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
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
377 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
451 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
294 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
402 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
356 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
324 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
248 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
288 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
308 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2022 8:49pm
22nd Aug 2022 8:49pm
[untitled]
It’s my depression,
my issue'
you tell me while
the edges
of your shadow
splice me at the knees, and
fold me into your story.
my issue'
you tell me while
the edges
of your shadow
splice me at the knees, and
fold me into your story.
#depression
#relationships
447 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2022 8:36pm
21st Aug 2022 8:36pm
Neighbour
Neighbour
You don’t care when you block her driveway,
trample on her marigolds and day lilies;
angry, you think that she can’t stand men, insult
her with words you wouldn’t say to your own family.
I have her over for spiced chai tea, and
honey-graham biscuits while you went
fishing this past weekend, she helped me
pick weeds, and paint the porch swing
earthy orange
I smile a hundred ways in her direction
when you snort something sounding
oddly like ‘you can’t fix stupid’; hold my
car keys a...
You don’t care when you block her driveway,
trample on her marigolds and day lilies;
angry, you think that she can’t stand men, insult
her with words you wouldn’t say to your own family.
I have her over for spiced chai tea, and
honey-graham biscuits while you went
fishing this past weekend, she helped me
pick weeds, and paint the porch swing
earthy orange
I smile a hundred ways in her direction
when you snort something sounding
oddly like ‘you can’t fix stupid’; hold my
car keys a...
#ignorance
353 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Aug 2022 7:46pm
16th Aug 2022 7:46pm
Breath
Breath
I lift my head from my pillow
sit silently, attentive to
footsteps spilled rapidly
onto hardwood downstairs.
In this one perfect moment
the moon blades in light for me
and I know with a newness
my life and my purpose
while you finish my breath.
I lift my head from my pillow
sit silently, attentive to
footsteps spilled rapidly
onto hardwood downstairs.
In this one perfect moment
the moon blades in light for me
and I know with a newness
my life and my purpose
while you finish my breath.
#LifeChangingMoment
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