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.
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
#freedom
#acrostic
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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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SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2022 9:57pm
12th Apr 2022 9:57pm
whiny weed
It's a dark and stormy one.
I'm getting rain-whispers through the window,
and thunder bangs on the walls.
I want to luxuriate in the moody slime
of this afternoon.
But my fucking roommate
is singing something stupid at the the top of her lungs
there in the living room.
My roommate -
my best friend, mind you, who I will always love -
is WHISTLING,
wiping out the rainy peace.
I notice that random rage
and step back from it -
we sing all the time.
We howl together in the living...
I'm getting rain-whispers through the window,
and thunder bangs on the walls.
I want to luxuriate in the moody slime
of this afternoon.
But my fucking roommate
is singing something stupid at the the top of her lungs
there in the living room.
My roommate -
my best friend, mind you, who I will always love -
is WHISTLING,
wiping out the rainy peace.
I notice that random rage
and step back from it -
we sing all the time.
We howl together in the living...
#love
#jealousy
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2022 1:00am
12th Apr 2022 1:00am
Magnapinna
The other week
when I freaked out
about the prospect of you joining lives
with someone who only wants to make you into a carpet
and a pretty wedding ring,
someone who has hit you,
who has locked you in your home and hidden the key -
someone who tells you terrible things
and affirms only your most painful anxieties,
who can give you sweetness and closeness
and rip it all away
unless you obey -
someone who has not once shown the ability
to sacrifice her own desires for something you want or...
when I freaked out
about the prospect of you joining lives
with someone who only wants to make you into a carpet
and a pretty wedding ring,
someone who has hit you,
who has locked you in your home and hidden the key -
someone who tells you terrible things
and affirms only your most painful anxieties,
who can give you sweetness and closeness
and rip it all away
unless you obey -
someone who has not once shown the ability
to sacrifice her own desires for something you want or...
#strength
#fear
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2022 00:55am
12th Apr 2022 00:55am
The Guilty Joyful and the Chronic Depressive Collide
I'm the goopy, garish yolk
cracked over your cast iron.
I turn impossibly bright
as I sizzle and spatter,
based on you.
I'm a crash of crayon
to your tired printer paper,
it seems;
the song that plays games in your silence.
I don't mean for my joy to stand out so bright against
the misery
you can't leave as easily as me -
the suffering you have become
because of mistakes
I've long since forgiven,
but that still chain you in an exhausting reality
like gravity itself.
The...
cracked over your cast iron.
I turn impossibly bright
as I sizzle and spatter,
based on you.
I'm a crash of crayon
to your tired printer paper,
it seems;
the song that plays games in your silence.
I don't mean for my joy to stand out so bright against
the misery
you can't leave as easily as me -
the suffering you have become
because of mistakes
I've long since forgiven,
but that still chain you in an exhausting reality
like gravity itself.
The...
#happiness
#anxiety
#love #depression
#love #depression
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Apr 2022 3:04pm
7th Apr 2022 3:04pm
soulgrowl
I am fingers of vines,
a soul of ivy,
refusing to stay still.
I move
forever
over everything.
I am a bush on a body
and I am a bush with roots.
I grow,
I insist.
You can try to trim me,
but it’s hit or miss.
I am a roach at night,
and a cat’s hiss
and glitter all over you when you least expect it.
That’s right.
Try and fight it.
By my very nature,
I will have my way.
a soul of ivy,
refusing to stay still.
I move
forever
over everything.
I am a bush on a body
and I am a bush with roots.
I grow,
I insist.
You can try to trim me,
but it’s hit or miss.
I am a roach at night,
and a cat’s hiss
and glitter all over you when you least expect it.
That’s right.
Try and fight it.
By my very nature,
I will have my way.
#power
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2022 3:02pm
7th Apr 2022 3:02pm
awesome sister
I can tell her my biggest secrets.
She says, “Cool.”
She doesn’t gasp.
She doesn’t dismiss.
She accepts truths
like catching a baseball out of the sky
with one hand.
Gracefully.
She is taller than me,
but younger than me,
and we’ve been best friends since a decade ago
when they gave us separate bedrooms.
We make mischief and cookies and we talk shit.
We are forever on the same side.
I heard her call me “sibling”
on the phone
to a stranger
in a semi-frantic situation. ...
She says, “Cool.”
She doesn’t gasp.
She doesn’t dismiss.
She accepts truths
like catching a baseball out of the sky
with one hand.
Gracefully.
She is taller than me,
but younger than me,
and we’ve been best friends since a decade ago
when they gave us separate bedrooms.
We make mischief and cookies and we talk shit.
We are forever on the same side.
I heard her call me “sibling”
on the phone
to a stranger
in a semi-frantic situation. ...
#love
#sister
#family
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2022 1:33am
6th Apr 2022 1:33am
March Ides-Eve: You Beside Me
I showed you how beautiful our days could be.
I proved how serious I am
about not being too serious
about anything that doesn't matter.
When I bought tortoiseshell, octagonal
gas station sunglasses
for seven bucks,
and snacks for our newest adventure,
you were right by my side -
the acid was starting to kick in,
and my favorite day ever was soon to begin.
We walked all over the back of the Beast,
sometimes hiking on just to our breathing -
sometimes laughing till the point of weeping,
and...
I proved how serious I am
about not being too serious
about anything that doesn't matter.
When I bought tortoiseshell, octagonal
gas station sunglasses
for seven bucks,
and snacks for our newest adventure,
you were right by my side -
the acid was starting to kick in,
and my favorite day ever was soon to begin.
We walked all over the back of the Beast,
sometimes hiking on just to our breathing -
sometimes laughing till the point of weeping,
and...
#love
#friendship
#freedom
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2022 4:19am
5th Apr 2022 4:19am
Love-rambles from Paradise
I forgot for a moment there,
but that is just the ebb.
I need only breathe
and bring the flow.
My earth
is too bountiful to ever be fully scorched.
I am
a true oasis.
A solace,
a land of almond milk and local honey,
a combination blessing of location,
luck,
and careful cultivation.
Surrender slipped away for a while
the other night, I guess,
to go slip into a different dress,
fix her lipstick,
preen her power for a moment.
While she was away,
I made room for her...
but that is just the ebb.
I need only breathe
and bring the flow.
My earth
is too bountiful to ever be fully scorched.
I am
a true oasis.
A solace,
a land of almond milk and local honey,
a combination blessing of location,
luck,
and careful cultivation.
Surrender slipped away for a while
the other night, I guess,
to go slip into a different dress,
fix her lipstick,
preen her power for a moment.
While she was away,
I made room for her...
#love
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1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2022 7:14am
3rd Apr 2022 7:14am
Angrylove
I guess there is rage here, too.
I guess I’m not safe
from falling so deep in love with you you become my lifeline
Despite my best attempts not to depend on you
Not to cause you too much stress
Because you’re everyone’s voodoo doll
Tugged in each direction.
I’m so sorry
To be one of them.
I just
Care for you.
I think I
Really do.
Because I love your son
As much as you do,
And I’m terrified
For a fight
To unfold
In front of him
When it’s not so easy as
Sneaking...
I guess I’m not safe
from falling so deep in love with you you become my lifeline
Despite my best attempts not to depend on you
Not to cause you too much stress
Because you’re everyone’s voodoo doll
Tugged in each direction.
I’m so sorry
To be one of them.
I just
Care for you.
I think I
Really do.
Because I love your son
As much as you do,
And I’m terrified
For a fight
To unfold
In front of him
When it’s not so easy as
Sneaking...
#anger
#love
#children
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2022 5:08pm
2nd Apr 2022 5:08pm
Loveseat (A Piece of Poly Pride)
It used to be a couch, but now I’ve got a loveseat
And now that it’s been three years of this love-thing,
Every mid-morning when I’m squashed into snuggling,
The dog and the cat come to curl up and bug me.
There is peace wall to wall in this thing that we built.
We love the same guy without panic or guilt,
And we love each other and we always will -
I’ll picnic - I’ll live, fuck, and die on that hill.
She wants to move out, but they’ll still stay in touch -
And so will us two, with the closest kind clutch.
We all will be...
And now that it’s been three years of this love-thing,
Every mid-morning when I’m squashed into snuggling,
The dog and the cat come to curl up and bug me.
There is peace wall to wall in this thing that we built.
We love the same guy without panic or guilt,
And we love each other and we always will -
I’ll picnic - I’ll live, fuck, and die on that hill.
She wants to move out, but they’ll still stay in touch -
And so will us two, with the closest kind clutch.
We all will be...
#love
#polyamory
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3 Comments
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