Elena Plotkin


Elena Plotkin Poems

81. The Look On Your Face Says It All 8/13/2014
82. The Old Age Creak 1/21/2014
83. The Only Two People In The World 8/17/2013
84. The Only Two People In The World (Male Version) 3/4/2014
85. The Truth Behind The Fairy Tale Rapunzel 7/18/2013
86. The Truth Behind The Fairy Tale Beauty & The Beast 7/18/2013
87. The Truth Behind The Fairy Tale Sleeping Beauty 7/18/2013
88. The Truth Behind The Fairy Tale Snow White 7/18/2013
89. The Visitor 8/17/2013
90. The Wolf At The Door 8/27/2013
91. There Will Always Be A Place For You At My Table 8/16/2013
92. They Told Me To Laugh When I Was Crying 2/12/2015
93. Thoughts And Actions 4/20/2016
94. Thoughts Of Death 8/5/2016
95. Tiger, Tiger (Not Kipling) 2/21/2014
96. Time Is A Runner 7/8/2013
97. To Be 6/11/2013
98. To Err Is Human 9/8/2014
99. To The Future President 1/4/2016
100. To The Love Sick 3/2/2016
101. To The Meddler 5/19/2016
102. To The Spouse Of My Ex-Spouse 2/5/2016
103. To The Teacher 11/22/2013
104. To The Terrorists 12/8/2015
105. To The Whiner 5/17/2016
106. To The Womanizer 12/5/2013
107. Too Young To Know 7/21/2013
108. Truly Repentant 2/21/2014
109. Vegan 6/4/2013
110. We The People 2/5/2016
111. Welcome To My Perfume Parlour 12/5/2013
112. What A Way To Go! 7/23/2014
113. What Binds Your Heart To Mine 2/2/2016
114. What Hell Is This? 6/24/2013
115. When Looks Can Kill 9/25/2014
116. Who Will 12/31/2013
117. Why Is The Ocean So Salty? 8/14/2013
118. Writers Of Yore 8/27/2013
119. Your Daddy Still Loves You 6/17/2016
120. You'Re Lucky You Got What You Got! 2/12/2015
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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Ma'am

On my way to Kalmazoo,
I met a man just shy of twenty-two.
He looked through me and called me ma'am.
When I pushed I had no idea he never swam.
How was I to know he had never learned?
Of course when he drowned I was concerned.
But an old decript ma'am like me has no vigor or vim,
At forty-five and counting, I was too old to save him.

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