Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2023 10:09am
1st Mar 2023 10:09am
Blossom
Behold the budding dawn.
I'm no longer reticent.
In the voiceless
womb of a new day.
My veins throb
in sweet proclamation
of you.
My inner blue melancholy
vanishing.
Your blossom
perfumes the aurora.
Upon the fleeting darkness
I lay cradled
in an abysmal ecstasy
of dewed fantasies of you.
I'm no longer reticent.
In the voiceless
womb of a new day.
My veins throb
in sweet proclamation
of you.
My inner blue melancholy
vanishing.
Your blossom
perfumes the aurora.
Upon the fleeting darkness
I lay cradled
in an abysmal ecstasy
of dewed fantasies of you.
#love
#spring
#dawn
280 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2023 5:16pm
28th Feb 2023 5:16pm
Old Soul
The winter hazel sunsets,
Softly burn my mind's gazing.
I launch backwards to our first encounter.
Your face,
was the answer to everything
unknown in me.
An old soul.
Awakening a hypnotic ache
In all my heart's breaks.
My scars shimmer with
shiny hot memories of you.
My depth belongs to yours.
Softly burn my mind's gazing.
I launch backwards to our first encounter.
Your face,
was the answer to everything
unknown in me.
An old soul.
Awakening a hypnotic ache
In all my heart's breaks.
My scars shimmer with
shiny hot memories of you.
My depth belongs to yours.
#love
220 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2023 12:13pm
27th Feb 2023 12:13pm
Ancient Want
Obsessed with all we want.
We will take it
in any shape or form we can get it.
Neglecting to realize,
what we want may not always reciprocate.
Thus we continue to want, ache, yearn, lust
All the days long.
The heart is an ancient organ with
melodies of century old memories.
Foggy lives led that leave
their dark magical resonance,
in us deep and wide.
Something, some feeling,
just at the tip of your brain,
seducing you insane.
A quest begins to find the ancient pasts
that collided with...
We will take it
in any shape or form we can get it.
Neglecting to realize,
what we want may not always reciprocate.
Thus we continue to want, ache, yearn, lust
All the days long.
The heart is an ancient organ with
melodies of century old memories.
Foggy lives led that leave
their dark magical resonance,
in us deep and wide.
Something, some feeling,
just at the tip of your brain,
seducing you insane.
A quest begins to find the ancient pasts
that collided with...
#love
#lust
#LookingForLove
267 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2023 10:25pm
26th Feb 2023 10:25pm
The Poet
The silhouette of her soul glistened
in the falling twilight.
Her eyes were haunted by yearn.
Her heart beating brimming with woven words.
Concealing her secrets in velvet prose.
She lay in a field of midnight sky.
Stars of thoughts a sweet scattering
throughout her mind.
She tears through her fibers of ecstasy
to extract the underlying debris of pain.
A chrysalis of dark euphoria
Starkly alive on the page.
in the falling twilight.
Her eyes were haunted by yearn.
Her heart beating brimming with woven words.
Concealing her secrets in velvet prose.
She lay in a field of midnight sky.
Stars of thoughts a sweet scattering
throughout her mind.
She tears through her fibers of ecstasy
to extract the underlying debris of pain.
A chrysalis of dark euphoria
Starkly alive on the page.
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
233 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th Feb 2023 10:46am
25th Feb 2023 10:46am
The Sentence
Some believe the suffering for a particularly heinous crime should be sentenced to include the cessation of that person's greatest passion in life. In making that passion cease to exist - you are sentencing the person to real living madness, the deliverance of a deserving punishment. Although who is to really judge what qualifies as heinous, not knowing the intricacies of a whole lifetime that may have led up to that moment.
A poet was sentenced to life imprisonment in a gray cell with a small lone window, low enough for a single view. Trapped inside of a gray cell, any puny view...
A poet was sentenced to life imprisonment in a gray cell with a small lone window, low enough for a single view. Trapped inside of a gray cell, any puny view...
#dark
269 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2023 1:33am
25th Feb 2023 1:33am
A Heart of Death, A Heart of Birth
Slow my aching heart.
Halt the daggers pain.
Whispers dance upon my walls.
While silence screams your name.
And when the breeze begins to blow,
it unchills the arrow on the bow.
There is a new throb in my heart.
It pulsates and begins to grow.
This chaos of passion spreads so fast.
Cancelling old memories booked in the past.
And sketched across the darkest night.
An old flame burns out, while a new one ignites.
Halt the daggers pain.
Whispers dance upon my walls.
While silence screams your name.
And when the breeze begins to blow,
it unchills the arrow on the bow.
There is a new throb in my heart.
It pulsates and begins to grow.
This chaos of passion spreads so fast.
Cancelling old memories booked in the past.
And sketched across the darkest night.
An old flame burns out, while a new one ignites.
#love
#breakup
#passion
171 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2023 3:45pm
23rd Feb 2023 3:45pm
Never More
When the object of a sweet obsession is gone,
existing never more.
The onset of feeling emotionally deceived begins.
A heart believes what it wants to believe,
despite life's neon flashing signs.
A heart wants to believe it was truly wanted, deeply wanted, that it was truly love.
Because heartache is a deep abyss of pain,
the brain would rather not feel on its rational terrain.
Even the sound of your name, hurts like a sledge hammer slicing through the central core of my soul.
Every lingering thought of you just deeper carves the hole.
existing never more.
The onset of feeling emotionally deceived begins.
A heart believes what it wants to believe,
despite life's neon flashing signs.
A heart wants to believe it was truly wanted, deeply wanted, that it was truly love.
Because heartache is a deep abyss of pain,
the brain would rather not feel on its rational terrain.
Even the sound of your name, hurts like a sledge hammer slicing through the central core of my soul.
Every lingering thought of you just deeper carves the hole.
#breakup
#hurt
243 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2023 12:52pm
22nd Feb 2023 12:52pm
Deep
You penetrate my existence.
Sweetly barging into
my empty places.
Waltzing into my mind.
For a thousand eternities,
I would lead you into my deep.
But you already know the way....
Sweetly barging into
my empty places.
Waltzing into my mind.
For a thousand eternities,
I would lead you into my deep.
But you already know the way....
#love
#LongDistanceRelationship
463 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2023 12:44pm
22nd Feb 2023 12:44pm
Hope's Road
The morning sky
was a precarious
robins egg blue.
With fluffy islands
of smudge gray clouds.
Should hope be had
or impending doom?
My fragile heart vacillates
between sparkles of light
and a starless black hole night.
I could be traversing hope's road
and the ground gives way
swallowing me whole.
Or my body curled in doom
feels light from the sun streaming
through a pin hole in the bolted door.
I sleuth my soul for the anecdote,
internal peace.
A rare commodity in difficult times. ...
was a precarious
robins egg blue.
With fluffy islands
of smudge gray clouds.
Should hope be had
or impending doom?
My fragile heart vacillates
between sparkles of light
and a starless black hole night.
I could be traversing hope's road
and the ground gives way
swallowing me whole.
Or my body curled in doom
feels light from the sun streaming
through a pin hole in the bolted door.
I sleuth my soul for the anecdote,
internal peace.
A rare commodity in difficult times. ...
#hope
#dark
#peace
189 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2023 3:33am
21st Feb 2023 3:33am
Primal
It's the sun's prerogative
whether to shine.
The moon's volition
to make our dreams sublime.
It's the stars discretion
whether we align.
But the choice to love you,
is completely mine.
Primal & divine.
whether to shine.
The moon's volition
to make our dreams sublime.
It's the stars discretion
whether we align.
But the choice to love you,
is completely mine.
Primal & divine.
#love
#dreams
#universe
326 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Feb 2023 9:28am
20th Feb 2023 9:28am
Galaxy of Ecstasy
His eyes were an icy,
laser greenish blue,
with the power
to freeze her every sadness.
Her eyes, an emerald jade,
sought his soul,
with the power to intoxicate his soul,
with a single glance.
She possessed a passion so deep,
he inhaled her fiery beauty,
sparking an eternal fire,
In the loins of his existence.
Touching sweetly scorches
their ferocious need.
His smooth hard architecture,
towered all over her red juicy heart.
She gnawed on his hardened need,
to enter, ...
laser greenish blue,
with the power
to freeze her every sadness.
Her eyes, an emerald jade,
sought his soul,
with the power to intoxicate his soul,
with a single glance.
She possessed a passion so deep,
he inhaled her fiery beauty,
sparking an eternal fire,
In the loins of his existence.
Touching sweetly scorches
their ferocious need.
His smooth hard architecture,
towered all over her red juicy heart.
She gnawed on his hardened need,
to enter, ...
#lust
#sex
#passion
320 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2023 5:13pm
19th Feb 2023 5:13pm
Shining
I've had stars lacerated from my eyes.
Dreams slaughtered in my mind.
My heart lodged in a barren winter.
But below the marrow,
My soul of fragility
somehow sparkles with possibility.
My wounds shine.
Each daily war,
I survived.
Dreams slaughtered in my mind.
My heart lodged in a barren winter.
But below the marrow,
My soul of fragility
somehow sparkles with possibility.
My wounds shine.
Each daily war,
I survived.
#courage
#dark
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6 Comments
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