Submissions by ursa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
.I don't write to be understood, as that seems impossible. I write to relate while falling deep into my emotional world.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th May 2024 1:33pm
16th May 2024 1:33pm
Insignificance
I am supposed to love
you, in my suffering
spread on these pages
between half sentences,
yet like my body,
these offerings, never
meant much to you.
you, in my suffering
spread on these pages
between half sentences,
yet like my body,
these offerings, never
meant much to you.
#heartbroken
155 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2024 2:40pm
15th May 2024 2:40pm
Unassuming
You set a date, bring roses,
open the car door, fumble
while offering wine, I
warm to your heart, you
tell me this cold room has
been occupied for years by
another, though you cannot
remember her name, yet
I am supposed to love you.
open the car door, fumble
while offering wine, I
warm to your heart, you
tell me this cold room has
been occupied for years by
another, though you cannot
remember her name, yet
I am supposed to love you.
#hurt
171 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th May 2024 2:07pm
4th May 2024 2:07pm
Ode to Gen X
The poem unwritten, words rarely expressed
not ever the host, never asked to be guest
in your childhood, left feral, uncared for, discarded
tending to self, armed in latch-keys; unguarded
Apologetic, serene, your work-ethic on par
you cover your bruises, aware of your scars
where your face is forgotten you lead with your eyes
an adult at eight, and at fifty you rise
to the rather oblivious; your plans laid backstage
preparing for battle, persevering with age
you survive in your values; placid,...
not ever the host, never asked to be guest
in your childhood, left feral, uncared for, discarded
tending to self, armed in latch-keys; unguarded
Apologetic, serene, your work-ethic on par
you cover your bruises, aware of your scars
where your face is forgotten you lead with your eyes
an adult at eight, and at fifty you rise
to the rather oblivious; your plans laid backstage
preparing for battle, persevering with age
you survive in your values; placid,...
#misunderstood
210 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2024 3:09am
1st May 2024 3:09am
Waves
I was not there.
They shared my news, then asked for more;
I was not there!
Who would have thought that I might care?
That pain of losing him at four
when Ocean seized love from my shore;
I was not there.
They shared my news, then asked for more;
I was not there!
Who would have thought that I might care?
That pain of losing him at four
when Ocean seized love from my shore;
I was not there.
#grief
205 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2024 2:30am
1st May 2024 2:30am
Between
Where I touch you
between these sheets,
in sleep and uninspired,
yet inspiring you to follow
like a thumb tucked behind
my fingertips, dragging
underneath but not expressing,
not seeing, tormented
lust for the unrequited-
not the easy nor the boring,
but the unimaginable, the
intangible, the untouched notes
of song spread sparse, and beneath
you, blind, and yet wholly seen
through these scenes we play
out, leave our bodies-
and yet the silence, where
sound soaks into backdrop ...
between these sheets,
in sleep and uninspired,
yet inspiring you to follow
like a thumb tucked behind
my fingertips, dragging
underneath but not expressing,
not seeing, tormented
lust for the unrequited-
not the easy nor the boring,
but the unimaginable, the
intangible, the untouched notes
of song spread sparse, and beneath
you, blind, and yet wholly seen
through these scenes we play
out, leave our bodies-
and yet the silence, where
sound soaks into backdrop ...
#love
175 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2024 7:50pm
21st Apr 2024 7:50pm
Agape Love
You are stronger here
than I could dream you
deep within my soul,
dancing with our
merging Spirits,
enveloping us whole.
than I could dream you
deep within my soul,
dancing with our
merging Spirits,
enveloping us whole.
#love
300 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2024 3:54pm
16th Apr 2024 3:54pm
It's What They Tell Me
I am a true American heroine
ate a little too much Florentine, and salmon
at Sunday brunch, and again at Monday’s lunch
as there is nothing else to do with leftovers.
You search for yourself in my profile
not how it is written, but in between, where
you’ve bitten more than you can swallow,
need to mould me by not mine, but your design
place me high on your angelic pedestal
an itch in my big toe has me fumbling fast
towards to your feet, wrapped neat in a ribbon
we tie up my evening with playing Juliet
To You,...
ate a little too much Florentine, and salmon
at Sunday brunch, and again at Monday’s lunch
as there is nothing else to do with leftovers.
You search for yourself in my profile
not how it is written, but in between, where
you’ve bitten more than you can swallow,
need to mould me by not mine, but your design
place me high on your angelic pedestal
an itch in my big toe has me fumbling fast
towards to your feet, wrapped neat in a ribbon
we tie up my evening with playing Juliet
To You,...
#betrayal
139 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2024 1:45am
14th Apr 2024 1:45am
I Wish I Felt You Not
In our night lit with
torn, gin-stained stockings
bound by realized requests
diluting to the undesirable;
enmeshed within roles we
resisted, and yet yearning for
but where we began, in the
wholeness of hope-soaked,
faraway love; nothing less.
torn, gin-stained stockings
bound by realized requests
diluting to the undesirable;
enmeshed within roles we
resisted, and yet yearning for
but where we began, in the
wholeness of hope-soaked,
faraway love; nothing less.
#relationships
#heartbroken
#conflict
131 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2024 9:06pm
13th Apr 2024 9:06pm
Somewhere
Biting the lip of intrigue,
conviction in his writing
such concepts; dancing
words pervade my façade;
worn through time and lost love
to know of perfection
whispered here, and upon me
tickles spirit and senses, as
a breeze in summer’s evening,
on the rise of one sun.
conviction in his writing
such concepts; dancing
words pervade my façade;
worn through time and lost love
to know of perfection
whispered here, and upon me
tickles spirit and senses, as
a breeze in summer’s evening,
on the rise of one sun.
#romantic
#dating
#crush #LookingForLove
#crush #LookingForLove
231 reads
9 Comments
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
501 reads
9 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
483 reads
15 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
396 reads
5 Comments
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