Submissions by Valeriyabeyond (Dhyana)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a girl with a passion for writing
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jan 2021 10:35pm
25th Jan 2021 10:35pm
If I
If I could
#love
#UnrequitedLove
583 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2021 7:11am
23rd Jan 2021 7:11am
Look in the Mirror What Do I See?
Hear him scream freedom is my right
He is arrogant, selfish a bit contrite.
Will he agree
not ever, he will lie, or cry
Before any chest bump,
or a five that goes high
He comes with personal jabs
and a right to the jaw
Perpetual insults spill from his maw
He Joins me for more, then says,
"I don't care"
Three against one , or even a pair
Offenses are given then taken
three and four
So innocently creating a virtual war
Somethings familiar I can't resist ...
He is arrogant, selfish a bit contrite.
Will he agree
not ever, he will lie, or cry
Before any chest bump,
or a five that goes high
He comes with personal jabs
and a right to the jaw
Perpetual insults spill from his maw
He Joins me for more, then says,
"I don't care"
Three against one , or even a pair
Offenses are given then taken
three and four
So innocently creating a virtual war
Somethings familiar I can't resist ...
#conflict
367 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jan 2021 12:25pm
15th Jan 2021 12:25pm
Shadows of Dahlia
please don't make promises
they are foul lies
seek validity in shades of pastel
bringing life to a stale breeze
**
Race with me to the top
of the purple mountain
where vibrant green
alluvial patches look like us
only happy
***
Voices spill platinum tears
dusting my path,
I watch them rise as stars
touching the night with
soft cradled peace
#love
#forgiveness
#nature
405 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jan 2021 3:48am
8th Jan 2021 3:48am
The Bottom of The L.A River
Injustice fed by piecemeal ground
to a fine powder mixed with flouride
and water from the bottom
of the LA river
Like scavengers we feed
on subsistence,
nurse the toddy
Labeled a degenerate wet back
Our culture dejected, pattern,
thrown into preformed Anglo shapes
You don't know,
who I am
Laying ourselves down
on sheets of mica, honor kept
in books no longer used
stacked high as a nightstand
beside our multidimensional
dream filled mattress.
We sink, the sleeper...
to a fine powder mixed with flouride
and water from the bottom
of the LA river
Like scavengers we feed
on subsistence,
nurse the toddy
Labeled a degenerate wet back
Our culture dejected, pattern,
thrown into preformed Anglo shapes
You don't know,
who I am
Laying ourselves down
on sheets of mica, honor kept
in books no longer used
stacked high as a nightstand
beside our multidimensional
dream filled mattress.
We sink, the sleeper...
#culture
464 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2020 5:27am
31st Dec 2020 5:27am
Lone Spinster
Proud
enthusiastic wind
sweeps
white feather
a lone spinster,
of downey fluff
avoids debris
resisted
Sail on
the eddy, spiral
motion, soars
to heights
out of reach
out of
sight
Laconic, carefree
sinks, slowly
horizontal
wave
vagrant amongst
leaves, that fall
Catch, froward
torrent menacious
ill regard
to the pacing
of the east wind
Rest now,
soothing descent,
gathers
freely with spent
petals ...
enthusiastic wind
sweeps
white feather
a lone spinster,
of downey fluff
avoids debris
resisted
Sail on
the eddy, spiral
motion, soars
to heights
out of reach
out of
sight
Laconic, carefree
sinks, slowly
horizontal
wave
vagrant amongst
leaves, that fall
Catch, froward
torrent menacious
ill regard
to the pacing
of the east wind
Rest now,
soothing descent,
gathers
freely with spent
petals ...
#nature
#music
468 reads
5 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
28th Dec 2020 8:46am
28th Dec 2020 8:46am
Thinking Bout You
Verse 1
Thinkin bout you
thinkin bout us
Drivin the back roads kickin up some dust
They're ain't nothin
I wouldn't do to make
you mine to keep
you mine
I'm just thinkin bout you
Chorus
Oh baby, you know what I like loving
on you on a hot summer night
What do I do, what
can I say I can't stop thinking bout you
Verse 2
Dirt roads, hot rod Chevy, Oh baby my heart gets heavy
The more I try the less
I do, I can't stop thinking bout you
Chorus...
...
Thinkin bout you
thinkin bout us
Drivin the back roads kickin up some dust
They're ain't nothin
I wouldn't do to make
you mine to keep
you mine
I'm just thinkin bout you
Chorus
Oh baby, you know what I like loving
on you on a hot summer night
What do I do, what
can I say I can't stop thinking bout you
Verse 2
Dirt roads, hot rod Chevy, Oh baby my heart gets heavy
The more I try the less
I do, I can't stop thinking bout you
Chorus...
...
#love
#funny
479 reads
8 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
28th Dec 2020 8:15am
28th Dec 2020 8:15am
Oh, Oh That Woman
Oh, oh that woman
Can't get her outta
my head
Oh, oh that woman
It must of been something she said
That fire in her eyes
makes me forget
her secrets and lies
Watch that woman
She'll burn your
life like she did mine
Oh, oh, that woman
Breaking down
every part of me
Oh, oh, that woman
Tearing down
and destroying me
Oh, oh, that woman
She's breaking
me down, taking
me down
Oh, oh, that woman
Oh, oh, that woman
Can't get her
outta my...
Can't get her outta
my head
Oh, oh that woman
It must of been something she said
That fire in her eyes
makes me forget
her secrets and lies
Watch that woman
She'll burn your
life like she did mine
Oh, oh, that woman
Breaking down
every part of me
Oh, oh, that woman
Tearing down
and destroying me
Oh, oh, that woman
She's breaking
me down, taking
me down
Oh, oh, that woman
Oh, oh, that woman
Can't get her
outta my...
#love
#lyrics
464 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2020 7:22pm
13th Dec 2020 7:22pm
Be Love
DUP
where virtual friends meet, become family
or colleagues.
Where people like you, like me, are willing
to lend an ear, or offer
others a shoulder to lean on.
Together we share in life's triumphs and it's hardships through
seriousness or sillyness
we are willing to listen or offer advice to help guide others in their career as a writer or if you choose an honest critique of your work.
A recent spiritual change at DUP has created a renewed interest in the things
of the heart and
of the soul
Where the...
where virtual friends meet, become family
or colleagues.
Where people like you, like me, are willing
to lend an ear, or offer
others a shoulder to lean on.
Together we share in life's triumphs and it's hardships through
seriousness or sillyness
we are willing to listen or offer advice to help guide others in their career as a writer or if you choose an honest critique of your work.
A recent spiritual change at DUP has created a renewed interest in the things
of the heart and
of the soul
Where the...
#love
#family
766 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2020 5:05am
10th Dec 2020 5:05am
Vermillion Fields
Bathed,
in the essence
of renewal
Light, piercing shadows
of a still moon
drape gently over
my skin
Shades of ivory
hum
in muted contrast
to the sound
of heaviness, desperate
to remain alive
Hardened edges
of a silent heart
softened by
dust particles
that dance through
sun beams that enter my soul
i am infinite, luminous
like the suns apricity
against my darkest finite
electrified
with the frangrance
of hyacinth
in the evening ...
in the essence
of renewal
Light, piercing shadows
of a still moon
drape gently over
my skin
Shades of ivory
hum
in muted contrast
to the sound
of heaviness, desperate
to remain alive
Hardened edges
of a silent heart
softened by
dust particles
that dance through
sun beams that enter my soul
i am infinite, luminous
like the suns apricity
against my darkest finite
electrified
with the frangrance
of hyacinth
in the evening ...
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
472 reads
13 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Dec 2020 7:33pm
8th Dec 2020 7:33pm
Decaying Persona
Cheap cigarettes generic ink, wasted
away on such a dreary
farce.
You, are your own creation, a grab bag
of lies and turmoil
churning out adulterated joy.
A decaying persona
unkept. unswept
debris spills
the ink pot onto
a vintage neon sign.
Your image
arcing from the
excitement of its own
reflection.
On cue, in walks
pretty pink panties
with matching
lipstick and fishnets
in white.
She polishes her vanity
while making her...
away on such a dreary
farce.
You, are your own creation, a grab bag
of lies and turmoil
churning out adulterated joy.
A decaying persona
unkept. unswept
debris spills
the ink pot onto
a vintage neon sign.
Your image
arcing from the
excitement of its own
reflection.
On cue, in walks
pretty pink panties
with matching
lipstick and fishnets
in white.
She polishes her vanity
while making her...
#identity
#MentalHealth
479 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
8th Dec 2020 6:16am
8th Dec 2020 6:16am
COVID-19 Repost
Come,
let me enter
and breed with the most intimate parts
of you
Your disorganization thrills me
creates more of me
Let me touch each cell
as your fear fuels
my desire
Charge me
with your trembling
and uncertainty
Your body
is my beautiful
habitat
I claim it as my own
Let me explode
inside you, my impulse
will come alive
within you.
Burning you
inside
to the levels you
have not known
Die with me ...
let me enter
and breed with the most intimate parts
of you
Your disorganization thrills me
creates more of me
Let me touch each cell
as your fear fuels
my desire
Charge me
with your trembling
and uncertainty
Your body
is my beautiful
habitat
I claim it as my own
Let me explode
inside you, my impulse
will come alive
within you.
Burning you
inside
to the levels you
have not known
Die with me ...
#strength
#spiritual
#illness #CallToAction
#illness #CallToAction
409 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
6th Dec 2020 8:33am
6th Dec 2020 8:33am
Unhinge The Rivoted Brass Handle
Tell of your world where fowers grow
without fragrance
and words are spoken without color
The life you've made with the stirring
of ants who have made your mind their home
Creating a masterpiece they beg you to navigate some lost horizon where they wear the crowns
of kings.
Drops of champagne tear from your sleepy eyes then dried into crystal dust
stored in your pockets as keepsakes
with various fake gems
On the brink
of insanity where
consciousness is safe behind a tarnished ...
without fragrance
and words are spoken without color
The life you've made with the stirring
of ants who have made your mind their home
Creating a masterpiece they beg you to navigate some lost horizon where they wear the crowns
of kings.
Drops of champagne tear from your sleepy eyes then dried into crystal dust
stored in your pockets as keepsakes
with various fake gems
On the brink
of insanity where
consciousness is safe behind a tarnished ...
#bipolar
#manipulation
451 reads
2 Comments
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