Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
Warmth of Kiss
The sweet force of each gentle kiss,
bestows a longing warmth in my deepest deep.
A dark gloss lacquers my mind,.
as pleading pleasure seeps
Into holes I was blindly unaware existed.
The flavor of your lips
absolutely cannot be resisted.
The warmth spread.
Awakening my dead.
Infusing my veins.
Caressing the skin of my bones.
An invite for my soul to never exist alone.
bestows a longing warmth in my deepest deep.
A dark gloss lacquers my mind,.
as pleading pleasure seeps
Into holes I was blindly unaware existed.
The flavor of your lips
absolutely cannot be resisted.
The warmth spread.
Awakening my dead.
Infusing my veins.
Caressing the skin of my bones.
An invite for my soul to never exist alone.
#love
#sensual
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The Moment
The glossy ferocious spill of the water,
was a brilliant bubbling potion.
With an ever so random tumbling motion.
The fall's graceful blessing showers.
The river contains voracious power.
To hold your hours, hold each moment.
Before time just devours.
Don't die before you are dead.
Bleached snow juxtaposed
besides roses blood red.
Flowers are left by the hearts of lead.
Whose soul sometimes fled this world.
Live in the moment the sun opens
her soft yet feral eyes.
Leave the past for demise.
As the future aches to...
was a brilliant bubbling potion.
With an ever so random tumbling motion.
The fall's graceful blessing showers.
The river contains voracious power.
To hold your hours, hold each moment.
Before time just devours.
Don't die before you are dead.
Bleached snow juxtaposed
besides roses blood red.
Flowers are left by the hearts of lead.
Whose soul sometimes fled this world.
Live in the moment the sun opens
her soft yet feral eyes.
Leave the past for demise.
As the future aches to...
#SelfDiscovery
144 reads
15 Comments
Text
I have no doubt he loves and desires me,
Or that his words ignite fires within my being.
A burning yet tender lust.
To be in possession of a silent hunger you must.
Our bodies colliding, the sweet violence to it.
Jealousy fails to exist or does it?
Just questioning eyes.
Lips answering lies.
Thoughts evaporate before they create a line.
Not like our love.
Your love never.
Fails to exist.
Handcuff burns on my wrist.
Or that his words ignite fires within my being.
A burning yet tender lust.
To be in possession of a silent hunger you must.
Our bodies colliding, the sweet violence to it.
Jealousy fails to exist or does it?
Just questioning eyes.
Lips answering lies.
Thoughts evaporate before they create a line.
Not like our love.
Your love never.
Fails to exist.
Handcuff burns on my wrist.
#erotic
#lust
#obsession
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Secret Magic Sight
The stark ivory glisten is like
islands of broken diamonds.
Smashed sparkling beauty,
It became her retina's duty
To behold an acutely bright,
angelic ray of light.
She needed that sign.
That he was still there,
just beyond alive.
Or was it hazy sun drugged on peace?
The ambience of mixtures of light,
becomes our secret magic sight.
islands of broken diamonds.
Smashed sparkling beauty,
It became her retina's duty
To behold an acutely bright,
angelic ray of light.
She needed that sign.
That he was still there,
just beyond alive.
Or was it hazy sun drugged on peace?
The ambience of mixtures of light,
becomes our secret magic sight.
#SelfDiscovery
#sun
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6 Comments
Feast of Flesh
At this feast, food is meaningless.
A different starvation exists.
You are the feast.
My heart a hungering beast.
The architecture of your body,
should stand in naked erect divinity.
Supple and hard muscular skin.
Where you end, I begin.
In a stifling hot wind in my mind,
I thirst as well you will find.
You quench this parched hell without you.
Your lips taste lusciously sour
I've already devoured your soul's stew
in a million thoughts.
A thousand times an hour.
In my lips you are helplessly caught. ...
A different starvation exists.
You are the feast.
My heart a hungering beast.
The architecture of your body,
should stand in naked erect divinity.
Supple and hard muscular skin.
Where you end, I begin.
In a stifling hot wind in my mind,
I thirst as well you will find.
You quench this parched hell without you.
Your lips taste lusciously sour
I've already devoured your soul's stew
in a million thoughts.
A thousand times an hour.
In my lips you are helplessly caught. ...
#lust
#sex
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13 Comments
Lava
Your words, thick fire of molten lava
oozes over the surface of my skin.
I'm throbbing in the womb where life begins.
Sufficiently drenched in desire and sin.
I want you so deeply in.
I need, I crave.
Insanity pervades.
Lips of shiny pink copper
wait to feed on your breath.
To suck on your soul.
In my hollow.
The lava gets me Everytime.
oozes over the surface of my skin.
I'm throbbing in the womb where life begins.
Sufficiently drenched in desire and sin.
I want you so deeply in.
I need, I crave.
Insanity pervades.
Lips of shiny pink copper
wait to feed on your breath.
To suck on your soul.
In my hollow.
The lava gets me Everytime.
#lust
#sex
#spiritual
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Trance of Tranquility
His eyes were Caribbean ocean,
in my heart explosions,
lapping at the vast shore of my soul's potion.
Lightning striking
A lustfulness spiking.
The soft foam of the warm ocean
took a sweet toll of commotion.
Mesmerized.
Hypnotized.
His eyes were a trance of tranquility.
With specs of sun shining ease.
Did I want or need you more?
Your hand on the handle of desire's door.
Inside was a yearn galore.
A sweet summon to intricately
and ever so intimately explore.
in my heart explosions,
lapping at the vast shore of my soul's potion.
Lightning striking
A lustfulness spiking.
The soft foam of the warm ocean
took a sweet toll of commotion.
Mesmerized.
Hypnotized.
His eyes were a trance of tranquility.
With specs of sun shining ease.
Did I want or need you more?
Your hand on the handle of desire's door.
Inside was a yearn galore.
A sweet summon to intricately
and ever so intimately explore.
#lust
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18 Comments
Abyssus
"And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you" - Nietzsche
My mind contains a special
spiral galaxy.
My solar system of soul's needs.
Billions of starry thoughts
conjoined with very dark matter.
My eyes hunt, haunt and
sometimes flatter.
Within a super massive black hole
I am caught.
Thoughts ache to be heard.
The abyss is void of vocal word.
Speech is through vibration.
Annihilation of misinterpretation.
If it is depth you crave,
plunge as deep as you...
My mind contains a special
spiral galaxy.
My solar system of soul's needs.
Billions of starry thoughts
conjoined with very dark matter.
My eyes hunt, haunt and
sometimes flatter.
Within a super massive black hole
I am caught.
Thoughts ache to be heard.
The abyss is void of vocal word.
Speech is through vibration.
Annihilation of misinterpretation.
If it is depth you crave,
plunge as deep as you...
#astronomy
#dreams
#stars #universe
#stars #universe
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Black Tree Forest
Tha path into the black tree forest
can hear a lost soul's silent cry.
The trees, black entanglements
of vacant limbs climb towards a pale sky.
Black bark configurations.
Excite the shadowed imagination.
The black trees absorb despairing
thoughts and worries.
Awaiting the sugared innocence
of those first snow flurries.
Here, like a fallen leaf,
the heart's decayed foliage is quietly buried.
can hear a lost soul's silent cry.
The trees, black entanglements
of vacant limbs climb towards a pale sky.
Black bark configurations.
Excite the shadowed imagination.
The black trees absorb despairing
thoughts and worries.
Awaiting the sugared innocence
of those first snow flurries.
Here, like a fallen leaf,
the heart's decayed foliage is quietly buried.
#LifeCycle
#trees
#winter
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Erosion of Time
Time has been unforgiving
to my mortal wounds.
My soul lay exposed
beneath a bone white moon.
Contemplation at the day's end.
Is time a formidable opponent
or a faithful friend?
When will it be our time?
Will a ladder to eternity
be there to climb?
Who will read my final rhyme?
We waste our days,
in a grossly over thought maze.
You may cherish a memory
Were you even present or
did your attention flee?
We are told the now
is where happiness resides
The abysmal past
is our usual alibi. ...
to my mortal wounds.
My soul lay exposed
beneath a bone white moon.
Contemplation at the day's end.
Is time a formidable opponent
or a faithful friend?
When will it be our time?
Will a ladder to eternity
be there to climb?
Who will read my final rhyme?
We waste our days,
in a grossly over thought maze.
You may cherish a memory
Were you even present or
did your attention flee?
We are told the now
is where happiness resides
The abysmal past
is our usual alibi. ...
#death
#LifeCycle
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23 Comments
Growth
That winter was such a captivating cold.
Behold the blankness of the world.
The weight of peace
silently thrashes and swirls.
My heart sheds it's stone.
After an eternity of being alone.
Stark white globs of snow.
Form an amazing assault
on flaunting trees below.
A treacherous path faces my determination.
A mix of frenzied fear and energized elation.
What lies ahead is caressed by clouds.
Softer become my raging doubts.
The right path is often the hardest.
A test.
And with grace and growth we are...
Behold the blankness of the world.
The weight of peace
silently thrashes and swirls.
My heart sheds it's stone.
After an eternity of being alone.
Stark white globs of snow.
Form an amazing assault
on flaunting trees below.
A treacherous path faces my determination.
A mix of frenzied fear and energized elation.
What lies ahead is caressed by clouds.
Softer become my raging doubts.
The right path is often the hardest.
A test.
And with grace and growth we are...
#PersonalGrowth
#snow
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Empty Trees
The setting sun made the final clinging leaves
shine like dangling red jewels.
The scarlet shimmer infused my imagination
with creative fuel
Trees are not like people,
they don't feel empty.
Why do we grieve for that
which cannot be retrieved?
Barren branches know.
It's so much easier just to let go.
Creation always finds a way to grow.
shine like dangling red jewels.
The scarlet shimmer infused my imagination
with creative fuel
Trees are not like people,
they don't feel empty.
Why do we grieve for that
which cannot be retrieved?
Barren branches know.
It's so much easier just to let go.
Creation always finds a way to grow.
#emptiness
#fall
#PersonalGrowth #trees
#PersonalGrowth #trees
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