Submissions by solanaceae
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
No specific style or genre - just expressing myself as I see fit.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2020 4:04pm
31st Aug 2020 4:04pm
Wishful Thinking
there is
hope
& there is
kindness
even in this
seemingly
dark & infectious
world
in which we
find ourselves
in
hope
& there is
kindness
even in this
seemingly
dark & infectious
world
in which we
find ourselves
in
#love
#kindness
#hope #spiritual
#hope #spiritual
464 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th May 2020 00:02am
11th May 2020 00:02am
Drowning
your current moves me
with tidal waves of passion
--drown me with your love
with tidal waves of passion
--drown me with your love
#love
#erotic
#senryu
#sensual
#passion
591 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th May 2020 11:47pm
10th May 2020 11:47pm
Mamaw's Kitchen
she awakes at dawn,
ready for the day,
an old custom
she grew accustomed to
in sharecropper times,
she worked in boots of steel,
& within a factory,
she slaved away
with her five children,
and alcoholic husband,
in a tiny house
planted firmly in
the Mississippi Delta
shucking corn
and shelling peas,
in Mamaw's house,
a tastefully divine
culinary specialty
homemade biscuits
in her kitchen,
fingers, flour-dusted,
like magic from ...
ready for the day,
an old custom
she grew accustomed to
in sharecropper times,
she worked in boots of steel,
& within a factory,
she slaved away
with her five children,
and alcoholic husband,
in a tiny house
planted firmly in
the Mississippi Delta
shucking corn
and shelling peas,
in Mamaw's house,
a tastefully divine
culinary specialty
homemade biscuits
in her kitchen,
fingers, flour-dusted,
like magic from ...
#family
#food
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
742 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2020 6:34pm
23rd Apr 2020 6:34pm
The Wren
if her spirit were to show
in any size, shape, or form,
I believe she'd be a bird,
perhaps a tiny warbler.
But if she were a wren,
her wings so small and thin,
would she be strong enough to face the wind,
or fight the cancer lying within?
I hope she'd fly away from here,
in gardens, she would feed her soul.
And when perched on a lovely elm,
Amazing Grace would take her in.
To heaven she'd draw near,
while angels whisper in her ear,
“no need to be afraid, my dear,”
And Danny Boy would bring her home.
in any size, shape, or form,
I believe she'd be a bird,
perhaps a tiny warbler.
But if she were a wren,
her wings so small and thin,
would she be strong enough to face the wind,
or fight the cancer lying within?
I hope she'd fly away from here,
in gardens, she would feed her soul.
And when perched on a lovely elm,
Amazing Grace would take her in.
To heaven she'd draw near,
while angels whisper in her ear,
“no need to be afraid, my dear,”
And Danny Boy would bring her home.
#love
#grief
#family #death
#family #death
557 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2020 2:49pm
23rd Apr 2020 2:49pm
The Photographer
Little Paulette, they called her,
with a passion for beauty and light.
Her medium is shown through film,
she pirouettes in black & white.
In the dark room she works,
stirring up the emotions inside;
bringing the gift of life to her portraits,
now forever immortalized.
with a passion for beauty and light.
Her medium is shown through film,
she pirouettes in black & white.
In the dark room she works,
stirring up the emotions inside;
bringing the gift of life to her portraits,
now forever immortalized.
#friendship
#art
386 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2020 1:02am
17th Jan 2020 1:02am
Waiting
She's always preparing
for the worst;
even now, in-between the
calm and the storm.
Yet with unflinching eyes,
she sits quietly,
taking it all in.
Like a cold morning
on the porch with
her coffee.
To her, grief is
a planned process.
Something tangible.
If she can take
enough notes,
and do her research,
she can handle it.
And death,
she knows him.
He's an old friend,
sitting in the corner
of the room as
we speak.
But for this,
she couldn't prepare. ...
for the worst;
even now, in-between the
calm and the storm.
Yet with unflinching eyes,
she sits quietly,
taking it all in.
Like a cold morning
on the porch with
her coffee.
To her, grief is
a planned process.
Something tangible.
If she can take
enough notes,
and do her research,
she can handle it.
And death,
she knows him.
He's an old friend,
sitting in the corner
of the room as
we speak.
But for this,
she couldn't prepare. ...
#sadness
#grief
#strength
#family
#death
592 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2020 6:36pm
16th Jan 2020 6:36pm
on death
one thing
I've learned
is to cherish
your time
enjoy the rain
and the shine
'cause folks
come
and go
like the wind,
and when
they perish
they leave you
walking this
earth all
alone.
I've learned
is to cherish
your time
enjoy the rain
and the shine
'cause folks
come
and go
like the wind,
and when
they perish
they leave you
walking this
earth all
alone.
#grief
#death
#LifeStruggles #SelfReflection
#LifeStruggles #SelfReflection
401 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Dec 2019 7:40pm
10th Dec 2019 7:40pm
Although,
they never tell you
that to have passion,
is subsequently,
to accept pain
and to be close to someone,
is actually,
a form of mutual
scrutiny
that love is,
by all means,
mostly a battle
with yourself
yet, the deepest scars
are more often than not,
pointed out by another
and when
the fight is over,
(it's really never over)
---
but, I am grateful
for this love
although, it proves
a struggle
for at the day's end,
our polar souls ...
that to have passion,
is subsequently,
to accept pain
and to be close to someone,
is actually,
a form of mutual
scrutiny
that love is,
by all means,
mostly a battle
with yourself
yet, the deepest scars
are more often than not,
pointed out by another
and when
the fight is over,
(it's really never over)
---
but, I am grateful
for this love
although, it proves
a struggle
for at the day's end,
our polar souls ...
#love
#relationships
#conflict
#lover
#SelfReflection
642 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Mar 2019 3:55pm
18th Mar 2019 3:55pm
3.18.2019
I wish I could give you
all of me —
as you have given Me
— all of you
but my heart is restrained
by pain and unforgiving waves
that reign down upon me
in moments of
despair.
all of me —
as you have given Me
— all of you
but my heart is restrained
by pain and unforgiving waves
that reign down upon me
in moments of
despair.
#depression
#relationships
#conflict
#LifeStruggles
#hurt
573 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2019 10:24pm
9th Mar 2019 10:24pm
Haunted
haunted melodies—
your voice, a song in my head;
forever singing
your voice, a song in my head;
forever singing
#love
#relationships
#heartbroken
#senryu
#IMissYou
657 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2019 10:45pm
11th Feb 2019 10:45pm
toxicity
toxicity is
a lack of understanding
between you and me
a lack of understanding
between you and me
#love
#relationships
#conflict
#haiku
#senryu
701 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2019 10:39pm
11th Feb 2019 10:39pm
starry-eyed
kisses so tender
the entire earth falls away
leaving only stars
the entire earth falls away
leaving only stars
#relationships
#stars
#haiku
#lover
#senryu
727 reads
10 Comments
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