Submissions by rowantree (Rowan E.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Closest thing to birdsong.
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Sep 2019 00:26am
9th Sep 2019 00:26am
love above the graves
it is perhaps a bit early for the cemetery to feel like home
for these rows of still graves
nightkissed stone
to feel like my neighborhood
but up on that tomb
with my dirty high tops
I watch
the long laces droop
listening to you
under
the easy smile of the half moon
feels something like the afternoon light
dragging shadows
across the stoop,
streetlight for a sunset -
I feel alone with my lover
on our very own roof
we are there
sitting close
you reading my Tarot
as...
for these rows of still graves
nightkissed stone
to feel like my neighborhood
but up on that tomb
with my dirty high tops
I watch
the long laces droop
listening to you
under
the easy smile of the half moon
feels something like the afternoon light
dragging shadows
across the stoop,
streetlight for a sunset -
I feel alone with my lover
on our very own roof
we are there
sitting close
you reading my Tarot
as...
#lover
#graveyard
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2019 2:45am
5th Sep 2019 2:45am
getting good and lost
with you ready, now,
for the sweat of my devotion -
like wearin a tank top
knowin summer's gonna breathe right down your neck
with the frail Southern ember
of September, her
dying breath -
with you ready
for my love
it's like we're falling all over again
caught in this night
the sky a soft sketchbook indigo
brighter than the black of the treeline
and all the world
down the hill
cicadas and bullfrogs and crickets and mosquitos
screaming
seeming
like the prettiest...
for the sweat of my devotion -
like wearin a tank top
knowin summer's gonna breathe right down your neck
with the frail Southern ember
of September, her
dying breath -
with you ready
for my love
it's like we're falling all over again
caught in this night
the sky a soft sketchbook indigo
brighter than the black of the treeline
and all the world
down the hill
cicadas and bullfrogs and crickets and mosquitos
screaming
seeming
like the prettiest...
#love
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Aug 2019 10:09pm
20th Aug 2019 10:09pm
"LSU urges students to 'Run, hide, or fight.'"
*trigger warning - guns / shooting**
~
I was going to get coffee, now
knees to chin in my dorm closet. about a mile away
it happened,
this new normal
we pretend no one can affect.
someone with a gun
I hold
my knees and have
church in my dorm room
Mass for the shooting as another
shooting amasses
another day of weather
a chance of bullets
from cocked clouds
and
another
inch crumbled off the coastline,
hands of the ocean waving a higher
hello to the sun;...
~
I was going to get coffee, now
knees to chin in my dorm closet. about a mile away
it happened,
this new normal
we pretend no one can affect.
someone with a gun
I hold
my knees and have
church in my dorm room
Mass for the shooting as another
shooting amasses
another day of weather
a chance of bullets
from cocked clouds
and
another
inch crumbled off the coastline,
hands of the ocean waving a higher
hello to the sun;...
#GunControl
#environment
#feminism
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2019 11:02pm
30th Apr 2019 11:02pm
Rougarou
My right earlobe still aches
just a little from your teeth.
Thoughts of you hit me
like diamond moon through the coal of clouds.
I've been tugging on it
all day.
You know you have me
on your side
until you ask me to go? -
Absolutely
until then,
and only then
will I spare you
the fact
of your own beauty.
I never would have guessed
you don't know about it.
You're like a wolf
unaware of his fur.
My Rougarou.
I pulled back your hair
in Metarie, all ...
just a little from your teeth.
Thoughts of you hit me
like diamond moon through the coal of clouds.
I've been tugging on it
all day.
You know you have me
on your side
until you ask me to go? -
Absolutely
until then,
and only then
will I spare you
the fact
of your own beauty.
I never would have guessed
you don't know about it.
You're like a wolf
unaware of his fur.
My Rougarou.
I pulled back your hair
in Metarie, all ...
#love
#night
#graveyard
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2019 4:46am
29th Apr 2019 4:46am
cautious nauseous awfulness
stumbles
and vicious headaches
want to snack on this head but
I need it for these tests -
still haven't been able to sing freely for you.
It isn't nerves. Not quite.
My nerves are dangerous
but easily avoided
like dead snakes of power lines,
skin shed on the street -
you see them,
you can walk away.
But I don't know what it is
I'm now reckoning with.
...not true. I do.
The same insecurity
piggybacking me
hot air in my head -
when I fret and fucking fret
about each word I've said.
Not...
and vicious headaches
want to snack on this head but
I need it for these tests -
still haven't been able to sing freely for you.
It isn't nerves. Not quite.
My nerves are dangerous
but easily avoided
like dead snakes of power lines,
skin shed on the street -
you see them,
you can walk away.
But I don't know what it is
I'm now reckoning with.
...not true. I do.
The same insecurity
piggybacking me
hot air in my head -
when I fret and fucking fret
about each word I've said.
Not...
#anxiety
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2019 4:32am
29th Apr 2019 4:32am
naked when I met you
Goddamn,
my lover,
I will never shut up about you.
I remember how tentative I was
before you ever touched me
with that fine fucking freedom.
Parking like a sucker in one of the pay lots
and following a brick wall
to the coffee shop you mentioned -
"I'm here," I said -
in a minute, then, you poked your head
from a door
hiding in the café's shadow
already naked
so easily displaying
you -
cute little ass
leading me to the hot tub
This was November
the gray in your beard ...
my lover,
I will never shut up about you.
I remember how tentative I was
before you ever touched me
with that fine fucking freedom.
Parking like a sucker in one of the pay lots
and following a brick wall
to the coffee shop you mentioned -
"I'm here," I said -
in a minute, then, you poked your head
from a door
hiding in the café's shadow
already naked
so easily displaying
you -
cute little ass
leading me to the hot tub
This was November
the gray in your beard ...
#love
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2019 11:16pm
25th Apr 2019 11:16pm
right way
Of course it catches the sun.
I can feel it flashing
on my neck! -
it taps
just above my collarbone -
silver clip of collar "o" -
where only the worthiest leash might go.
It taps,
tells me
to stand up straighter
and reminds me
that if I'm not at least
gently smiling
I'm forgetting something.
Grace -
though it is not at all graceful for me to have noticed this -
my grace is growing,
trailing where I go
like ripples from rowing
over a river of glass.
Or...
I can feel it flashing
on my neck! -
it taps
just above my collarbone -
silver clip of collar "o" -
where only the worthiest leash might go.
It taps,
tells me
to stand up straighter
and reminds me
that if I'm not at least
gently smiling
I'm forgetting something.
Grace -
though it is not at all graceful for me to have noticed this -
my grace is growing,
trailing where I go
like ripples from rowing
over a river of glass.
Or...
#happiness
#love
#BDSM
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2019 5:10am
25th Apr 2019 5:10am
specific love for hot days
The first magnolia flowers
cracked open today.
Giant eggshells
serving stamen
sunny side up.
Oh, and it was.
But I could not stay for breakfast.
The day, one like this, called me,
its voice in the gold light.
I rushed, it seemed to you, out
while you cooked your own hash browns,
pouting.
I am still unashamed about that.
Because inside
gets so cold -
tile floors are harsh.
even the gift of A/C
bullies me
at night;
this time of year -
Oh, Louisiana, my first Dear -...
cracked open today.
Giant eggshells
serving stamen
sunny side up.
Oh, and it was.
But I could not stay for breakfast.
The day, one like this, called me,
its voice in the gold light.
I rushed, it seemed to you, out
while you cooked your own hash browns,
pouting.
I am still unashamed about that.
Because inside
gets so cold -
tile floors are harsh.
even the gift of A/C
bullies me
at night;
this time of year -
Oh, Louisiana, my first Dear -...
#happiness
#home
#summer #spring
#summer #spring
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2019 5:31am
22nd Apr 2019 5:31am
dear cold showers
dear cold showers,
not that y'all are easy -
thank you darlings
for your fresh charm.
for showing me
how fun masochism can be - how it can seep
past clear curtains
and under the door,
pushing out steam! -
and thank you
for making me a little badass.
college kid,
tutor,
aspiring teacher,
camp counselor - I
sign up to get my patience kicked
regularly! and
thanks to you
it need not even bruise,
nor I grit my teeth.
I can do things
like hop out of cozy
for my lovers ...
not that y'all are easy -
thank you darlings
for your fresh charm.
for showing me
how fun masochism can be - how it can seep
past clear curtains
and under the door,
pushing out steam! -
and thank you
for making me a little badass.
college kid,
tutor,
aspiring teacher,
camp counselor - I
sign up to get my patience kicked
regularly! and
thanks to you
it need not even bruise,
nor I grit my teeth.
I can do things
like hop out of cozy
for my lovers ...
#identity
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2019 5:17am
22nd Apr 2019 5:17am
so sweet the beach
How fucking, fucking sweet
the memory of you inside -
really more your sounds, your tongue not wanting to stay in your mouth -
you pretty monster of mine, your giggles when you cum! -
I think
besides just being a fact of the earth
as any person,
any place,
anything -
to me,
in our moments,
you're made of all the nicest things
like the sand
pouring out of my sundried overalls.
the ones you said make my tits look good.
(correct.)
ah, I feel beautiful all the time
but you do it to me special. ...
the memory of you inside -
really more your sounds, your tongue not wanting to stay in your mouth -
you pretty monster of mine, your giggles when you cum! -
I think
besides just being a fact of the earth
as any person,
any place,
anything -
to me,
in our moments,
you're made of all the nicest things
like the sand
pouring out of my sundried overalls.
the ones you said make my tits look good.
(correct.)
ah, I feel beautiful all the time
but you do it to me special. ...
#love
#beach
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2019 3:54am
20th Apr 2019 3:54am
black beach drunk
allow me to squeeze
the vodka from my head
so I can love you with some grace.
now
is unabashed
like the angry black waves
just listening to the wind
without a human kind of ear
and free, too, from fear.
except I don't know why I did this sweetness
to myself.
And I wouldn't want you to see me
drunk.
Though it is prettiness
spilling,
sloshing hot
over mug edges,
it might burn you.
but I'm stumbling
to another Tom Waits album
that puts your voice in my ear.
singing brave ...
the vodka from my head
so I can love you with some grace.
now
is unabashed
like the angry black waves
just listening to the wind
without a human kind of ear
and free, too, from fear.
except I don't know why I did this sweetness
to myself.
And I wouldn't want you to see me
drunk.
Though it is prettiness
spilling,
sloshing hot
over mug edges,
it might burn you.
but I'm stumbling
to another Tom Waits album
that puts your voice in my ear.
singing brave ...
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2019 8:21am
19th Apr 2019 8:21am
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I haven't looked through my glasses in months.
So the bleeding of purple and grey
and teal this night,
the white of the waves leaps out - and writes
love letters to me.
ah, barely dressed,
one thin blanket,
big wide windows
by the bed.
a cricket in the room chirps.
I am alone with
the mirrors
and the waves
and the lightning
knocking on the window
like a polite lover.
So the bleeding of purple and grey
and teal this night,
the white of the waves leaps out - and writes
love letters to me.
ah, barely dressed,
one thin blanket,
big wide windows
by the bed.
a cricket in the room chirps.
I am alone with
the mirrors
and the waves
and the lightning
knocking on the window
like a polite lover.
#beauty
#sea
#beach #freedom
#beach #freedom
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