Elena Plotkin


Elena Plotkin Poems

41. Oblivion 6/18/2013
42. Not All Fathers Will Get A Chance To Celebrate Father's Day 6/6/2013
43. My Grandbaby 7/10/2013
44. Mom's Little Feet And Little Hands 5/8/2014
45. Mistakes, I'Ve Made A Few... Thousand 4/28/2014
46. Love And Marriage 7/26/2013
47. Lost Connection 8/15/2013
48. Life's Work 6/12/2014
49. I Want To Be The Man In The Relationship 3/24/2015
50. I Shan'T Ever Forget Thee 7/15/2013
51. I Came Here By Taxi 12/24/2013
52. I Am Meth- Written By Anonymous 4/11/2014
53. Home Is Where The Heartache Is 9/3/2013
54. Heyyy! Why Is Life So Mean? 2/12/2015
55. Happy Valentine's Day 2/13/2014
56. Gold Digger Need Not Apply 10/10/2013
57. Geniuses Unite 10/1/2013
58. Forget-Me-Nots 12/31/2013
59. Foolishly Bet 2/21/2014
60. Every Time I'M Out About Town 8/28/2013
61. Do Not Fear 3/16/2015
62. Divorce 4/8/2014
63. Dear Mr. Saggy Pants 10/9/2013
64. Cutting Away At My Heart 8/6/2013
65. Crimes Of The Century 2/21/2014
66. Couples Therapy 8/27/2013
67. But Alas, Here I Take My Last Breath 9/12/2013
68. Birthday Blues 2/26/2015
69. Best Friends Forever 2/3/2014
70. Before We Met 8/27/2013
71. Banana 12/10/2013
72. Ballet Dancer 8/7/2013
73. Auguste Rodin In The Usa 2/13/2014
74. A Spring In My Step 2/12/2015
75. A Kiss 6/5/2013
Best Poem of Elena Plotkin

I Am Meth- Written By Anonymous

My Name: 'Is Meth'
I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I'm easily found,

I live all around you - in schools and in town
I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.

In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it ...

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Oblivion

Oblivion is not a state but a place
where all things go to leave no trace.
With only a memory to keep them here,
Is it any wonder they wish to disappear?

Oblivion is not a place but a name,
where all things are called to remain.
With nothing here to call them back,
Is it any wonder of what we've lost track?

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