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Gabrielle May 25
The world enters
She holds a plate
Bows to the table
Where you just ate

“Someone nice to fall in love with?”
“Yea sure, why not?”
It's been a heavy meal
Your stomach is wrought

Fork stabs at the corners
Breading, bland and bleak
You miss the previous course
This is all just lard and leek

But you asked for this
It's time to eat
You opted in
For something sweet

Are sweet things
Not enough for you?
Do you crave the heat?
Of spice and rue

Those rich delicacies
Made you shatter and break
Let go of them now
And finish your plate

What you get now
And all there is to order
A small, simple circle
With a felt-tip border

A pillow to sleep on
A jumper to wear
Someone nice to fall in love with
If you even care

A light to see by
A melody to hum
Flowers that creep
Between apple and plum

A meal that is certain
A modest, tidy pie
Someone nice to fall in love with
If you give it a try
This poem is about finding someone who is really lovely and stable, but part of you is still hung up on a previous tumultuous relationship.
Gabrielle Mar 24
The woman, a nest of grey,
Takes you down to Chelsea Bay.

She stories you, and every time,
Mentions her garden, offers a lime.

A pile of words, so interspersed,
Grows so large, she loses sight of the first.

You scale the sentences, smile in hand,
Laughter, reveals, accusals grand.

She tells you, think differently, make circles of these lines
Use all the pieces of this fruity life, don’t dare discard the rind.

If minds had hands, as pontificate in tandem,
you’d hold hers steady, sliding addendum to addendum.

Then, saying goodbye, she extends once more a lime.
Forgetting, all too quickly, you’d already declined.
This is about my friendship with someone who suffers from dementia.
Gabrielle Mar 24
Your curls have my fingers
So tight they won't let go

I could live here, hands on your head,
myself, your cargo.

Take me far away from here,
Around this great blueberry.

I'll ride high on your shoulders,
Or walk when you get wary.

At night, sleep, face up to the moon,
Your scalp set in my palms.

I'll tell you things about the stars,
my gentlemen in arms.
This one is about being with someone you can have adventures with
Gabrielle Nov 2024
There’s a nasty stain on the carpet
A yard from the door,
Dark orange of a shade
I once used to adore.

I’ve bleached and soaked the relentless spot
Till my hands and knees bit,
I’ve covered it with rugs,
But my mind still wont remit.

Curse the careless way I ate that fruit!
I cry into the smudge.
Each time I walk inside,
This brand relights my grudge.

Maybe over time I’ll learn to note it less,
A spark more than a fire.
Till then I guess I stare,
At this mandarin expired.
This poem is about not being able to move on from the damage a relationship has done to you.
Gabrielle Nov 2024
I stared at the pond for hours
Dipping my index and letting it drip

A rustle here, a rumour there,
Wouldnt stir my pouted lip.

In the green I didn’t note you.
No bark or howl did you insist.

I had defied your mild chirping,
Untill I saw you wearing mist.

Green frog, looking upwards.
Slight, but surely there.

Please stay here, pondside with me,
In this sigh im glad to share.
This poem is about finding love again when you were sure you couldn't
Gabrielle Aug 2024
Theres a jar of honey
In my heart.
The lid stays closed,
For the most part.

When it does come loose
And I feel the sweet sting
Sugar to my ventricles,
I remember everything.

The memories hot in my mind
Turn to toast.
Syrup like stained glass,
In a church of sugared ghosts.

Golden turn my mouth and eyes
Glucose grips my throat.
For a moment I have sweetly sunk,
And then I start to float

The lid returns, I ***** it on.
Each time tighter than before.
We cant have honey everywhere,
Look at these puddles on the floor.
Gabrielle Jun 2024
My sad is copper sulfate,
A blue shriek in my sternum,

A pressure frame inside me,
Too far away to burn him.

Leave my sad to crystallise,
Please just keep your distance.

Through my stalagmites of sorrow
Take the line of least resistance.

I carve companions from the rock,
Each one a salty clone.

I’ve made societies down here
To sit with my alone.
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