Submissions by Belladonna-Dreams
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am just starting out really. In my teens I would casually write poems from time to time, then of course life happened. Now I am a mother with a wealth of life experience behind me, I feel inspired to get back to writing.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2014 2:05pm
20th Jan 2014 2:05pm
Aurora
Delicate tendrils of golden hues,
touch upon stretches of calm azure.
The cold crisp snap of frost
envelopes the still and lifeless.
A myopic world slowly awakens.
From hidden realms of silent fantasy;
the perplexity of darkness is exiled,
initiated by the diffusing truth of day.
The tangible hush is giving way now
to reverberations of consciousness.
Muted tones of a tranquil birdsong,
herald the beginning of a new day.
I sit here then with my ears attuned
to the sounds of a filtered awakening; ...
touch upon stretches of calm azure.
The cold crisp snap of frost
envelopes the still and lifeless.
A myopic world slowly awakens.
From hidden realms of silent fantasy;
the perplexity of darkness is exiled,
initiated by the diffusing truth of day.
The tangible hush is giving way now
to reverberations of consciousness.
Muted tones of a tranquil birdsong,
herald the beginning of a new day.
I sit here then with my ears attuned
to the sounds of a filtered awakening; ...
1023 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Jan 2014 00:47am
20th Jan 2014 00:47am
Siren
Iridescently, the moonlight creeps in;
caressing limbs of the beguiling tree.
Beneath the strong enticing branches
She reaches out in silent lamentation.
Her soft alabaster skin illuminated,
bittersweet tears of contrition fall.
Inevitably she had lured him here,
with berceuses so sweetly soporific.
Granitic seastacks, unforgiving;
materialize at once in his peripheral.
Brutal reality brings eternal silence,
His destiny awaits on the sea bed.
caressing limbs of the beguiling tree.
Beneath the strong enticing branches
She reaches out in silent lamentation.
Her soft alabaster skin illuminated,
bittersweet tears of contrition fall.
Inevitably she had lured him here,
with berceuses so sweetly soporific.
Granitic seastacks, unforgiving;
materialize at once in his peripheral.
Brutal reality brings eternal silence,
His destiny awaits on the sea bed.
811 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2014 12:23pm
10th Jan 2014 12:23pm
Bandstand
Central to the vast open space,
surrounded by natural beauty.
Close to where children laugh and play
it stands, seemingly disused.
A forgotten product of a bygone era.
It's ornate beauty, could it speak,
would tell a thousand tales;
teenage convergance, forbidden substances,
post new year's reverie
Scattered empty bottles, inhibitions lost.
Disgarded foil, torn and thrown
whispers of passion al fresco.
A moonlit liason where no eyes can see,
Love abound and at once, lost.
A fresh red bouquet lies tossed in the...
surrounded by natural beauty.
Close to where children laugh and play
it stands, seemingly disused.
A forgotten product of a bygone era.
It's ornate beauty, could it speak,
would tell a thousand tales;
teenage convergance, forbidden substances,
post new year's reverie
Scattered empty bottles, inhibitions lost.
Disgarded foil, torn and thrown
whispers of passion al fresco.
A moonlit liason where no eyes can see,
Love abound and at once, lost.
A fresh red bouquet lies tossed in the...
717 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2013 7:11pm
7th Dec 2013 7:11pm
Madiba
Lightworker
be thy name;
straight from azure
to us you came,
to spread your word
and spread your light,
all mankind heard
your verbal might.
Here you came
to change our fate;
and change the way
which we relate.
Yes, Lightworker,
sent from love,
spread your light
from up above.
Rest in peace Nelson Mandela 1918-2013
(submission to the tribute to beloved Nelson Mandela thread)
be thy name;
straight from azure
to us you came,
to spread your word
and spread your light,
all mankind heard
your verbal might.
Here you came
to change our fate;
and change the way
which we relate.
Yes, Lightworker,
sent from love,
spread your light
from up above.
Rest in peace Nelson Mandela 1918-2013
(submission to the tribute to beloved Nelson Mandela thread)
833 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Dec 2013 6:12pm
6th Dec 2013 6:12pm
I Miss You
I miss you when you're gone.
That tangible void, empty bed;
I wonder who you're talking to,
how you'll spend your night.
Life feels so quiet without you,
distinct lack of conversation;
nobody here to share wine.
You carry on in your world.
When you return, all will be loud
I'll fight to hear myself think;
above brash overflow of male ego.
Instructive can lead to destructive.
Little by little, tempers will flare,
my fantasies will change to that
of blunt objects and sharp knives.
My twisted deadly lullabies.
...
That tangible void, empty bed;
I wonder who you're talking to,
how you'll spend your night.
Life feels so quiet without you,
distinct lack of conversation;
nobody here to share wine.
You carry on in your world.
When you return, all will be loud
I'll fight to hear myself think;
above brash overflow of male ego.
Instructive can lead to destructive.
Little by little, tempers will flare,
my fantasies will change to that
of blunt objects and sharp knives.
My twisted deadly lullabies.
...
727 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2013 2:43pm
6th Dec 2013 2:43pm
Mother
Stomach a long vacated abode,
breasts that no longer seem
to stand up and say hello;
skin that once declared youth
is now announcing time.
She marvels at it's truth.
Memories carefully enclosed,
wrapped up in mortal splendour.
Life no longer a fear undisclosed,
the runaway train is no more.
Now she's walking a road oft travelled
by those who are blessed with love.
breasts that no longer seem
to stand up and say hello;
skin that once declared youth
is now announcing time.
She marvels at it's truth.
Memories carefully enclosed,
wrapped up in mortal splendour.
Life no longer a fear undisclosed,
the runaway train is no more.
Now she's walking a road oft travelled
by those who are blessed with love.
635 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Nov 2013 3:11pm
27th Nov 2013 3:11pm
Grandmother
As the cold winds draw in,
so she stands there
on the brink of humanity;
it's icy tendrils
drawing fear down her spine.
A life well lived,
and love in it's plenty;
she leaves behind
her earthly existence,
all that she holds dear.
Her inner light was joyous,
illuminating all
with it's anemophilous presence.
Her departure will be felt
by many a broken heart.
so she stands there
on the brink of humanity;
it's icy tendrils
drawing fear down her spine.
A life well lived,
and love in it's plenty;
she leaves behind
her earthly existence,
all that she holds dear.
Her inner light was joyous,
illuminating all
with it's anemophilous presence.
Her departure will be felt
by many a broken heart.
711 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Nov 2013 6:06am
25th Nov 2013 6:06am
She Waits
A slug of amber liquid.
Warm hands are searching her,
stroking and enticing.
"Not yet" he says.
Expectations are now tangible;
Straps slowly are releasing,
Exposing her fagility.
"Not yet" he says.
Hot breath like sun on skin,
and fingers dance a ballet.
His tongue beats out a rhythm.
"Not yet" he says.
Her back arched like a bow,
hair grabbed like life support;
She tries to pull him upwards.
"Not yet" he says.
All thoughts lost to oblivion, ...
Warm hands are searching her,
stroking and enticing.
"Not yet" he says.
Expectations are now tangible;
Straps slowly are releasing,
Exposing her fagility.
"Not yet" he says.
Hot breath like sun on skin,
and fingers dance a ballet.
His tongue beats out a rhythm.
"Not yet" he says.
Her back arched like a bow,
hair grabbed like life support;
She tries to pull him upwards.
"Not yet" he says.
All thoughts lost to oblivion, ...
1042 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Nov 2013 1:54am
25th Nov 2013 1:54am
Medicated Ignorance
So close to me, yet poles apart,
you're united in tortured memories.
You lean on each other,
yet remain isolated;
in a shared insanity.
I cannot pretend to know you well,
for that was many years ago.
When things were happy,
and homes were a lie.
It was another lifetime.
Life's abuses fresh on your tongue;
each day is still lived in the past.
When old pain is kept alive,
systematically it is eroding,
You rot together.
Beautiful minds never seen again,
the senses have now become...
you're united in tortured memories.
You lean on each other,
yet remain isolated;
in a shared insanity.
I cannot pretend to know you well,
for that was many years ago.
When things were happy,
and homes were a lie.
It was another lifetime.
Life's abuses fresh on your tongue;
each day is still lived in the past.
When old pain is kept alive,
systematically it is eroding,
You rot together.
Beautiful minds never seen again,
the senses have now become...
829 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2013 8:52pm
22nd Nov 2013 8:52pm
The House
Yes I'm ready, let's go inside"
full of anticipation.
Doors open, coats gingerly removed,
the air is heavily impregnanted.
A tentative walk through and there it is,
room upon room of lust filled intention.
Participants are waiting for the cue,
the key to everything your body desires.
Straps and tables, swings and harnesses
free to fulfill every fantasy.
She is standing there, outside a cage;
and watches a stranger beg for more.
Breathing in deep as the group writhe,
for the atmosphere is intoxicating. ...
full of anticipation.
Doors open, coats gingerly removed,
the air is heavily impregnanted.
A tentative walk through and there it is,
room upon room of lust filled intention.
Participants are waiting for the cue,
the key to everything your body desires.
Straps and tables, swings and harnesses
free to fulfill every fantasy.
She is standing there, outside a cage;
and watches a stranger beg for more.
Breathing in deep as the group writhe,
for the atmosphere is intoxicating. ...
859 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2013 1:33am
22nd Nov 2013 1:33am
Brief Encounter
She wanders down a moonlit street,
carefree and blissfully unaware,
of the dangers she is soon to meet;
headphones on, music is blared.
She is still high from pleasant friends,
wine flowing and great conversation.
The kind of evening that never ends,
heart full with a sense of elation.
Corner of eye she sees someone;
now fearful, she crosses the road.
He quickens his step to meet head on,
considering how he can unload.
Then a hand grabbing, pulling her in,
pleased to find somebody's garden.
She twists...
carefree and blissfully unaware,
of the dangers she is soon to meet;
headphones on, music is blared.
She is still high from pleasant friends,
wine flowing and great conversation.
The kind of evening that never ends,
heart full with a sense of elation.
Corner of eye she sees someone;
now fearful, she crosses the road.
He quickens his step to meet head on,
considering how he can unload.
Then a hand grabbing, pulling her in,
pleased to find somebody's garden.
She twists...
730 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Nov 2013 11:55am
21st Nov 2013 11:55am
Who Am I?
Who am I? I am nobody.
A youth well spent.
Promises of a lifetime,
"let's be friends forever."
Excitedly we speak
of untold adventures;
and memories are made,
only to be forgotten.
Secrets we have shared,
two hearts laid bare.
Promises of a lifetime,
"we will always laugh."
Yet telephones ring
for someone else.
Like a vibrant ship,
you have drifted away.
Fading into existence,
a wedding unattended.
Promises of a lifetime,
"our children should meet."
Great...
A youth well spent.
Promises of a lifetime,
"let's be friends forever."
Excitedly we speak
of untold adventures;
and memories are made,
only to be forgotten.
Secrets we have shared,
two hearts laid bare.
Promises of a lifetime,
"we will always laugh."
Yet telephones ring
for someone else.
Like a vibrant ship,
you have drifted away.
Fading into existence,
a wedding unattended.
Promises of a lifetime,
"our children should meet."
Great...
754 reads
4 Comments
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