Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
Orchestra
I can hear the soothing rifts of your gentle soul, like lapping midnight ocean, on your breath as you sleep.
Your vocal chords are a melodic interplay of rhythms & chimes that stir me.
Please come, and stand up on the tattered balcony of my tiny human heart.
And play for me the glorious harmony of your existence.
Your vocal chords are a melodic interplay of rhythms & chimes that stir me.
Please come, and stand up on the tattered balcony of my tiny human heart.
And play for me the glorious harmony of your existence.
#love
#dreams
212 reads
4 Comments
Dead Alive
I am wounds sliced open, oozing with emotional infections.
Your love now a rabid bacteria inside of me.
My heart is a terrain of scabs of you.
All the places you bludgeoned me with your rusted words.
I have died a million deaths without you,
But here I am still alive.
Your love now a rabid bacteria inside of me.
My heart is a terrain of scabs of you.
All the places you bludgeoned me with your rusted words.
I have died a million deaths without you,
But here I am still alive.
#heartbroken
#abuse
#hurt
292 reads
4 Comments
The Hearts Language
I spoke to my heart today, in a soft language.
Like clouds of words passing through.
I told her she didn't have to feel lonely.
The sun will always warm her.
The rain will make her sparkle.
The wind will tickle against her.
The moon will present to her the brilliance of stars.
My heartbeat was a rhythm of sweet understanding.
Like clouds of words passing through.
I told her she didn't have to feel lonely.
The sun will always warm her.
The rain will make her sparkle.
The wind will tickle against her.
The moon will present to her the brilliance of stars.
My heartbeat was a rhythm of sweet understanding.
#SelfWorth
225 reads
2 Comments
Buds of Today
The winter forest was garnished with evergreen.
Treetops stretch their skeletal stick like fringe towards a paling sky.
Long have they stood amongst the revolving seasons.
Buds, bloom, leaves, fall, death.....
The forest feeling every passing soul's now cold breath.
I walk with a yearning desire as time approaches the end of year another year.
I abandon fear.
I'm no longer waiting for winters tomorrow.
In my heart's garden I choose the buds of today.......
Treetops stretch their skeletal stick like fringe towards a paling sky.
Long have they stood amongst the revolving seasons.
Buds, bloom, leaves, fall, death.....
The forest feeling every passing soul's now cold breath.
I walk with a yearning desire as time approaches the end of year another year.
I abandon fear.
I'm no longer waiting for winters tomorrow.
In my heart's garden I choose the buds of today.......
#hope
#winter
208 reads
2 Comments
Today
The early morning clouds presented icy gray.
The lone caw of a baby bird greeted the innocence of yet another new day.
As I search my weary brain for an alternate way. To accept many feelings are hues of gray.
That to stretch and grow, first the heart must fray.
I yearn for the vastness of life's ocean but seem to be stranded in the bay.
In the sea of my soul, there are monsters of my deep to slay
Below the wrath of anger is where the dead open wounds lay.
But hope declared ...... You have today.
The lone caw of a baby bird greeted the innocence of yet another new day.
As I search my weary brain for an alternate way. To accept many feelings are hues of gray.
That to stretch and grow, first the heart must fray.
I yearn for the vastness of life's ocean but seem to be stranded in the bay.
In the sea of my soul, there are monsters of my deep to slay
Below the wrath of anger is where the dead open wounds lay.
But hope declared ...... You have today.
#hope
#acceptance
321 reads
6 Comments
Lava
You entered my life without an invitation.
Without a warning in the world of how your impact was to be.
Like a meteorite from outer-space crashed into what was just an acutely routine patch of my earth.
Now you are like lava, glowing & pouring into my once empty hole.
Without a warning in the world of how your impact was to be.
Like a meteorite from outer-space crashed into what was just an acutely routine patch of my earth.
Now you are like lava, glowing & pouring into my once empty hole.
#dreams
431 reads
10 Comments
Mysterious Heart
The heart has a great many missed destinies.
Fates that failed to grow.
Trails of darkly kept desires leading to coves in the soul of false euphoric light.
I thought it was sunlight.
Desire has a life of its own, and not all desire chooses you....
The ozone of my soul would be paralyzed without you.
As I am bathing the cells in my bloodstream only in thoughts of you.
My sun and stars are only shimmering with images of you.
Eat only you.
Saturated in sexual fantasies of you.
Shimmer through my room, you are my ruling moon. ...
Fates that failed to grow.
Trails of darkly kept desires leading to coves in the soul of false euphoric light.
I thought it was sunlight.
Desire has a life of its own, and not all desire chooses you....
The ozone of my soul would be paralyzed without you.
As I am bathing the cells in my bloodstream only in thoughts of you.
My sun and stars are only shimmering with images of you.
Eat only you.
Saturated in sexual fantasies of you.
Shimmer through my room, you are my ruling moon. ...
#dreams
#obsession
318 reads
4 Comments
Hunger
The sound of hunger rumbles in my voids. As I scavenge my internal dark forest for some sense or meaning to it all. They say the search for meaning is the meaning, it's never enough. The emptiness will always pang for fulfillment. Few of us ever feel satiated. My dreams are of a malnourished wolf roaming the now cold winter of my heart. We are being hunted as we hunt. Most of us lost to what we are even searching for......
#dreams
340 reads
9 Comments
Voyage
The voyage of night took port in the soft morning light. The promise of another new day is born. Our souls also journey from light to darkness, darkness to light. While the pendulum of time grants wisdom to the mind. Sometimes the deeper, darker we suffer, the light beams of bliss shine a thousand times stronger. The heart will persevere through a great many moons and suns, before the whispers of great knowledge reside between the souls dawn & twilight.
#hope
270 reads
8 Comments
The Silent Scream
Beneath skin. Beneath bone. Not able to escape the intervening bars of the skeleton. Imprisoned screams cry out through the marrow cage. Unheard to sky, ground, or air. I think the wind and the trees hear but do not care.
A fetal curled girl opens her mouth to release this agony resulting in not even a miniscule trace of frequency or sound. But internally the sound is clashing loud.
A fetal curled girl opens her mouth to release this agony resulting in not even a miniscule trace of frequency or sound. But internally the sound is clashing loud.
#hurt
388 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)