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I can feel it when I sleep.
I feel it when I walk.
Gnawing at my heels.
Even in the most soothing of lights, I can't sit still.
Voids have a nagging, clawing and cavernous way,
of begging to be filled.
"Voids" © Fleur Poetic 2023
Image Credit- Daniel Jensen on Unsplash.com
Thank you guys for all the love I've received on this one. It's one of my favorite pieces I've written this year. <3
Diversity is the hinge of humanity,
and beauty is a prism of courage.
Love is Love.
And You are You,
No validation needed.
Closets are only placeholders for truth.
"LOVE IS LOVE" © Fleur Poetic 2023
Image Credit- Photo by Jiroe (Matia Rengel) on Unsplash.com
Happy Pride!
I looked at the words I had written, and found my heart poured over the page… with a swift and stern silence, I threw it away.
I carry you with me
In my body
Always
A casual tourist
In the garden of my soul
"A Casual Tourist" © Fleur Poetic 2024
Image Credit: Photo by Saffu on Unsplash.com
I had the incredible honor of being featured on the "The Short of It" of the I Write Her blog. This blog has featured so many great poets and it feels wonderful to be given a small platform among them. I highly recommend you follow Susi and her blog as well submit your work for consideration for future features!
Ian Schneider – Unsplash Touch Me Insistent voices and tiny faces A sea of vastness Your touch replaces The Wandering Cartographer fro
ligaments lifted from their home
tissue cleaved from bone
sewn into the fabric
of this textile skin
sinew and lace
synthetic fibers to replace
the space in which the iron
raced through this body
at vascular pace
I've erased all trace of the
scars you've placed
at the base of this
hollowed out rib cage
where the phrase
I love you
ricocheted it's way
inside the space
in which I once held dear
the image of your face
“Sinew and Lace” © Fleur Poetic 2023
Image Credit- Photo by Magdaline John on Unsplash.com
One of my favorites from 2023. I'm finding it's okay to love the things we create. Every once in awhile....
If "best friends" is forever,
Then eternity is a pin-pricked drop of rain,
Consumed by the Ocean of time.
I wonder if her high and mighty tides crashed gleefully at the audacity of our laughter,
Thinking we could weather her storms,
Until the flesh vacated our bones and returned to the dampening earth,
Saturated by her tears of longing.
Is it sirens that beckoned sailors to their deaths?
Or the melody of a hungry, lonely sea?
Collecting laughter on her current winds,
And replacing it with melancholy.
"A Hungry Sea" © Fleur Poetic 2024
Image Credit: Photo by John Towner on Unsplash.com
Your touch
The tips of blades
Your embrace
An etching of wills
Your presence
Void of an echo
A continuum of ego
With hands just out of reach
Your Love
Is a bleeding of quills
And a gnashing of teeth
Image Credit: Photo by Umanoide on Unsplash.com
"You" © Fleur Poetic 2024
"When you go, I will know.....Follow you to the stars...."
Song lyrics from "Pearl of The Stars" by Coheed and Cambria
Image Credit- Photo by Greg Rakozv on Unsplash.com
Keep Me Closer
broken glances nestled between gaps of closure
clenched fists and laughter
false smiles for broken lover
heart ensnared in sleeves now folded
memories fade with fondness smothered
yet still
call me your friend and pull me ever closer
is it my name you'll call when the world is over
“Keep Me Closer" © Fleur Poetic 2023
Image Credit- Gaspar Uhas on Unsplash.com
Can you hear the ringing in my ears too?
Are you deafened by the echoing of it's piercing cadence?
Do you see the stain of crimson's kiss upon my cheeks and think me a girlish fool or do you fear an unknown rage bubbling beneath the surface of my skin - a birthright granted to all the women of the world who learn at such a young age to swallow their thoughts and compound their feelings into a silent drone of quiet distemperment for fear of being put down or worse, put in "their place"?
Why do I have to choose between respect and attractiveness?
Why does the ringing not reverberate an assault upon the glass ceiling I'm trapped under? I will shatter myself long before the ceiling collapses. A sea of tiny deaths will not usher change but it doesn't stop me from trying.
"Diary Entry 8" © Fleur Poetic 2023
Image Credit- Dasha Yukhymyuk on Unsplash.com
Bends or Breaks
I wish I could collapse myself inward,
to a quiet place.
One that doesn't boast of it's recklessness,
and reserve it's reckonings from those deserving of wreckage.
I wish I could fold myself away,
into a quiet place,
but my limbs don't bend that way.
© Fleur Poetic 2023
Image Credit- Photo by Larm Rmah on Unsplash.com
A Poem Titled "Suicide" by Freya Pickard
no one hears me
therefore I do not exist
pale ghost in shadow
I step out into sunlight
erupt in blaze of glory
Originally published on The Short of It Vol 2- Reflections and Revelations Edited by Susi Bocks.
Image Credit- Photo by Cash Macanaya on Unsplash.com
Truth or Lie
nervous energy
filling the room
your feet turned towards the door
my feet turned towards you
we could've been anywhere else
if only one of us told the truth
A poem titled "There" by JeanMarie Olivieri
"It starts with a sigh,
a longing, an itch, a desire.
Pick up snacks.
Forget the map.
There will be a destination
in any direction we go.
It begins when 'you are leaving...'
is in the rearview mirror."
Originally Featured in The Short of It Vol 2- Reflections and Revelations Edited by Susi Bocks
Image Credit- Photo by Tim Trad on Unsplash.com
pour the salve of you
all over me…yes. it hurts everywhere
even where you can’t see.
—The Hollow Quiet
