Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
Explosion Clouds
Looking at the explosion clouds.
There is a complete void of sound.
The September trees
are diminishing green,
in their lazy lean.
We are not just alive,
to satisfy hungers.
To examine bruised blunders.
Nature satisfies us too.
Bombs of peace in a sky cornflower blue.
There is a complete void of sound.
The September trees
are diminishing green,
in their lazy lean.
We are not just alive,
to satisfy hungers.
To examine bruised blunders.
Nature satisfies us too.
Bombs of peace in a sky cornflower blue.
#SelfReflection
#sky
#trees
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Night sky
The giant gown of night sky
felt like smooth billowing black satin.
With vast embroidered fields
of shimmering stars of passion.
Spend with me the nights irrational.
The straight paths are always diagonal.
Scars and stars, a dark and light decoupage.
The tiny moment can one day be large.
It's the glitter days we long to enlarge.
Rational is a mortal chain
On sanity's barge.
felt like smooth billowing black satin.
With vast embroidered fields
of shimmering stars of passion.
Spend with me the nights irrational.
The straight paths are always diagonal.
Scars and stars, a dark and light decoupage.
The tiny moment can one day be large.
It's the glitter days we long to enlarge.
Rational is a mortal chain
On sanity's barge.
#nature
108 reads
26 Comments
Being Alive
And in the silence, I suddenly understood the many ways
a person can die yet still feel alive.....unknown
The birds do not need,
the sun bright taut red berries
As a case to be merry.
Do birds know there is a tomorrow?
Where hope installs a door.
The nest builder anticipates a future.
Do birds remember a yesterday?
Regret is not in the bird's fortay.
But the warmth of the sun may feel familiar.
How much of today did you really live?
With one foot on the dusty road back,
to the memories of weight.
And one foot...
a person can die yet still feel alive.....unknown
The birds do not need,
the sun bright taut red berries
As a case to be merry.
Do birds know there is a tomorrow?
Where hope installs a door.
The nest builder anticipates a future.
Do birds remember a yesterday?
Regret is not in the bird's fortay.
But the warmth of the sun may feel familiar.
How much of today did you really live?
With one foot on the dusty road back,
to the memories of weight.
And one foot...
#animals
#nature
#TruthOfLife
69 reads
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Droplets
The glistening droplet of fresh rain
clings to the berry.
To a squawking bluejay
that's a luscious cherry.
Is the berry crying or shining?
Is the soul fleeing or flying?
Droplets dangle from dank naked branches.
Diamond tears from broken chances.
Abandoned stances.
The rain persists to linger.
Like the way the choreography of your fingers did.
My heart a despairing shade of blue.
From thought conjuring droplets of you.......
clings to the berry.
To a squawking bluejay
that's a luscious cherry.
Is the berry crying or shining?
Is the soul fleeing or flying?
Droplets dangle from dank naked branches.
Diamond tears from broken chances.
Abandoned stances.
The rain persists to linger.
Like the way the choreography of your fingers did.
My heart a despairing shade of blue.
From thought conjuring droplets of you.......
#bittersweet
#heartbroken
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
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15 Comments
Soul Cave
Twilight's golden burn
is rapidly swallowed
by the enlarged darkness.
It is in the shadowed hours
the thoughts of unimaginable things,
thump wild with life.
Fear's invitation.
Terror's jubilation.
But I set out to meet my soul.
Confront my deepest hopes.
Tear fear's envelope.
How deep will life allow us to go?
There is a deeper depth in every depth.
If you go too deep,
you will go home.
To your origin.
is rapidly swallowed
by the enlarged darkness.
It is in the shadowed hours
the thoughts of unimaginable things,
thump wild with life.
Fear's invitation.
Terror's jubilation.
But I set out to meet my soul.
Confront my deepest hopes.
Tear fear's envelope.
How deep will life allow us to go?
There is a deeper depth in every depth.
If you go too deep,
you will go home.
To your origin.
#night
#SelfDiscovery
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12 Comments
Starfall
The black dark revolted the brightness of light.
Starless was the sky that night.
Light finds a way.
Even when darkness is gripped in agony
to stay.
My mortal heart is molting
immortal memories of you.
In the window of my mind,
a dusty light forces through.
A dark as tar is trying to destroy my heart.
Embryo's of light stabbed, pierced by mental darts.
Light finds a way
It gracefully invades.
The twilight boasts a gasoline sunset.
I know you but we've never met.
You are light.
I'm dark.
Behold the...
Starless was the sky that night.
Light finds a way.
Even when darkness is gripped in agony
to stay.
My mortal heart is molting
immortal memories of you.
In the window of my mind,
a dusty light forces through.
A dark as tar is trying to destroy my heart.
Embryo's of light stabbed, pierced by mental darts.
Light finds a way
It gracefully invades.
The twilight boasts a gasoline sunset.
I know you but we've never met.
You are light.
I'm dark.
Behold the...
#dark
#hope
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Summer
The earth felt massive yet motionless.
When my heart twists and hurts lie.
But clouds in secret shapes still crawl bye.
Some in a wispy angel divine.
Hard flapping at the feeder.
The smaller the bird,
the more voracious an eater.
We should be devouring
all those little things, gloriously sweeter.
The brightest of sun rests her rays
silently knowing the stifling sorrow it slays.
We noticed the female cardinal has a scarlet head.
Decorated messengers from beyond the dead.
Is a bird's flight planned?
Like scurrying...
When my heart twists and hurts lie.
But clouds in secret shapes still crawl bye.
Some in a wispy angel divine.
Hard flapping at the feeder.
The smaller the bird,
the more voracious an eater.
We should be devouring
all those little things, gloriously sweeter.
The brightest of sun rests her rays
silently knowing the stifling sorrow it slays.
We noticed the female cardinal has a scarlet head.
Decorated messengers from beyond the dead.
Is a bird's flight planned?
Like scurrying...
#birds
#summer
#sun
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16 Comments
The Death of Desire
The arson of my dreams,
was set by me.
A brilliant blood orange glow.
Down an abandoned wreckage road.
Night and her dark velvet invitations,
fuel my gasoline lamentations.
A self inflicted burn,
give desire a final blistering yearn.
Hopes and wishes compose
optimism's lather.
But dreams are now dead blackened cadavers.
was set by me.
A brilliant blood orange glow.
Down an abandoned wreckage road.
Night and her dark velvet invitations,
fuel my gasoline lamentations.
A self inflicted burn,
give desire a final blistering yearn.
Hopes and wishes compose
optimism's lather.
But dreams are now dead blackened cadavers.
#dreams
#fire
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Sky
From the deep dark chambers of my heart.
A haunting yet familiar melody does depart.
A somber song of raw sadness.
A melancholy reflection of the madness.
Cornflower blue sky.
Cloud country a mile wide.
A soft cotton gauze of skyward dreams.
For as far as the eyesight will believe.
That sky saved me.
From a now distant melody.
Light streams in those chambers
A survival of hope's embers.
Peace is a soundless force, to soothe
A resurrected heart from
that sky's boundless source.
A haunting yet familiar melody does depart.
A somber song of raw sadness.
A melancholy reflection of the madness.
Cornflower blue sky.
Cloud country a mile wide.
A soft cotton gauze of skyward dreams.
For as far as the eyesight will believe.
That sky saved me.
From a now distant melody.
Light streams in those chambers
A survival of hope's embers.
Peace is a soundless force, to soothe
A resurrected heart from
that sky's boundless source.
#hope
#sadness
#sky
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14 Comments
A Choice
What if you were given the choice of living
an alternate reality?
In a strange forest, a labyrinth of bark doors.
A life where your dreams are radiant diamonds seen.
Would problems crumble like twigs upon the forest floor?
Or does always exist a veil of unimagined terror's sheen.
A false peace.
Some memories refuse to easily fade, would thoughts
from the life you abandoned, permissionless, invade.
You will exist extremely haunted by
your unfulfilled deeds and unplanted seeds.
Make the life you already have hold meaning. ...
an alternate reality?
In a strange forest, a labyrinth of bark doors.
A life where your dreams are radiant diamonds seen.
Would problems crumble like twigs upon the forest floor?
Or does always exist a veil of unimagined terror's sheen.
A false peace.
Some memories refuse to easily fade, would thoughts
from the life you abandoned, permissionless, invade.
You will exist extremely haunted by
your unfulfilled deeds and unplanted seeds.
Make the life you already have hold meaning. ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
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Sweet Succulent
Devour my nectar.
Licking honey my heart drips.
My soul is whip cream.
Licking honey my heart drips.
My soul is whip cream.
#haiku
#sensual
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Miniscule Moments
Woven within the fibers of happiness
are those unexpected miniscule moments.
That saved you.
Were the brave you.
That made you stop and feel alive.
Moments that silence my heartbeat of agony
that pounds inside of me.
Summer days so lanky, so lengthy.
The years yearn to swallow time.
Reduce to just flashes of the death of desires.
Shine stained leaves in their sweet thrash.
Trees seductively shake and bash.
Days and years will pass.
It's within those miniscule happiness 's
that the feeling lasts.
are those unexpected miniscule moments.
That saved you.
Were the brave you.
That made you stop and feel alive.
Moments that silence my heartbeat of agony
that pounds inside of me.
Summer days so lanky, so lengthy.
The years yearn to swallow time.
Reduce to just flashes of the death of desires.
Shine stained leaves in their sweet thrash.
Trees seductively shake and bash.
Days and years will pass.
It's within those miniscule happiness 's
that the feeling lasts.
#happiness
#LifeCycle
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