Elena Plotkin


Elena Plotkin Poems

1. A Kiss 6/5/2013
2. A Spring In My Step 2/12/2015
3. Auguste Rodin In The Usa 2/13/2014
4. Baby, I'M Ready To Live The Fantasy 3/13/2015
5. Ballet Dancer 8/7/2013
6. Banana 12/10/2013
7. Before We Met 8/27/2013
8. Best Friends Forever 2/3/2014
9. Birthday Blues 2/26/2015
10. But Alas, Here I Take My Last Breath 9/12/2013
11. Couples Therapy 8/27/2013
12. Crimes Of The Century 2/21/2014
13. Cutting Away At My Heart 8/6/2013
14. Dear Mother Dear 4/25/2015
15. Dear Mr. Saggy Pants 10/9/2013
16. Divorce 4/8/2014
17. Do Not Fear 3/16/2015
18. Every Time I'M Out About Town 8/28/2013
19. Foolishly Bet 2/21/2014
20. Forget-Me-Nots 12/31/2013
21. Geniuses Unite 10/1/2013
22. Gold Digger Need Not Apply 10/10/2013
23. Happy Valentine's Day 2/13/2014
24. Heyyy! Why Is Life So Mean? 2/12/2015
25. Home Is Where The Heartache Is 9/3/2013
26. I Am Meth- Written By Anonymous 4/11/2014
27. I Came Here By Taxi 12/24/2013
28. I Shan'T Ever Forget Thee 7/15/2013
29. I Want To Be The Man In The Relationship 3/24/2015
30. Life's Work 6/12/2014
31. Lost Connection 8/15/2013
32. Love And Marriage 7/26/2013
33. Mistakes, I'Ve Made A Few... Thousand 4/28/2014
34. Mom's Little Feet And Little Hands 5/8/2014
35. Mother 5/8/2015
36. My Grandbaby 7/10/2013
37. Not All Fathers Will Get A Chance To Celebrate Father's Day 6/6/2013
38. Oblivion 6/18/2013
39. Orange 12/11/2013
40. Please No More 7/12/2013
Best Poem of Elena Plotkin

Banana

I grew up with a bunch of others,
Just me with my sisters and brothers.
When I was younger, I was green and tough,
But as I grew older, I discovered life could be rough.
I changed and grew softer, some called me yellow.
But I was no coward, just a very cautious fellow.
Because where I come from you never know the day,
That your whole family gets eaten or just carted away.

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What Hell Is This?

What Pain is this that never seems to go away,
but only grows stronger and more acute each day?

What Scars are these that never seem to fade,
but only reopen anew without aid of any blade?

What Nightmares are these that never seem to stop,
but only proceed to sprout up like some bumper crop?

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