Submissions by ursa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Currently exploring my relationship with poetry, my writing. Secure attachments are not alway so secure when self-expectations get in the way
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2022 4:37pm
19th Oct 2022 4:37pm
Seated
Slicing deep inside
the pelvis; the bladder
the uterus inflamed
I suppose, maybe
‘what could it have been?’
harried hormones,
or too much (or dirty) sex,
kisses from laden pets,
sweat pooled at my hollow
sat on my bike too long
to decompress, something
I ate, drank or sniffed..
who cares?
I breathe shallow now,
allow for more space
my distention visible I race
to the toilet, relief for
one moment and only
for one trickle.
the pelvis; the bladder
the uterus inflamed
I suppose, maybe
‘what could it have been?’
harried hormones,
or too much (or dirty) sex,
kisses from laden pets,
sweat pooled at my hollow
sat on my bike too long
to decompress, something
I ate, drank or sniffed..
who cares?
I breathe shallow now,
allow for more space
my distention visible I race
to the toilet, relief for
one moment and only
for one trickle.
#LifeStruggles
366 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Oct 2022 4:22pm
6th Oct 2022 4:22pm
Shell
On her
Birthday
she peeks out
the breeze
tickling her
nose
she flushes,
thinks
‘I am not ready
for this world’
and folds
into herself once more.
Birthday
she peeks out
the breeze
tickling her
nose
she flushes,
thinks
‘I am not ready
for this world’
and folds
into herself once more.
#anxiety
294 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2022 4:37pm
5th Oct 2022 4:37pm
One
Neutral November’s
eerie early morning air
carries the whispers of finches
that hide in naked branches
I whistle back, entangle in song
reread my letters- a stack
of seven pages, packed, each
with a different address, left
out in the open less one
tucked into my jacket, I leave
towards the Subway line
rock with my pace, I hold
one letter close and kiss it,
drop it, hear it fall inside the
red box, knowing she will read it
before all meaning fades
I fear I have made the ...
eerie early morning air
carries the whispers of finches
that hide in naked branches
I whistle back, entangle in song
reread my letters- a stack
of seven pages, packed, each
with a different address, left
out in the open less one
tucked into my jacket, I leave
towards the Subway line
rock with my pace, I hold
one letter close and kiss it,
drop it, hear it fall inside the
red box, knowing she will read it
before all meaning fades
I fear I have made the ...
#suicide
#MentalHealth
293 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Sep 2022 3:41pm
29th Sep 2022 3:41pm
Waves
We wander not aimlessly
but with a purpose
of aimlessness, we wander
with effort enforcing
effortlessness,
and
in these fine moments
where nothing and all
crash together like waves
of a hurricane, we
find solace in companionship,
we find company alone.
but with a purpose
of aimlessness, we wander
with effort enforcing
effortlessness,
and
in these fine moments
where nothing and all
crash together like waves
of a hurricane, we
find solace in companionship,
we find company alone.
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
258 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Sep 2022 6:10pm
11th Sep 2022 6:10pm
With
in,
found buried
beneath self-judgment
muddied in other
people’s opinions
next to this week’s
flavour of anxiety
gave
space to shine
grounding in self-trust
sweeping the mountain
of debris away,
realizing how
Light, I am
knowing all else
is powerless
over me.
found buried
beneath self-judgment
muddied in other
people’s opinions
next to this week’s
flavour of anxiety
gave
space to shine
grounding in self-trust
sweeping the mountain
of debris away,
realizing how
Light, I am
knowing all else
is powerless
over me.
#LifeChangingMoment
344 reads
15 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2022 3:59pm
8th Sep 2022 3:59pm
If You Still Exist
I pretend, on grey days
that you sit on the bench
in town next to the coffee
house drowning in a book
I recommended years ago;
you took one look, said it wasn’t
your tea, but with ease, you'd
be happy to read, debate
nuances over coffee
you point back to the cafe
and invite me in with that look
I remember long after all other
dreams between us fade.
that you sit on the bench
in town next to the coffee
house drowning in a book
I recommended years ago;
you took one look, said it wasn’t
your tea, but with ease, you'd
be happy to read, debate
nuances over coffee
you point back to the cafe
and invite me in with that look
I remember long after all other
dreams between us fade.
#memories
#FallingInLove
#nostalgia
192 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2022 8:55pm
3rd Sep 2022 8:55pm
Next
The sofa seems big when I
sit on one end of it. The
lamplight shadows where
you used to leave watermark
rings, and crumbly things, I
pretend not much has changed,
wipe your seat with my feet, as
though there aren’t two homes
in place of one, or awkward
info exchanges like we’re strangers,
swapping vacation times with our kiddos.
I pretend worlds weren’t switched
seeking new relationships with my
fingertips; missing you on this sofa, alone.
sit on one end of it. The
lamplight shadows where
you used to leave watermark
rings, and crumbly things, I
pretend not much has changed,
wipe your seat with my feet, as
though there aren’t two homes
in place of one, or awkward
info exchanges like we’re strangers,
swapping vacation times with our kiddos.
I pretend worlds weren’t switched
seeking new relationships with my
fingertips; missing you on this sofa, alone.
#breakup
#LifeStruggles
316 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2022 1:31am
3rd Sep 2022 1:31am
Thirty
He blows bubbles on the surface
making noises, treads for seconds,
takes a long breath in, rockets
to the bottom of the deep end.
I hold my breath with his, count;
start at three, hit seven, then move
fast, sit, toes plunge in cold water,
watch him below me carefully.
He surfaces, splashes, removes his
goggles, scolds me; I crashed his goal
of thirty!? I think he knows my need to
jump; he asks me 'please just trust me'.
‘I see you-’ I start, sit back, watch his
puckered fingers wipe his face, he ...
making noises, treads for seconds,
takes a long breath in, rockets
to the bottom of the deep end.
I hold my breath with his, count;
start at three, hit seven, then move
fast, sit, toes plunge in cold water,
watch him below me carefully.
He surfaces, splashes, removes his
goggles, scolds me; I crashed his goal
of thirty!? I think he knows my need to
jump; he asks me 'please just trust me'.
‘I see you-’ I start, sit back, watch his
puckered fingers wipe his face, he ...
#love
#motherhood
252 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2022 2:14pm
2nd Sep 2022 2:14pm
We Are Tired
In the third hour
you stop asking me
where I have been
long enough
for me to wash
the night from my skin.
you stop asking me
where I have been
long enough
for me to wash
the night from my skin.
#betrayal
191 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2022 5:57pm
1st Sep 2022 5:57pm
Not Gotten
Not Gotten
I got nothing
not gone to things
forgotten
forgot something
mis-gotten,
sat rotten,
no thought in
ill-gotten
quite often
quite me.
Not bought in,
not more than
one look got
no one mistook
mistakenly
a lot more
forgotten folk
got it from me.
Got nowhere
when I took
to be gotten
was not got
for got nothing
forgot all, forget
full regretfully
not gotten ...
I got nothing
not gone to things
forgotten
forgot something
mis-gotten,
sat rotten,
no thought in
ill-gotten
quite often
quite me.
Not bought in,
not more than
one look got
no one mistook
mistakenly
a lot more
forgotten folk
got it from me.
Got nowhere
when I took
to be gotten
was not got
for got nothing
forgot all, forget
full regretfully
not gotten ...
#identity
#WritersBlock
164 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2022 3:30pm
1st Sep 2022 3:30pm
Conjured
5am coffee, fresh
counter seats, and
white notebook sheets
partially scribbled doodles
and half-written words
reminiscent,
she blurs her truths
of past, of present- enmeshed
into one specific un-space
outside
neon shapes light up
flat paper building tops, and
youthful screams conjuring
clever chromatic accounts
of cityscape stories:
the lights, the nightlife,
the experience you love
when you can afford to
...
counter seats, and
white notebook sheets
partially scribbled doodles
and half-written words
reminiscent,
she blurs her truths
of past, of present- enmeshed
into one specific un-space
outside
neon shapes light up
flat paper building tops, and
youthful screams conjuring
clever chromatic accounts
of cityscape stories:
the lights, the nightlife,
the experience you love
when you can afford to
...
#nostalgia
183 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Aug 2022 2:44pm
24th Aug 2022 2:44pm
Certain
I found light
peace, and happiness
when I discovered
the grave difference between
making people happy, and
making certain people happy.
peace, and happiness
when I discovered
the grave difference between
making people happy, and
making certain people happy.
#SelfWorth
223 reads
10 Comments
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