Category Archives: Poetry

I am the virus

I am the virus.

I need to be contained.

My venom spreads with every word I say.

I am the virus.

I wish I was contained.

The spikes are taken out of the wheels and I’m definitely not sane.

I am the virus.

You’ll wish I was contained.

I’ll make your every word the last one in this endless game.

I was the virus.

I’m all alone.

Not that I regret your number calling on my phone.

I was the virus.

I followed your decree.

Now your head sits alone on my bare knee.

I am the virus

I am the virus.

I need to be contained.

My venom spreads with every word I say.

I am the virus.

I wish I was contained.

The spikes are taken out of the wheels and I’m definitely not sane.

I am the virus.

You’ll wish I was contained.

I’ll make your every word the last one in this endless game.

I was the virus.

I’m all alone.

Not that I regret your number calling on my phone.

I was the virus.

I followed your decree.

Now your head sits alone on my bare knee.

The Far Away Land

THE FAR AWAY LAND

 

Strands

floating,

reaching out –

hair in a breeze,

holding onto cliffs,

their jagged angles like

shards of glass, all broken and

sprinkled with hot ice that can burn

exposed shivering fingers and toes;

where whispering winds steal my breath away.

 

 

Copyright held by ©Eloise De Sousa (2020)

 

If the World was ending, you’d come over – right?

If the world was ending, I’d come over, right

Ready to spend the entire night

Never having to say good-bye,

Knowing you’d be the last face I’d see tonight.

 

Would you save me as your final list:

The person who says: ‘to hell with it?’

The one you who you always thought you’d celebrate?

The person who held it all together –

wasn’t easy saying ‘I’m jealous’, yeah,

Even though I haven’t been around for it.

 

Yet, I know, you know, we know

That you’ll be coming round tonight.

If all the world knows, it’s going to be

time to get out of sight…

 

If the world was ending, I’d come over, right

Ready to spend the entire night

Never having to say good-bye

Knowing you’d be the last face I’d see tonight.

 

 

Copyright held by ©Eloise De Sousa (2020)

Bitter Love

Nuances once found endearing

Now grate against my skin

Scratching, screaming down my vertebrae

Telling me all your sins

 

Incompetence and flagrant misdirection

Needles picking at your inconsistency

Integral parts of my anatomy

Shouting out allegories against your existence

 

Deprivation within the biomass

This disorder known as yourself

Rip disregarded respect and faith

Away from all harmony; my loss, your wealth

 

 

Copyright held by ©Eloise De Sousa (2018)

 

Because I’m not worth it!

Safe guard!

Shout out self worth.

Keep communication

Open and safe and free for all –

But me!

 

 

 

Pic courtesy of https://twitter.com/scottdurairaj/status/833692383401406464

 

 

Vitriol, chamomile for my soul

Sour tasting words expounded,

Sweet saccharine sounds;

A melody of chaffing rhetoric,

Holding you, tightly bound. Continue reading

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #274 Air&Lantern.

It has been a while since I’ve participated in Ronovan’s haiku challenge. What a great way to celebrate poetry.

Here is my attempt for the challenge words Air and Lantern:

Shapeless serpent breathes,

Blowing hope, up and away –

Lighting the darkness.

 

If you’d like to try your hand at a haiku, here are Ronovan’s helpful tips:

https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/10/07/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-274-airlantern/

Have a go.

Space Dust Celebrates National Poetry Day

As a special feature, I thought it might be fun, to create a quick ditty for Big Ox and Little One!

Floating free on the rainbow trail

Big Ox and Little one prepared to set sail

Across the sky on a mission to see

Cheesy Dust and maybe a pepper pot tree.

Using his absolute favourite spoon

Big Ox propelled the boat in the direction of the moon.

“Will we see Mummy today?”

“I don’t see why not. She mentioned needing extra cheese and pepper for her spots.”

“Don’t be silly,” replied Little One, grinning at the joke. “I really want to wave hello, not make silly pokes.”

Happy National Poetry Day!

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Desire

Foraging for the purpose, the point

of our desire. Quenched so quickly,

Yes, the yearning holds more fire.

Such heat! Doesn’t it defeat the purpose,

The target, the goal of consummation? Sweet soul eaten like dessert, no hesitation.

A dire, empty bowl scraped – now inert. Serene is the tongue holding that lingering flavour.

Is it the yearning or consumed desire we savour?