Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
Today 2:40pm
Today 2:40pm
Buds of Renewal
The buds anxiously wait to burst through
warmer, softer ground.
They sprout like a secret lacking sound.
First signs of spring and the excited joy they bring.
Accompanied by joyous melodies the birds do sing.
Robin's, dressed in their red breast, hop everywhere.
A sky saturated blue, provokes a happy hypnotic stare.
The sun's soft spring heat shines on the thick, smooth buds.
Sometimes what is fragile is at the same time tough.
And renewal of earth and heart is abundantly enough.
warmer, softer ground.
They sprout like a secret lacking sound.
First signs of spring and the excited joy they bring.
Accompanied by joyous melodies the birds do sing.
Robin's, dressed in their red breast, hop everywhere.
A sky saturated blue, provokes a happy hypnotic stare.
The sun's soft spring heat shines on the thick, smooth buds.
Sometimes what is fragile is at the same time tough.
And renewal of earth and heart is abundantly enough.
#flowers
#nature
#spring
26 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2025 2:26pm
5th Mar 2025 2:26pm
The Unremembered Dream
As I open my eyes, the tide of the soul
pulls back my dream, slithering into oblivion.
I struggle to remember from deep within.
Half faces, fractured voices and shadowed symbols.
Further back the tide pulls.
The theatre of slumber has a distant thunder.
Memory of the dream is just a blunder.
Morning's reality is chasing me down.
As my thoughts plunge into that inner ocean.
Sleep clutches her secret potion.
Until black night returns,
To once again seize my soul.
pulls back my dream, slithering into oblivion.
I struggle to remember from deep within.
Half faces, fractured voices and shadowed symbols.
Further back the tide pulls.
The theatre of slumber has a distant thunder.
Memory of the dream is just a blunder.
Morning's reality is chasing me down.
As my thoughts plunge into that inner ocean.
Sleep clutches her secret potion.
Until black night returns,
To once again seize my soul.
#dreams
#sleep
76 reads
17 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2025 2:30pm
3rd Mar 2025 2:30pm
Magic Love
In secret crevices in the soul,
She reminisced about the
spellbinding magic of his lips.
She greedily gathered this
brilliant bliss.
A single kiss, a single touch
ignites a fire, that warmed her,
ever so much.
But days have grown frigid cold
since his departure.
From the fever of his passion
exists no cure.
Sleep and dreams are just
the depth of need, infecting her.
The world before him
a black blur.
She waited for the heart quake
beneath the luscious weight of his body
melding them...
She reminisced about the
spellbinding magic of his lips.
She greedily gathered this
brilliant bliss.
A single kiss, a single touch
ignites a fire, that warmed her,
ever so much.
But days have grown frigid cold
since his departure.
From the fever of his passion
exists no cure.
Sleep and dreams are just
the depth of need, infecting her.
The world before him
a black blur.
She waited for the heart quake
beneath the luscious weight of his body
melding them...
#erotic
#love
#passion #sex
#passion #sex
203 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2025 2:38pm
2nd Mar 2025 2:38pm
Groans From The Unknown
The delicate silence of the morning forest
was fractured by a rumbling groan.
Of the unknown.
The tall trees, the pine needle forest floor
seem to know.
The mortal fates that will inevitability grow.
I walked alone haunted by that guttural groan.
Why won't today let us meet tomorrow,
maybe a chance for the cease of sorrow?
The trees comfort and whisper there is a reason
we can't change yesterday,
Just rays of memories hung like leaves
upon the soul.
We can learn from the past,
clearly see the holes.
Still not...
was fractured by a rumbling groan.
Of the unknown.
The tall trees, the pine needle forest floor
seem to know.
The mortal fates that will inevitability grow.
I walked alone haunted by that guttural groan.
Why won't today let us meet tomorrow,
maybe a chance for the cease of sorrow?
The trees comfort and whisper there is a reason
we can't change yesterday,
Just rays of memories hung like leaves
upon the soul.
We can learn from the past,
clearly see the holes.
Still not...
#hope
#SelfDiscovery
51 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2025 1:36pm
28th Feb 2025 1:36pm
The House Bleeds Pain
The house bleeds pain.
Anger seeps into the hollow walls.
Abusive words come like squalls.
Resentment runs down the deadened halls.
Sadness is like a perpetual silent scream.
Nightmares are the only dreams.
The horror is exactly how it seems.
The inhabitants here are in high degrees of pain.
Teardrops the ingredients of an invisible rain.
Stay too long, you will begin to hatch insane.
Despair stains upon the dusty floors.
Who, how, what, why - Did someone die
in a murderous cry?
The house that bleeds pain is steeped in...
Anger seeps into the hollow walls.
Abusive words come like squalls.
Resentment runs down the deadened halls.
Sadness is like a perpetual silent scream.
Nightmares are the only dreams.
The horror is exactly how it seems.
The inhabitants here are in high degrees of pain.
Teardrops the ingredients of an invisible rain.
Stay too long, you will begin to hatch insane.
Despair stains upon the dusty floors.
Who, how, what, why - Did someone die
in a murderous cry?
The house that bleeds pain is steeped in...
#anger
#fear
#horror #sadness
#horror #sadness
91 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2025 5:00pm
27th Feb 2025 5:00pm
Glamour Girl
She sat before the mirror to transform into the
world's most meticulously glamorized face.
Which still has never won her a place.
A canvas of expression between bliss and terror.
She applied the thick black fans of lashes,
lustful human feathers.
Which still has never won the race.
She lined her brows into an arch of perfection.
To go a long with her secret black tears of deception.
Shiny plastic red lips are plumped, glossed and lined.
To make her fans crave a pressing kiss.
Never allowing them to miss.
All she was, was...
world's most meticulously glamorized face.
Which still has never won her a place.
A canvas of expression between bliss and terror.
She applied the thick black fans of lashes,
lustful human feathers.
Which still has never won the race.
She lined her brows into an arch of perfection.
To go a long with her secret black tears of deception.
Shiny plastic red lips are plumped, glossed and lined.
To make her fans crave a pressing kiss.
Never allowing them to miss.
All she was, was...
#beauty
#identity
72 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2025 00:34am
19th Feb 2025 00:34am
Obliteration Heartache
Obliteration heartache occurs
Nestled in the cocoon of your limber arms.
And ferocious creeping fingers.
Clouds obscure the moon.
Our time is soon.
You are quiet but ravenous.
My heartache was the lonely scavenger.
You sweetly stalk my night,
infiltrate my hidden chambers.
Blood stained with heartache's remains.
You obliterate the pain, the regret, the longing streaks of red blood.
Obliteration heartache occurs in the electricity that your eyes flood. .
Nestled in the cocoon of your limber arms.
And ferocious creeping fingers.
Clouds obscure the moon.
Our time is soon.
You are quiet but ravenous.
My heartache was the lonely scavenger.
You sweetly stalk my night,
infiltrate my hidden chambers.
Blood stained with heartache's remains.
You obliterate the pain, the regret, the longing streaks of red blood.
Obliteration heartache occurs in the electricity that your eyes flood. .
#heartbroken
#lover
126 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2025 4:16pm
2nd Feb 2025 4:16pm
Mundus Intus Me
Souls and black holes,
haunting wide eyes,
shinier than coal.
Will never reveal
the secrets they stole.
Hearts and galaxies,
I've only just begun
to travel me.
Freedom burns in my bloodstream.
My mind and the moon,
share the intricate mystery
of the orchard's bloom.
Break me out of
yesterday's cocoon.
My smile and the sun,
warm light beams
that seek to stun.
Kindness spread
to everyone.
My dreams and the clouds,
fluffy wishes
to astound.
To despair,
I am no...
haunting wide eyes,
shinier than coal.
Will never reveal
the secrets they stole.
Hearts and galaxies,
I've only just begun
to travel me.
Freedom burns in my bloodstream.
My mind and the moon,
share the intricate mystery
of the orchard's bloom.
Break me out of
yesterday's cocoon.
My smile and the sun,
warm light beams
that seek to stun.
Kindness spread
to everyone.
My dreams and the clouds,
fluffy wishes
to astound.
To despair,
I am no...
#clouds
#dreams
#moon
#SelfDiscovery
#sun
82 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2025 2:45pm
28th Jan 2025 2:45pm
A Terrible Depth
Every beautiful surface has a terrible depth. - unknown
The mysterious formation
of pristine turquoise glaciers
in my heart.
Are the monuments of all
my cold goodbyes.
The terrible ache of the chaos of life,
broke off an island of ice
seeking the why.
The tip of the iceberg is
frozen shards of what's left behind.
Sinking voyaging thoughts
from the dark depths of my mind.
Standing there is a beautiful man
who says take my hand.
I will forever be your land.
The mysterious formation
of pristine turquoise glaciers
in my heart.
Are the monuments of all
my cold goodbyes.
The terrible ache of the chaos of life,
broke off an island of ice
seeking the why.
The tip of the iceberg is
frozen shards of what's left behind.
Sinking voyaging thoughts
from the dark depths of my mind.
Standing there is a beautiful man
who says take my hand.
I will forever be your land.
#breakup
#water
115 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2025 6:20pm
26th Jan 2025 6:20pm
January
January's twilight horizon was a striking tangerine pink.
The cold brittle hours seem to turn agonizingly slow.
Soul searching with way too much time to think.
Frigid air preserves the stark milk white snow.
The sun and my heart struggle in their morning ascent.
The enigma of despair is disguised in many forms.
Questioning life where the road is unknown and bent.
Answers buried in the ravage of mental storms.
I imagine the soft warmth of spring sun on my face.
Hope prevails despite winter's brutal little death's. ...
The cold brittle hours seem to turn agonizingly slow.
Soul searching with way too much time to think.
Frigid air preserves the stark milk white snow.
The sun and my heart struggle in their morning ascent.
The enigma of despair is disguised in many forms.
Questioning life where the road is unknown and bent.
Answers buried in the ravage of mental storms.
I imagine the soft warmth of spring sun on my face.
Hope prevails despite winter's brutal little death's. ...
#loneliness
#winter
#hope
89 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:05pm
23rd Jan 2025 7:05pm
Intertwined
The vast stars shine
ever so, ravenous
for lover's wishes.
Our lips were starved
for deep velvet kisses.
Craving further passage
to a blast of bliss.
Flesh, muscle and bone
clash and intertwine.
Desire climbing the heart
with it's yearning whine.
In adamant refusal
to be denied.
We made lust drenched love
beneath the shiny black
sequin sky.
The sweet stains of ecstasy
made it feel like
a hundred million times.
ever so, ravenous
for lover's wishes.
Our lips were starved
for deep velvet kisses.
Craving further passage
to a blast of bliss.
Flesh, muscle and bone
clash and intertwine.
Desire climbing the heart
with it's yearning whine.
In adamant refusal
to be denied.
We made lust drenched love
beneath the shiny black
sequin sky.
The sweet stains of ecstasy
made it feel like
a hundred million times.
#love
#lust
#stars
239 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2025 00:20am
22nd Jan 2025 00:20am
Cold
There are barren worlds where no joy dares to exist.
A mental planet with a void for sun, the light is listless.
Eternal winter snowed upon the corroded cartilage
in my bones.
A carcass of happiness lies shivering on broken stones.
Blood.
Runs.
Ice.
Cold.
To say I'm dead would be so bold.
Pink fire grazes the horizon behind the evergreens.
Somehow a fuschia twilight is magically seen.
This electric mauve light vanishes into the belly of the night.
Blood.
Runs.
Ice.
Cold.
To...
A mental planet with a void for sun, the light is listless.
Eternal winter snowed upon the corroded cartilage
in my bones.
A carcass of happiness lies shivering on broken stones.
Blood.
Runs.
Ice.
Cold.
To say I'm dead would be so bold.
Pink fire grazes the horizon behind the evergreens.
Somehow a fuschia twilight is magically seen.
This electric mauve light vanishes into the belly of the night.
Blood.
Runs.
Ice.
Cold.
To...
#despair
#winter
130 reads
16 Comments
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