Elena Plotkin

Elena Plotkin Poems

41. Response To 'I'M Going On Military Leave' 2/21/2014
42. Retirement 5/12/2014
43. Revenge And Spite 8/2/2013
44. Sorrow 2/21/2014
45. Step Back 8/14/2013
46. Sugar Man 3/5/2014
47. The Best Mother In The World 5/9/2014
48. The City's Homeless 7/14/2013
49. The Look On Your Face Says It All 8/13/2014
50. The Old Age Creak 1/21/2014
51. The Only Two People In The World 8/17/2013
52. The Only Two People In The World (Male Version) 3/4/2014
53. The Truth Behind The Fairy Tale Rapunzel 7/18/2013
54. The Truth Behind The Fairy Tale Beauty & The Beast 7/18/2013
55. The Truth Behind The Fairy Tale Sleeping Beauty 7/18/2013
56. The Truth Behind The Fairy Tale Snow White 7/18/2013
57. The Visitor 8/17/2013
58. The Wolf At The Door 8/27/2013
59. There Will Always Be A Place For You At My Table 8/16/2013
60. They Told Me To Laugh When I Was Crying 2/12/2015
61. Tiger, Tiger (Not Kipling) 2/21/2014
62. Time Is A Runner 7/8/2013
63. To Be 6/11/2013
64. To Err Is Human 9/8/2014
65. To The Teacher 11/22/2013
66. To The Womanizer 12/5/2013
67. Too Young To Know 7/21/2013
68. Truly Repentant 2/21/2014
69. Vegan 6/4/2013
70. Welcome To My Perfume Parlour 12/5/2013
71. What A Way To Go! 7/23/2014
72. What Hell Is This? 6/24/2013
73. When Looks Can Kill 9/25/2014
74. Who Will 12/31/2013
75. Why Is The Ocean So Salty? 8/14/2013
76. Writers Of Yore 8/27/2013
77. You'Re Lucky You Got What You Got! 2/12/2015
Best Poem of Elena Plotkin


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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