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 Aug 2022 4:14pm
16th Aug 2022 4:14pm
Filled Pockets
Filled Pockets
I lost my old life in napkins
penned one letter at a time
wore my scribbles for clothing
long after you died.
I’ve shed sorrow through tears,
and drawn pain out through blood
yet my pocket-sized problems
will not ever let up.
I lost my old life in napkins
penned one letter at a time
wore my scribbles for clothing
long after you died.
I’ve shed sorrow through tears,
and drawn pain out through blood
yet my pocket-sized problems
will not ever let up.
#depression
#grief
#denial
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Aug 2022 2:53pm
12th Aug 2022 2:53pm
You
You
caught between your now and your past
could not flourish the future you wanted, got mad
pretend nothing was wrong, you’ve got this in your hands
You
break all the glasses, and smile- say it’s okay
you haven’t hurt anyone and instantly think you’ve changed,
apologize over, while we hope for this show to end
You
are begged to see doctors you say they know nothing
you know you need help, go once, and feel something
convinced you know better and use only their jargon
You
...
caught between your now and your past
could not flourish the future you wanted, got mad
pretend nothing was wrong, you’ve got this in your hands
You
break all the glasses, and smile- say it’s okay
you haven’t hurt anyone and instantly think you’ve changed,
apologize over, while we hope for this show to end
You
are begged to see doctors you say they know nothing
you know you need help, go once, and feel something
convinced you know better and use only their jargon
You
...
#relationships
#heartbroken
#MentalHealth
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2022 10:49pm
7th Aug 2022 10:49pm
Trip
We tiptoe 'round
feelings, and other
confuzzling things
we dare not read into
cement-stayed with ends-frayed all
stinging beneath our heart's lining.
Tickling the pineal with limerick
the ole gland, the grand ‘ship
submerged in emotion yet
surfacing empty, after and only
while we were left drowning in
home-grown defeat.
feelings, and other
confuzzling things
we dare not read into
cement-stayed with ends-frayed all
stinging beneath our heart's lining.
Tickling the pineal with limerick
the ole gland, the grand ‘ship
submerged in emotion yet
surfacing empty, after and only
while we were left drowning in
home-grown defeat.
#relationships
#emotions
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2022 8:44pm
11th Jun 2022 8:44pm
Seen From The Skies
Our statement stood
we couldn’t see them
in this dark night;
our evening’s serum
hindered sight
and their reflection,
brightly designed
for our protection
safety pylons
blared at us to
STOP.
In any case
we hit them hard,
our car spun forward
rubber screeching,
we start screaming,
sparks kept flying-
we closed our eyes
-before we knew it,
we went up in flame.
we couldn’t see them
in this dark night;
our evening’s serum
hindered sight
and their reflection,
brightly designed
for our protection
safety pylons
blared at us to
STOP.
In any case
we hit them hard,
our car spun forward
rubber screeching,
we start screaming,
sparks kept flying-
we closed our eyes
-before we knew it,
we went up in flame.
#regret
#dark
#death #risk
#death #risk
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2022 11:14pm
4th Jun 2022 11:14pm
Water
After Maria Negroni’s the Baby
Power is in nonviolence, nonresistance.
Water gives, and takes
in the tides without strife,
allowing silent strength to permeate,
take shape in reception.
Build, and break.
I am Water.
When you dig deep you find me.
You will always find me.
Mamma, stand down,
your baby is well.
He is curious, keen and lively;
his desires actualized,
he bathes in our world’s treasures.
His competence leans into your scriptures,
resides blessed among
the many...
Power is in nonviolence, nonresistance.
Water gives, and takes
in the tides without strife,
allowing silent strength to permeate,
take shape in reception.
Build, and break.
I am Water.
When you dig deep you find me.
You will always find me.
Mamma, stand down,
your baby is well.
He is curious, keen and lively;
his desires actualized,
he bathes in our world’s treasures.
His competence leans into your scriptures,
resides blessed among
the many...
#strength
#courage
#birth
#motherhood
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2022 6:04pm
14th May 2022 6:04pm
The Guest
The Guest
You still scratch your neck
when your mind wanders
from this moment
playing Call of Duty
with the screen still too close
to your eyes, and in between breaths
you text your girlfriend
‘come for dinner’;
I have never met her.
Downstairs, Dad is making
meat sauce forgetting the garlic
I can smell from the kitchen, and
now warmly encircling us-
I silently urge you to tell him
to add some more onion and
he, too, should know
there will be three
at the table tonight. ...
You still scratch your neck
when your mind wanders
from this moment
playing Call of Duty
with the screen still too close
to your eyes, and in between breaths
you text your girlfriend
‘come for dinner’;
I have never met her.
Downstairs, Dad is making
meat sauce forgetting the garlic
I can smell from the kitchen, and
now warmly encircling us-
I silently urge you to tell him
to add some more onion and
he, too, should know
there will be three
at the table tonight. ...
#motherhood
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2022 12:59pm
14th May 2022 12:59pm
Justice, Judgment, and Second Chances
i. Justice
Karma pummelled
my greatest plans
ii. Judgment
left to reflect
on the ruin;
little drive,
less demand
iii. 9 of Pentacles
knowing
I will soon rise again
build my home
on this earth;
any stick, any stone,
every gift in my hand.
Karma pummelled
my greatest plans
ii. Judgment
left to reflect
on the ruin;
little drive,
less demand
iii. 9 of Pentacles
knowing
I will soon rise again
build my home
on this earth;
any stick, any stone,
every gift in my hand.
#LifeChangingMoment
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn #NewYear
#MovingOn #NewYear
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2022 8:04pm
1st May 2022 8:04pm
Pack Together
Pack Together
You throw your shorts, and
toothbrush in a bag
I fold your shirts,
dust our suitcases,
rummage the kitchen
for single cutlery and plates
which have lived all these years
while the rest cracked, lost, or
broken, we find what you need but
you want nothing more.
The paperwork floods long before
the demand for our signatures,
surnames on each side at the end
and those whispers from neighbours
with the closing of home and
our hearts at the door
we agree over and over that...
You throw your shorts, and
toothbrush in a bag
I fold your shirts,
dust our suitcases,
rummage the kitchen
for single cutlery and plates
which have lived all these years
while the rest cracked, lost, or
broken, we find what you need but
you want nothing more.
The paperwork floods long before
the demand for our signatures,
surnames on each side at the end
and those whispers from neighbours
with the closing of home and
our hearts at the door
we agree over and over that...
#relationships
#heartbroken
#breakup
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jan 2022 6:47pm
24th Jan 2022 6:47pm
The Salesman
she is bored, even more
since the kids have grown
and I no longer rush home
for meals served warm
when the neighbor comes over
she finger-combs her curls
and stains her lips- in ‘berry-kiss’-
bent into a simper
is when I remember
I, too,
once knocked on her door.
since the kids have grown
and I no longer rush home
for meals served warm
when the neighbor comes over
she finger-combs her curls
and stains her lips- in ‘berry-kiss’-
bent into a simper
is when I remember
I, too,
once knocked on her door.
#relationships
#apathy
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2022 4:30pm
22nd Jan 2022 4:30pm
Bed Expectations
I made the bed with knuckles cramped
and stomach churning from caffeine
removed all sheets and started clean
lifted linens, tightened corners
my frail knees buckled, sore shins screamed.
Misted perfume over cotton
-flattened creases, airing pillows
waving from my inflamed shoulders,
fluffing, fussing, folding fabric-
until the bed was neat.
And when my husband peaked to see
what, today, came over me, he
cried ‘far too often I have seen
this bed made with you in between
these sheets and nowhere else it seems!’ ...
and stomach churning from caffeine
removed all sheets and started clean
lifted linens, tightened corners
my frail knees buckled, sore shins screamed.
Misted perfume over cotton
-flattened creases, airing pillows
waving from my inflamed shoulders,
fluffing, fussing, folding fabric-
until the bed was neat.
And when my husband peaked to see
what, today, came over me, he
cried ‘far too often I have seen
this bed made with you in between
these sheets and nowhere else it seems!’ ...
#regret
#relationships
#conflict
#frustration
#disappointment
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2022 8:04pm
16th Jan 2022 8:04pm
In Morning
Perched Robins sing
in view from
our kitchen window
relieving our silence
a light breeze
whistles through
evoking oils
pressed onto skin
I wash,
breathing deeply
fresh morning air;
late to the moment
you,
knotted-nosed,
recall the perfume
you no longer love.
in view from
our kitchen window
relieving our silence
a light breeze
whistles through
evoking oils
pressed onto skin
I wash,
breathing deeply
fresh morning air;
late to the moment
you,
knotted-nosed,
recall the perfume
you no longer love.
#heartbroken
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2022 3:09pm
6th Jan 2022 3:09pm
New Year
The wind blows in
early January’s cold
soft, quiet, grey
snowflakes for both
mystery and monotony.
I am holding onto
last night’s moment
where fireworks
lit up our sky
watched them
through reflections
in your eyes
I saw a different beauty
I know
by the warmth
of your measured breath,
and the way our home melts
the runaway snowflakes,
how our heavy comforter
holds the smell
of yesterday’s meals
I am sustained
in my winter.
early January’s cold
soft, quiet, grey
snowflakes for both
mystery and monotony.
I am holding onto
last night’s moment
where fireworks
lit up our sky
watched them
through reflections
in your eyes
I saw a different beauty
I know
by the warmth
of your measured breath,
and the way our home melts
the runaway snowflakes,
how our heavy comforter
holds the smell
of yesterday’s meals
I am sustained
in my winter.
#love
#beauty
#peace
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