of his face
was an enchantment,
a fire-starter;
maybe his hair had a shine to it
he had never seen anywhere else in the world,
and he just loved to stop and stare.
Sometimes for hours.
I, uh, I can understand that.
However, I do...
#vanity
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