Elena Plotkin

Elena Plotkin Poems

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