Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 4:16pm
Yesterday 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
33 reads
7 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
71 reads
10 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
62 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
182 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
95 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2025 3:37pm
21st Jan 2025 3:37pm
Are You Nice or Kind?
A single junco hopping carefree;
pecking stray seed in the snow.
The bird fully embraces the world it knows.
It's tiny heart thumps in gratitude;
for the wondrous discovery of food.
There is a difference between nice and kind;
you will hopefully someday find.
Being nice, you are pleasant and agreeable;
only to make yourself shine
in another's judgemental eye.
If you are kind, you have a deeper level of compassion
for a person's needy cry.
pecking stray seed in the snow.
The bird fully embraces the world it knows.
It's tiny heart thumps in gratitude;
for the wondrous discovery of food.
There is a difference between nice and kind;
you will hopefully someday find.
Being nice, you are pleasant and agreeable;
only to make yourself shine
in another's judgemental eye.
If you are kind, you have a deeper level of compassion
for a person's needy cry.
#birds
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
66 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2025 11:21pm
19th Jan 2025 11:21pm
Leaf Cadavers
The driving miniscule flakes of snow.
Confim the world is a shaken globe.
Dark brown leaf cadavers can still be seen.
Crumbled in death poking through the newborn powder.
The haunted silence is even louder.
Life touching death, unusually serene.
Ghosts of autumn yearn for snowy winter
For a short while, the white world is void of the sinister.
The wind inhales a frozen breath.
A frigid cold whisper upon my neck.
Exhalations of steam, blow at the iced vanilla trees.
Bird population take haven in the branches.
To behold the...
Confim the world is a shaken globe.
Dark brown leaf cadavers can still be seen.
Crumbled in death poking through the newborn powder.
The haunted silence is even louder.
Life touching death, unusually serene.
Ghosts of autumn yearn for snowy winter
For a short while, the white world is void of the sinister.
The wind inhales a frozen breath.
A frigid cold whisper upon my neck.
Exhalations of steam, blow at the iced vanilla trees.
Bird population take haven in the branches.
To behold the...
#death
#LifeCycle
#snow #winter
#snow #winter
98 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2025 11:13pm
18th Jan 2025 11:13pm
The Ladder
Behind the daytime of my worn eyes.
Throughout the black static of my mind.
Exists an endless ladder that winds.
It climbs past memories drawers.
Where the long forgotten is stored.
Memories, both warm and cold mental burns.
Keys to doors of what we have learned.
Crucial reminders of knowledge earned.
It's time to descend with thoughts elated and free.
And open enlightened eyes to finally see.
The now of the ripest possibilities.
Throughout the black static of my mind.
Exists an endless ladder that winds.
It climbs past memories drawers.
Where the long forgotten is stored.
Memories, both warm and cold mental burns.
Keys to doors of what we have learned.
Crucial reminders of knowledge earned.
It's time to descend with thoughts elated and free.
And open enlightened eyes to finally see.
The now of the ripest possibilities.
#learning
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
74 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2025 1:32pm
5th Jan 2025 1:32pm
White Butterflies
The snow was like miniature white butterflies
in a beautifully choreographed flutter.
Always vanishing too soon.
So we wish upon a cluster of winter stars,
that permeate the mental bars.
Beneath the glow of the ambiguous moon.
The despair of not knowing if another cherished
day will exist.
The very dark between stars is what despair
cannot resist.
The snow falls in a stark silent rapture
of every fallen dream the heart still yearns to capture.
The moon is the wolf's trusted guiding light.
While the rabbit's eyes were...
in a beautifully choreographed flutter.
Always vanishing too soon.
So we wish upon a cluster of winter stars,
that permeate the mental bars.
Beneath the glow of the ambiguous moon.
The despair of not knowing if another cherished
day will exist.
The very dark between stars is what despair
cannot resist.
The snow falls in a stark silent rapture
of every fallen dream the heart still yearns to capture.
The moon is the wolf's trusted guiding light.
While the rabbit's eyes were...
#moon
#SelfReflection
#snow #stars
#snow #stars
141 reads
23 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2024 2:00pm
31st Dec 2024 2:00pm
Insatiable Desire
Broken place.
Invaded space.
By insatiable desire.
Could it be we are scouring
the wrong world?
The wrong dimension?
For the things that never get a mention.
A hundred tiny moments decoded.
Where some passion had eroded.
A place outside of the body's walls.
But still inside of ticking time enthralls.
Desire, all we have when we don't have ourselves.
Kaleidoscoping odysseys to be taken.
What we need are already seeds of joy in the heart.
Plump buds of gratitude.
Small acts of magnitude.
Invaded space.
By insatiable desire.
Could it be we are scouring
the wrong world?
The wrong dimension?
For the things that never get a mention.
A hundred tiny moments decoded.
Where some passion had eroded.
A place outside of the body's walls.
But still inside of ticking time enthralls.
Desire, all we have when we don't have ourselves.
Kaleidoscoping odysseys to be taken.
What we need are already seeds of joy in the heart.
Plump buds of gratitude.
Small acts of magnitude.
#lust
125 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2024 3:55pm
29th Dec 2024 3:55pm
Vampire Sky
The mind is the place the soul goes to hide from the heart.....unknown
The weight of desire was nestled within his fingertips.
You traced the bolder memories.
In order to get to the meat.
Memory of every miniscule inch of me.
Which has more weight, your mind or your soul.
In the vacancy of my heart's black hole.
You were my outer space.
My every galaxy.
A twilight sky with a blood scarlet hue
of lace covered my face.
I long for your fatal kiss as twilight burns and blushes.
Be the scarlet light in my darkness.
Touch me...
The weight of desire was nestled within his fingertips.
You traced the bolder memories.
In order to get to the meat.
Memory of every miniscule inch of me.
Which has more weight, your mind or your soul.
In the vacancy of my heart's black hole.
You were my outer space.
My every galaxy.
A twilight sky with a blood scarlet hue
of lace covered my face.
I long for your fatal kiss as twilight burns and blushes.
Be the scarlet light in my darkness.
Touch me...
#lust
#vampires
84 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Dec 2024 4:15pm
26th Dec 2024 4:15pm
Bird on a Barren Feeder
In a vacant quiet winter world,
behold the robin's final chord.
The bird at the barren feeder
struck my heart's eye.
I also know a cold hunger
inside unexplained need's cry.
The universe tells me I'm human, mortal.
As I sway over the edge of the portal.
Death's invite in hand,
as I'm chased by haunted screaming dreams,.
that never anchored a chance.
The bird would fly straight in.
Me, hesitant, with my unresolved sin.
The bird accepts his demise
and gets on with living.
It's existence within the joy it sings....
behold the robin's final chord.
The bird at the barren feeder
struck my heart's eye.
I also know a cold hunger
inside unexplained need's cry.
The universe tells me I'm human, mortal.
As I sway over the edge of the portal.
Death's invite in hand,
as I'm chased by haunted screaming dreams,.
that never anchored a chance.
The bird would fly straight in.
Me, hesitant, with my unresolved sin.
The bird accepts his demise
and gets on with living.
It's existence within the joy it sings....
#birds
#identity
96 reads
10 Comments
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