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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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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