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Poems
Stevie Idle Jun 2017
eleanor
Stevie Idle
Jun 2017
i run the bath once more
and rewind your home, too
cuddled and tucked into each other's core
eleanor
all the sweet lies about sweet love
that were said from you
eleanor
roars howling outside my apartment
wet faces reflect on its windows
you were the patch around these bombardments
whetted daggers under her pillows
eleanor
casanovas in the city
fancying themselves swing stage licenses
hung me out to dry, technically
consider the pegs and dive into silences
eleanor
may god act as he see fit
i did mine, at least...
eleanor
if you've never been in love
eleanor
and rewind your home, too
cuddled and tucked into each other's core
eleanor
all the sweet lies about sweet love
that were said from you
eleanor
roars howling outside my apartment
wet faces reflect on its windows
you were the patch around these bombardments
whetted daggers under her pillows
eleanor
casanovas in the city
fancying themselves swing stage licenses
hung me out to dry, technically
consider the pegs and dive into silences
eleanor
may god act as he see fit
i did mine, at least...
eleanor
if you've never been in love
eleanor
got inspired by the song "higgs" by frank ocean, lol.
gg
Apr 2013
Eleanor lives in house number three
And walks through her garden there
It's the place where she always wants to be.
There's a swing outside hanging from the tree
That she and her neighbors share,
Eleanor who lives in house number three
Eleanor and her friends squeal with glee
As they take turns flying through the air
It's a place where they always want to be.
As she swings she imagines what it's like to be free
And to live a life without any cares
In a world away from house number three
She tried to beg and she tried to plea
Now children only play there on a dare
It's a place where no one wants to be.
Eleanor tried her best to flee
But he caught her by the hair
Eleanor lived in house number three
And that's where her soul will always be.
And walks through her garden there
It's the place where she always wants to be.
There's a swing outside hanging from the tree
That she and her neighbors share,
Eleanor who lives in house number three
Eleanor and her friends squeal with glee
As they take turns flying through the air
It's a place where they always want to be.
As she swings she imagines what it's like to be free
And to live a life without any cares
In a world away from house number three
She tried to beg and she tried to plea
Now children only play there on a dare
It's a place where no one wants to be.
Eleanor tried her best to flee
But he caught her by the hair
Eleanor lived in house number three
And that's where her soul will always be.
A villanelle written for my AP Literature class
PhantomDreamer Jan 4
Eleanor
PhantomDreamer
Jan 4
Eleanor
Who is she?
A shadow of a woman, waiting in earnest
for someone to care.
Beautiful phantom, hoping that someday
she will no longer be lonely.
Maybe no longer be Eleanor, but someone different
Someone better.
Eleanor
Where is she
Lingering in the church, waiting in earnest
for someone to notice her.
Majestic ghoul, sitting alone and longing
For a companion.
Someone to keep her company as she
slowly dies.
Eleanor
Why is she?
Holding on to hope, waiting in earnest
for someone to mourn her
Ghost at last, though everything seems to be the same
as when she was alive
As her coffin is placed in the ground
with no one there to toss dirt over it,
Eleanor finally loses hope.
Lonely Eleanor
Lonely, lonely
Cries tears that no one will see
She looks around, invisible as she's always been
Goes back to her home
Life resumes
As if nothing ever happened.
Who is she?
A shadow of a woman, waiting in earnest
for someone to care.
Beautiful phantom, hoping that someday
she will no longer be lonely.
Maybe no longer be Eleanor, but someone different
Someone better.
Eleanor
Where is she
Lingering in the church, waiting in earnest
for someone to notice her.
Majestic ghoul, sitting alone and longing
For a companion.
Someone to keep her company as she
slowly dies.
Eleanor
Why is she?
Holding on to hope, waiting in earnest
for someone to mourn her
Ghost at last, though everything seems to be the same
as when she was alive
As her coffin is placed in the ground
with no one there to toss dirt over it,
Eleanor finally loses hope.
Lonely Eleanor
Lonely, lonely
Cries tears that no one will see
She looks around, invisible as she's always been
Goes back to her home
Life resumes
As if nothing ever happened.
Based off of Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles