Submissions by Valeriyabeyond (Valeriya)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Just a girl with a passion for writing all types of poetry My kink is dark poetry and dark erotica I write dark erotica poetry under the pseudonym Soara BloodRayne which can be found here on DU
STORY POEM
Published
Yesterday 9:00pm
Yesterday 9:00pm
Twelve Sycamore
Edging the boundaries of life,
black pavement slowly dissolves
into dirt roads, dusty farm towns.
Above me, horizons stretch
to eternity
A welcoming god brushed
against consciousness reveals
a sheer fabric of shredded clouds
woven into shapes reminiscent
of childhood daydreams.
Days where the sun swallowed
the sky,I hear the sound of Grandmother's voice
that cradles my heart.
Faded blue farmhouse
with its white framed windows
stands proud beyond
twelve Sycamores
The wind...
black pavement slowly dissolves
into dirt roads, dusty farm towns.
Above me, horizons stretch
to eternity
A welcoming god brushed
against consciousness reveals
a sheer fabric of shredded clouds
woven into shapes reminiscent
of childhood daydreams.
Days where the sun swallowed
the sky,I hear the sound of Grandmother's voice
that cradles my heart.
Faded blue farmhouse
with its white framed windows
stands proud beyond
twelve Sycamores
The wind...
#love
#family
#death
22 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 1:24am
Yesterday 1:24am
The Passage Contains Shadows
Time stands to pause,
from the everyday, the too familiar,
the knowing, of ones heartbeat.
Consistent shadows, in their progression, pass through
Cottonwoods, that urge me on
to sit, on this bus bench,
where paint peels into curls,
off old pine boards.
Some remain with me, catching
on spiders web, others dance,
with the breeze that takes them
to land in a heap nearby.
Silver- blue Greyhound glides by,
on her way, (without question)
to where, she's gone before.
An expected glimpse caught, ...
from the everyday, the too familiar,
the knowing, of ones heartbeat.
Consistent shadows, in their progression, pass through
Cottonwoods, that urge me on
to sit, on this bus bench,
where paint peels into curls,
off old pine boards.
Some remain with me, catching
on spiders web, others dance,
with the breeze that takes them
to land in a heap nearby.
Silver- blue Greyhound glides by,
on her way, (without question)
to where, she's gone before.
An expected glimpse caught, ...
#LifeCycle
39 reads
18 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2020 10:56pm
17th Oct 2020 10:56pm
Willy and Wally Wacky Wicker Weaver's
Willy was a wicker weaver, weaving wicker rugs Wally wet the wicker, while Willy wicker weaver weaved one rug.
#funny
60 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2020 7:33pm
17th Oct 2020 7:33pm
Bubba Does The Twist
Bubbas business burned bright before blinding blight brought burden
#funny
37 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2020 5:48pm
16th Oct 2020 5:48pm
Mother Earth Cries For Turkey
Dünya sana sesleniyor
bitmeyen bir şarkı
sessizlik geçişinizi teklif etmek
zafere
Anavatan yatağında
o mücadele ediyor
Barış için ağlıyor
vatan onun özgürlüğünü savunur
ve onun insanları
Atalarının senden önceki yürüyüşlerinin gücü
Yiğitlik kılıcınızı zafer kalkanınızı ve hakikat zırhınızı kaldırırken herkese ilan edin
Hayatlarını kar için takas etmeye...
bitmeyen bir şarkı
sessizlik geçişinizi teklif etmek
zafere
Anavatan yatağında
o mücadele ediyor
Barış için ağlıyor
vatan onun özgürlüğünü savunur
ve onun insanları
Atalarının senden önceki yürüyüşlerinin gücü
Yiğitlik kılıcınızı zafer kalkanınızı ve hakikat zırhınızı kaldırırken herkese ilan edin
Hayatlarını kar için takas etmeye...
#love
#corruption
#war
#peace
#food
57 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2020 5:44am
14th Oct 2020 5:44am
Indigenous America
Morally and ethically groomed over time, the United States of America its values shared, of family and a love of country are in the midst of great change.
Deep inside every American, you will find hope, determination, and a passion
to support this country and its mission to be the best it can be.
Recently, the vision for America has matured many of us have become aware of the filter that has shielded our eyes from truth allowing us to see with clarity behind the veil.
The crumbling statues of our heroes were devastating and misunderstood
by...
Deep inside every American, you will find hope, determination, and a passion
to support this country and its mission to be the best it can be.
Recently, the vision for America has matured many of us have become aware of the filter that has shielded our eyes from truth allowing us to see with clarity behind the veil.
The crumbling statues of our heroes were devastating and misunderstood
by...
#admiration
#heroic
59 reads
12 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
13th Oct 2020 7:55am
13th Oct 2020 7:55am
Keokuk's Dream
Rainbows cradle the rain,
as east wind blows,
bands of colors over
sacred lands, the land of
Neshoba , grandfather elder,
He dressed in splendid regalia, tonight he honors oral tradition as he speaks proudly the language of Pai the language of his people, the Hualapai, People of the Tall Pines
He sits wrapped in ceremonial turkey feather blanket, with many grandchildren at his feet,
They listen, as he tells stories of days long past , the days of fertile lands, and rich waters, of trading camps...
as east wind blows,
bands of colors over
sacred lands, the land of
Neshoba , grandfather elder,
He dressed in splendid regalia, tonight he honors oral tradition as he speaks proudly the language of Pai the language of his people, the Hualapai, People of the Tall Pines
He sits wrapped in ceremonial turkey feather blanket, with many grandchildren at his feet,
They listen, as he tells stories of days long past , the days of fertile lands, and rich waters, of trading camps...
#dreams
#spiritual
63 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2020 4:01pm
10th Oct 2020 4:01pm
Senescence
Aged, darkened, terra cotta
outlines the depth,
of reds, yellows
and blues
Autumn's russet foliage, the
amber tannins that swirl
Into homespun gold
it's smooth swift
dance like rich
oils on
canvas
Celosia in her warm orange ...
outlines the depth,
of reds, yellows
and blues
Autumn's russet foliage, the
amber tannins that swirl
Into homespun gold
it's smooth swift
dance like rich
oils on
canvas
Celosia in her warm orange ...
#nature
54 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Oct 2020 9:08pm
9th Oct 2020 9:08pm
Glue Like Complacency
Held in the grip,
by used cellophane, singe
its coat, burning reflections
behind eyelids stuck shut,
Mirrored avenue,
where trees drink in,
black-- bile
Crowded, rich with dwarf willow
Throwing her embrace
around the dense, strands
of an old man's beard
covered with thick lichen
It hangs free
like morbid hammocks
whose anchor has rotted--away
Languid
oxalic acidic talc pits holes
in this heavy-- metal collar,
around her neck
chains dangle ...
by used cellophane, singe
its coat, burning reflections
behind eyelids stuck shut,
Mirrored avenue,
where trees drink in,
black-- bile
Crowded, rich with dwarf willow
Throwing her embrace
around the dense, strands
of an old man's beard
covered with thick lichen
It hangs free
like morbid hammocks
whose anchor has rotted--away
Languid
oxalic acidic talc pits holes
in this heavy-- metal collar,
around her neck
chains dangle ...
#MentalHealth
#vanity
#obsession
62 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2020 8:22am
9th Oct 2020 8:22am
Lockdown
Sound, scrapes silence
behind, layers of gray,
Gracefully moving, sweeping
the face, at halfpast
Dust collects on disheveled
brow, wiped by stained
cotton layers that
prespire
I see a vacant world
that is idle
even the wind breathes
a vacant sigh
Where happiness is not
necessary for survival
Only to smile and comply
I find myself alone
holding hands
with chaos
behind, layers of gray,
Gracefully moving, sweeping
the face, at halfpast
Dust collects on disheveled
brow, wiped by stained
cotton layers that
prespire
I see a vacant world
that is idle
even the wind breathes
a vacant sigh
Where happiness is not
necessary for survival
Only to smile and comply
I find myself alone
holding hands
with chaos
#MentalHealth
47 reads
9 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2020 5:33am
8th Oct 2020 5:33am
Rain Prayer
Yağmur duası Türkçe yaz solar Kuraklık ve kısırlık diyarı Fedakarlığımızla Hagia Sofya'daki yaylalarda duruyoruz Yıkanmış bu 7000 sihirli taşı al Nehirde Büyük bir kalple sunuldu Hükmümüz için Allah'a güveniyoruz
Land of drought, and infertility
We stand, in the Turkish
highlands, we kneel,
at Hagia Sophia with our
sacrifice.
Receive, these 7000 magic
stones washed in the river
Presented, with a greatful heart
We trust, in Allah,
for our...
Land of drought, and infertility
We stand, in the Turkish
highlands, we kneel,
at Hagia Sophia with our
sacrifice.
Receive, these 7000 magic
stones washed in the river
Presented, with a greatful heart
We trust, in Allah,
for our...
#spiritual
64 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Oct 2020 6:21am
6th Oct 2020 6:21am
High Octane Purged
I belly crawl, through
your nervous system
Touch, sensitive
touch,
plug into me , charge
my erogenous tips
completely,
then again.
Fill my cup with stars,
poured
from your tender
mouth
I will drink them, leaving
a few
to copulate
I love the way they dance
in the nude
upon stacked
pillows
High octane purged
through pores, matchstick
scrapes
on flammable
skin cells leaving
my pink,
pink
Douse the...
your nervous system
Touch, sensitive
touch,
plug into me , charge
my erogenous tips
completely,
then again.
Fill my cup with stars,
poured
from your tender
mouth
I will drink them, leaving
a few
to copulate
I love the way they dance
in the nude
upon stacked
pillows
High octane purged
through pores, matchstick
scrapes
on flammable
skin cells leaving
my pink,
pink
Douse the...
#lust
#erotic
#sexy #passion
#sexy #passion
117 reads
7 Comments
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