Elena Plotkin


Elena Plotkin Poems

1. Foolishly Bet 2/21/2014
2. What A Way To Go! 7/23/2014
3. The Look On Your Face Says It All 8/13/2014
4. A Soldier 11/6/2015
5. The Bearer Of Your Rejection 11/10/2015
6. Noble Warrior 11/24/2015
7. To The Terrorists 12/8/2015
8. Nameless The Blameless 12/9/2015
9. New Year's 12/28/2015
10. Nameless The Blameless, The Teen 12/30/2015
11. Practice At Home 1/4/2016
12. Homer At The Start 1/19/2016
13. Dead At Thirteen 1/21/2016
14. A Part Of Me 1/29/2016
15. If Only She Knew 1/29/2016
16. Self-Perservationist 1/29/2016
17. What Binds Your Heart To Mine 2/2/2016
18. Brotherly Love 2/2/2016
19. We The People 2/5/2016
20. To The Spouse Of My Ex-Spouse 2/5/2016
21. Disgustingly Perky 2/10/2016
22. A Hundred So-So Poems With A Story Of Their Own 2/11/2016
23. Oh, The Single Life For Me 3/2/2016
24. To The Love Sick 3/2/2016
25. Father, Where Art Thou? (R-Rated) 3/23/2016
26. If I Stay Where I Am 4/6/2016
27. Old Yeller 4/15/2016
28. Off Kilter 4/18/2016
29. Off Kilter Ii 4/18/2016
30. Thoughts And Actions -new- 4/20/2016
31. A Gun With A Hair Trigger -new- 5/2/2016
32. Happy Valentine's Day 2/13/2014
33. Mom's Little Feet And Little Hands 5/8/2014
34. A Spring In My Step 2/12/2015
35. Dear Mother Dear 4/25/2015
36. To The Future President 1/4/2016
37. Grape 9/29/2015
38. Free Advice 11/4/2015
39. To Err Is Human 9/8/2014
40. Truly Repentant 2/21/2014
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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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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