Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
Blue
Your eyes were deep oceans.
Salted with pain.
Drained from our veins.
I have a fear of drowning in you.
Silent confessions were like opioids.
The feelings that consume my heart
are now bone deep.
My cells know.
Why my blood runs slow.
When you kiss my pale
pouty lips.
Further I slip into
the waves of you.
Salted with pain.
Drained from our veins.
I have a fear of drowning in you.
Silent confessions were like opioids.
The feelings that consume my heart
are now bone deep.
My cells know.
Why my blood runs slow.
When you kiss my pale
pouty lips.
Further I slip into
the waves of you.
#love
#lust
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Sibilate
Trees possess longings too.
For the ecstatic torment of a voracious
spring breeze.
For the whoosh and wobbling murmurings
of sun bright leaves.
Spring whispers her secrets to summer,
all her sultry needs.
For the ecstatic torment of a voracious
spring breeze.
For the whoosh and wobbling murmurings
of sun bright leaves.
Spring whispers her secrets to summer,
all her sultry needs.
#trees
#wind
#nature
287 reads
10 Comments
Boneless
My cells in sweet contortion,
as your passion infects me with
magic poison.
I wish I was boneless,
so I could twist and fly your body
all night long.
I see the shadows of me I hide,
in the blazing fire of your eyes.
You plunged into me
and seized my secrets from
the tenor of my moans.
In my deepest spaces,
my core knows you are a lustful danger.
My heart betrays my soul,
offering you endless wild abandon.
In between the grip
of my quivering canyon.
as your passion infects me with
magic poison.
I wish I was boneless,
so I could twist and fly your body
all night long.
I see the shadows of me I hide,
in the blazing fire of your eyes.
You plunged into me
and seized my secrets from
the tenor of my moans.
In my deepest spaces,
my core knows you are a lustful danger.
My heart betrays my soul,
offering you endless wild abandon.
In between the grip
of my quivering canyon.
#lust
#sex
406 reads
14 Comments
Blue Orchard On The Moon
Do days swallow time?
Or does time swallow the days of our lives?
What memories get digested, while some are excreted?
The past starves to be remembered
after it's long forgotten.
The future hungers to begin,
heightened by the uncertainty.
The rarity of simply coincidence,
is like a blue orchard on the moon.
Or does time swallow the days of our lives?
What memories get digested, while some are excreted?
The past starves to be remembered
after it's long forgotten.
The future hungers to begin,
heightened by the uncertainty.
The rarity of simply coincidence,
is like a blue orchard on the moon.
#dreams
#memories
281 reads
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Shangri-La - with adagio
Abandon everything you know.
Crawl through my blackest hole.
Enter the universe of my soul.
My truths and thoughts are hung
like clusters of shiny stars.
My inner galaxies contain molecules
of my fate, formulating visions of my muse.
My heart a mason jar of a million memories
You are my paradise.
My Shangri-La.
Crawl through my blackest hole.
Enter the universe of my soul.
My truths and thoughts are hung
like clusters of shiny stars.
My inner galaxies contain molecules
of my fate, formulating visions of my muse.
My heart a mason jar of a million memories
You are my paradise.
My Shangri-La.
#love
#spiritual
256 reads
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Distortion of Hope
Dawn reluctantly shed the dark
Only to emerge a dismal gray day.
A peculiar light struggles
upon my heart's horizon.
A hope distorted at my iniquitous fate.
Immune to the slay.
Pondering my quests in youth to
flee the absurdly mundane.
But when nightmares taint
one too many chambers in the mind.
The blatantly ordinary seems reasonably divine.
Only to emerge a dismal gray day.
A peculiar light struggles
upon my heart's horizon.
A hope distorted at my iniquitous fate.
Immune to the slay.
Pondering my quests in youth to
flee the absurdly mundane.
But when nightmares taint
one too many chambers in the mind.
The blatantly ordinary seems reasonably divine.
#despair
#FeelingLost
297 reads
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Undress
The bones of my body are
in starvation for your touch.
A feast of you is exultation.
Undress your flesh,
so I can see your soul.
Peer in at my secrets you stole.
in starvation for your touch.
A feast of you is exultation.
Undress your flesh,
so I can see your soul.
Peer in at my secrets you stole.
#lust
#secrets
#spiritual
455 reads
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My Mind's Cabaret - with adagio
Listening to the heart-gripping haunt
as melancholy saunters my lonely mind.
Distant echoes linger of what we think we know.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Feel the paranoid pulse of the inner pendulum.
Allegories of my withering soul.
Perplex my nightmare with a story not yet told.
From the deep well of my quill.
A nameless pain aches on.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Listening to the howling Puma stalks my dreams. Plunging me into a deeper twilight of sensuality.
Beneath the...
as melancholy saunters my lonely mind.
Distant echoes linger of what we think we know.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Feel the paranoid pulse of the inner pendulum.
Allegories of my withering soul.
Perplex my nightmare with a story not yet told.
From the deep well of my quill.
A nameless pain aches on.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Listening to the howling Puma stalks my dreams. Plunging me into a deeper twilight of sensuality.
Beneath the...
#dark
#dreams
#spiritual
271 reads
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Spun From God's Weave - with adagio
Touch me in the twilight
below the moon's glowing halo.
Our breath stains the night
with silver condensation.
Beneath a quilt of sparkling dew.
Touch me with your soul and be
against the swooning willow tree.
In autumn's long sleeve sweater.
Falling, cascading are the leaves
through my dreams a gentle breeze.
A fabric of stars spun from God's weave.
below the moon's glowing halo.
Our breath stains the night
with silver condensation.
Beneath a quilt of sparkling dew.
Touch me with your soul and be
against the swooning willow tree.
In autumn's long sleeve sweater.
Falling, cascading are the leaves
through my dreams a gentle breeze.
A fabric of stars spun from God's weave.
#love
#fall
#heaven
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Maius
Born from the gushing rain of Aprils departure.
The liquid of sad souls glistens against the window's pain.
Earth cries, as my terminal hope struggles to stay alive.
Violet gray clouds are glossed with morning light.
The sun in its relentless pursuit to prevail after the rains.
The dogwoods know the uncertainties of tomorrows.
The iris's know the incredulity of future days.
But they flaunt their beauty anyway.
The liquid of sad souls glistens against the window's pain.
Earth cries, as my terminal hope struggles to stay alive.
Violet gray clouds are glossed with morning light.
The sun in its relentless pursuit to prevail after the rains.
The dogwoods know the uncertainties of tomorrows.
The iris's know the incredulity of future days.
But they flaunt their beauty anyway.
#hope
#flowers
#spring #nature
#spring #nature
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The Cello - with PaleSkies
The music from the cello provoked a spell of lustful
longing in my deepest essence.
The melody awakened ancient hungers and wonder that have burned to be given life.
The cellist's perfectly masculine fingers aroused the cello, with delicate yet deeply intentional pressure and purpose.
Each eloquent long and short stroke of the bow was
mind erupting, soul quaking, an enchanted heart invasion.
The sound called forth instinctual emotions,
the truth of me without the lies.
The cello is said to mimick the range of the human voice.
A voice that...
longing in my deepest essence.
The melody awakened ancient hungers and wonder that have burned to be given life.
The cellist's perfectly masculine fingers aroused the cello, with delicate yet deeply intentional pressure and purpose.
Each eloquent long and short stroke of the bow was
mind erupting, soul quaking, an enchanted heart invasion.
The sound called forth instinctual emotions,
the truth of me without the lies.
The cello is said to mimick the range of the human voice.
A voice that...
#love
#lust
#storm #music
#storm #music
297 reads
20 Comments
Hope, Cries and Dreams
A mesmerizing melody of pleasures punctures
the dark daunting dawn.
Birds warble sweet serenity in high,
sharp octaves of hope.
My haunted cries lay down in the sky's
black velvet meadows.
Inevitable,
The night lapsed and now stars are in possession of
my glimmering dreams.
the dark daunting dawn.
Birds warble sweet serenity in high,
sharp octaves of hope.
My haunted cries lay down in the sky's
black velvet meadows.
Inevitable,
The night lapsed and now stars are in possession of
my glimmering dreams.
#hope
#stars
#dawn
328 reads
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DU Poetry : Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)