Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
Morphine Galaxy
Psychedelic night.
A dying man's final dreams
A morphine galaxy.
A dying man's final dreams
A morphine galaxy.
#death
#dreams
#haiku
38 reads
12 Comments
Naked Pink
Within a single day's blink.
Fuschia buds blossom
an exquisitely pale pink.
Impatient branches wear
their now exotic veil.
The leaves felt erotic
throbbing in the gale.
Wind ruffled petals,
Glisten with dew.
The stagnant empty winter
is now a voluptuous floral view.
The naked pink will call to you.
Fuschia buds blossom
an exquisitely pale pink.
Impatient branches wear
their now exotic veil.
The leaves felt erotic
throbbing in the gale.
Wind ruffled petals,
Glisten with dew.
The stagnant empty winter
is now a voluptuous floral view.
The naked pink will call to you.
#flowers
#spring
57 reads
15 Comments
Small Beings Large Hearts
Infiniteismal.
Wandering the universe.
Herculean hearts.
Wandering the universe.
Herculean hearts.
#universe
#SelfDiscovery
46 reads
14 Comments
Ironia
Sun glossed white puffed sky.
Ironic imaginings.
Poised to darkly die.
Ironic imaginings.
Poised to darkly die.
#dreams
#death
#clouds #heaven
#clouds #heaven
60 reads
17 Comments
Dark Secrets
Secrets dungeons deep.
Haunt my quiet mind tonight..
Destined for the grave.
Haunt my quiet mind tonight..
Destined for the grave.
#secrets
#death
#haiku
53 reads
19 Comments
Spring Mirth
Plush olive and maroon leaves
tempt my weariness with a reprieve.
Flaunting their secret scarlet beads.
Blossom with a lusting thirst for
spring rain's, gently weeping eyes.
From a milk white sky, one for which
the dogwoods vie.
Birds soar the mood less sky.
They fly right through the lingering goodbyes.
Echoes in the air that had no care to die.
The ones that had no why.
Like hungry winter parts with floral spring.
Barren bark and blossom had their fling.
The magnolia had no care with her lavish flowering. ...
tempt my weariness with a reprieve.
Flaunting their secret scarlet beads.
Blossom with a lusting thirst for
spring rain's, gently weeping eyes.
From a milk white sky, one for which
the dogwoods vie.
Birds soar the mood less sky.
They fly right through the lingering goodbyes.
Echoes in the air that had no care to die.
The ones that had no why.
Like hungry winter parts with floral spring.
Barren bark and blossom had their fling.
The magnolia had no care with her lavish flowering. ...
#spring
#rebirth
75 reads
19 Comments
Live While You Are Alive
Live with the vigor
Like death's breath shivers your neck.
Passion collects debt.
Like death's breath shivers your neck.
Passion collects debt.
#haiku
#LifeChangingMoment
#passion
69 reads
20 Comments
Corvus
Struck by the gloss of the ebony plumage
of the raven in starlight.
His eyes an oily mystery
of the perpetual return of night.
Fascinated by his burrowing stare
at the gnarled knot in the tree.
That furnished a nest of naive robin's eggs.
Under inevitable seize.
Meaningful change has an approaching leg,
the wicked raven confides.
A need to explore the shadows
that dwell inside.
I've made companions of
the midnight hours.
In keeping with the natural order,
the pale blue eggs are greedily devoured.
To be who...
of the raven in starlight.
His eyes an oily mystery
of the perpetual return of night.
Fascinated by his burrowing stare
at the gnarled knot in the tree.
That furnished a nest of naive robin's eggs.
Under inevitable seize.
Meaningful change has an approaching leg,
the wicked raven confides.
A need to explore the shadows
that dwell inside.
I've made companions of
the midnight hours.
In keeping with the natural order,
the pale blue eggs are greedily devoured.
To be who...
#death
#birds
#LifeCycle
82 reads
18 Comments
Still-born Tomorrow
Mysterious moon.
Lay up on the sun's hot fire
Still-born tomorrow.
Lay up on the sun's hot fire
Still-born tomorrow.
#sun
#moon
#haiku
65 reads
21 Comments
Desire To Blossom
Black chaotic bark.
Witness dawn's vanishing dark.
Possibility.
Witness dawn's vanishing dark.
Possibility.
#trees
#spring
#haiku
88 reads
16 Comments
Glacier Blue
The water was a blue universe where the soul is fluid.
Lifetime far away from the closest human grid.
Aquamarine dream, shines a glacial sheen
of a mountainside secluded lake.
Engulfed in triangular summits with their bleached
termination dust flakes.
The peace was so still and so primitively profound.
There existed no need to make a single sound.
My every hurt was soothed with liquid blue bliss.
Morning would bring a hypnotic mist.
Moistening blades of grass that are April sun kissed.
Grateful to be alive to witness such a sight. ...
Lifetime far away from the closest human grid.
Aquamarine dream, shines a glacial sheen
of a mountainside secluded lake.
Engulfed in triangular summits with their bleached
termination dust flakes.
The peace was so still and so primitively profound.
There existed no need to make a single sound.
My every hurt was soothed with liquid blue bliss.
Morning would bring a hypnotic mist.
Moistening blades of grass that are April sun kissed.
Grateful to be alive to witness such a sight. ...
#water
#nature
#mountains #peace
#mountains #peace
84 reads
19 Comments
An Open Door
There is nothing accidental
upon the road to dimensions of your destiny.
Within connecting energies
there is extraordinary electricity.
Encounters with certain random people
are an expansive open door.
A soul laser invitation to know the more.
The granting of dangling dreams
you've achingly yearned and adored.
Enlightened entry through your
seizing turquoise and navy swirled
sweet daggering eyes.
Do I really want to know
the revelation of my demise?
It will no longer matter,
in your rapturous realm divine.
upon the road to dimensions of your destiny.
Within connecting energies
there is extraordinary electricity.
Encounters with certain random people
are an expansive open door.
A soul laser invitation to know the more.
The granting of dangling dreams
you've achingly yearned and adored.
Enlightened entry through your
seizing turquoise and navy swirled
sweet daggering eyes.
Do I really want to know
the revelation of my demise?
It will no longer matter,
in your rapturous realm divine.
#universe
#spiritual
87 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)