Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
My corner of the world where I feel most at home: poetry, art, and prose.
Like the sound of rolling thunder on the distant hills, my heartbeats clamber to be heard, (to be heard), received and acknowledged by you, at your breezy window sill. Your hand reaches out to grab the distant beats, the uniquely peculiar patterning that pounds, and pounds and pounds, from my sill to yours, [...]
"Something Dear and Personal" - Spoken by myself. If something deeply personal is what you want to read, by all means settle in, grab hot cocoa, or steaming cup of tea. What can I share? What will I reveal? Grab desperately from my past? Drag forth contentious, gossip-worthy, or scintillating news? [...]
Rivulets of broken seams, the crackling of irritation heaves and gleams, beneath a thin surface a heated secret boils it festers, does she wish to be anything other than what and how her impatient heart can muster? There’s no calm in the desert creek where parched tongues refused to get along the sandpaper-like exterior [...]
Serendipity flows like loose ivy along the plains, like a parched riverbed it snakes here and there, selectively it makes its journey, though from discrimination it refrains. Like the green vine it emulates, it has the power to choose those and that which it comes in contact with, poison ivy, malignancy or benign, it [...]
Unknowing of where you’ve been, where have you travelled? Where has your mind taken you? Is it to the edge of your despair? Are you aching, begging to be heard without any actual words? Misunderstood, underappreciated? Does this strike a chord? Do you wish you could move on quicker to achieve your goals within [...]
The translucence of an eye is insidious, it narrows its eyelid to a sliver of pupil to see, a glint of curiosity but little remorse to view, what could this vision present to someone like you and I? Us, or even just you? Barbaric tones, the slashes, the slights, the light burrows into my [...]
Teardrops fall upon me as bloated shiny beads of purple wholesome grapes, speaking as to whether they should aim themselves for Earth or be aiming within somebody’s hungering mouth. What fate would be most adequate were they to satisfy and feed the famished others, or perhaps their desires for freedom are better suited to [...]
I feel it’s been a while since I’ve written a quality poem, Something to make me smile and feel pleased, Proud of myself for something sharp and sweet, Or lengthy but with purpose and a sense of growth and speed. There was a time when I researched and read, Many books of poetry I [...]
Oh, a time for celebration! Your birthday while in isolation. There can only be us three, but that’s enough for you to see, that you are appreciated still, and you are deserving of the love you need. You are often quiet, you do not seek attention much, indeed, you are a hard worker of the [...]
My first poem titled 'The Former Famines' has been published on Ephemeral Elegies, which details some difficult periods I experienced throughout my early adulthood and beyond. Here is an excerpt: There were times when I ate nothing but plumes of poisoned smog for days on end. I’d avoid anything heavy or even meagrely there, to [...]
