Ellie Hoovs

Joined December 2020

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Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.

My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb

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Oneirodynia
They laid me to sleep in a coffin made of glass lined with velvet apologies thinking I'd dream of oceans or forgiveness
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Curious
I was born with questions in my mouth. Why do wolves howl? What do bees dream? Will I ever be held the way that the ocean's depths
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Northern Lights
He may as well have been the borealis all aurora aura and out of reach. He pointed me north with his maren eyes, and it was the first time the cold
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Caterpillar
I was born with 12 eyes they said it would make it easier to see the light but it only left me inching in a fog hiding from shape-shifting shadows.
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Journey
The oracle didn't speak. She just raised one eyebrow and handed me a cracked mirror so I would never see myself clearly.
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Heaven's Jealousy
He said my name like an oath. I said his like a war cry. We met in the ruins of reason, and built something holier from chaos.
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Garden
There's a garden, gated, out back of my mind, where bees delicately hum, amongst dreams that grow in vines of honeysuckle;
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Key
It wasn’t iron, nor brass, nor skeleton-jawed steel that turned forgotten rusted locks. It was stardust, forged by time,
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Queen
They didn’t crown me with emeralds or pearls. They pressed a daisy chain onto my forehead— roots still dripping
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Red
It wasn't a siren or roses. It was the velvet of a curtain never fully drawn. It was lipstick, worn only once, Pressed to seal a love letter
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
The Clock
Tick the kettle boils the toast goes cold you blink. your coffee? stale. a child laughs somewhere down the hall
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
10 Things I Love About Me (and No, This Isn't a Rom-Com). Top Story - May 2025.
There are people who blush at the idea of loving themselves out loud. Not me. Not anymore. After years of shrinking, apologizing, and making myself small enough to fit inside the fragile egos of others, I’ve learned that self-love isn’t arrogance — it’s survival. So here’s my list of ten things I absolutely adore about myself. Prepare for some sass and a lot of heart.
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Humans