Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Oct 2024 6:31pm
11th Oct 2024 6:31pm
Fragment of a Story
She thanked friends and family for the October anniversary wishes, never knowing
It would be their last. He would die the next August. You just can never know, when
your time is expired. You are just ash from the fires. How do you know when your
days are numbered or the fragility of your slumbers?
She burned with an agile agony. There was a strange ease to the excruciating days.
Despite them pounding through her veins. To the borderline of sane. Despair dismantling
the hostage of her brain. As she slumped against his aging grave.
And there, the...
It would be their last. He would die the next August. You just can never know, when
your time is expired. You are just ash from the fires. How do you know when your
days are numbered or the fragility of your slumbers?
She burned with an agile agony. There was a strange ease to the excruciating days.
Despite them pounding through her veins. To the borderline of sane. Despair dismantling
the hostage of her brain. As she slumped against his aging grave.
And there, the...
#death
#grief
#LifeAsAWriter
156 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Oct 2024 2:27am
8th Oct 2024 2:27am
Death of the Leaves
As my thoughts transform into dreams in a vast sky.
The barren trees lack our need to question why.
Although one tree bled scarlet berries,
invisible wounds very, from the severed leaves.
But the earth had seasons to achieve.
Leaves consumed in color naively fall,
joyous to be free.
They know not of decay, and that beneath a snow drift
they will stay.
In a starless abyss, an onyx void
Until buds of spring burst with joy.
The trees need not grieve.
For they have already forgotten
the death of the leaves.
The barren trees lack our need to question why.
Although one tree bled scarlet berries,
invisible wounds very, from the severed leaves.
But the earth had seasons to achieve.
Leaves consumed in color naively fall,
joyous to be free.
They know not of decay, and that beneath a snow drift
they will stay.
In a starless abyss, an onyx void
Until buds of spring burst with joy.
The trees need not grieve.
For they have already forgotten
the death of the leaves.
#death
#fall
#nature
159 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2024 11:02am
3rd Oct 2024 11:02am
Dark
Don't even try to hide it.
The dark knows your fear.
Quite intimately my dear.
Upon the ghastly path to terror's pit.
Into the heart of horror,
the darkness will steer.
Your circuits to a safe reality blown.
Reality is really darkness's shadow.
Take you worst chilling fear,
and worsen it.
A beast in a maniac fit.
Not human or animal,
But a demonic bull.
The unfed dark hungers
with agony's ache.
A bloody beating heart
would surely satiate.
How about yours?
The dark knows your fear.
Quite intimately my dear.
Upon the ghastly path to terror's pit.
Into the heart of horror,
the darkness will steer.
Your circuits to a safe reality blown.
Reality is really darkness's shadow.
Take you worst chilling fear,
and worsen it.
A beast in a maniac fit.
Not human or animal,
But a demonic bull.
The unfed dark hungers
with agony's ache.
A bloody beating heart
would surely satiate.
How about yours?
#dark
#nightmares
178 reads
22 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Sep 2024 11:03pm
29th Sep 2024 11:03pm
Roam
Beneath the fractures and fissures of my heart's truth
Preserved in my earth are the fossils of you.
From the age when you roamed me.
To a blissful echo of groans and screams.
Do we ever truly understand
the hearts archeology?
Requires belief in things you cannot see.
Buried marrow deep inside of me.
From the age when you roamed free.
Now I roam an earth on fire with
red, orange & yellow trees.
Candy apple red, burgundy and blood that beats.
Lemon yellow, rust and tangerine.
My eyes with a secret gleam. ...
Preserved in my earth are the fossils of you.
From the age when you roamed me.
To a blissful echo of groans and screams.
Do we ever truly understand
the hearts archeology?
Requires belief in things you cannot see.
Buried marrow deep inside of me.
From the age when you roamed free.
Now I roam an earth on fire with
red, orange & yellow trees.
Candy apple red, burgundy and blood that beats.
Lemon yellow, rust and tangerine.
My eyes with a secret gleam. ...
#death
#fall
#love #nature
#love #nature
160 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Sep 2024 3:50pm
27th Sep 2024 3:50pm
Births and Deaths
Life is a spark between two identical voids, the darkness before birth
and the one after death........unknown
A whine from that exact very first
moment in time.
Before the meaning of existence
was defined.
A child of the raw universe
needs no alibis.
The wonder & terror serve fine.
He had a bludgeoning beauty
with fatal deadly eyes.
With a dark soul carrying my existence
to its mortal demise.
I was back at the birth of time.
With answers from the pains left behind.
The universe...
and the one after death........unknown
A whine from that exact very first
moment in time.
Before the meaning of existence
was defined.
A child of the raw universe
needs no alibis.
The wonder & terror serve fine.
He had a bludgeoning beauty
with fatal deadly eyes.
With a dark soul carrying my existence
to its mortal demise.
I was back at the birth of time.
With answers from the pains left behind.
The universe...
#death
#universe
151 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2024 3:23pm
24th Sep 2024 3:23pm
September Dawn
The weakening September sunlight
secretly and silently stalked the dawn.
The dark desired to linger forever
in the hollow heart and meek mind.
A colder, polar dew saturates the lawn.
But in the fragile morning light,
there is a harvest of hope to find.
To fill the heart and strengthen the mind.
To the nagging agonies the hope is blind.
The autumn sun will be losing warmth fast.
Like memories growing cold from an ancient past.
There is wisdom in the falling leaves.
They fall with grace because they believe
they will...
secretly and silently stalked the dawn.
The dark desired to linger forever
in the hollow heart and meek mind.
A colder, polar dew saturates the lawn.
But in the fragile morning light,
there is a harvest of hope to find.
To fill the heart and strengthen the mind.
To the nagging agonies the hope is blind.
The autumn sun will be losing warmth fast.
Like memories growing cold from an ancient past.
There is wisdom in the falling leaves.
They fall with grace because they believe
they will...
#dark
#hope
#sun
138 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2024 4:07pm
22nd Sep 2024 4:07pm
Womb of Creation
Boisterous battle to be born.
Words lodged in nerves slightly torn.
The order of which is still absurd.
The imagination is marvelously moist.
Ideas transformed creatively unspoiled.
A sentence.
Drenches the blankness of the page.
I've heard meaning is all the rage.
To be profound,
without uttering a sound.
The womb of creation
sparkles spellbound.
Words lodged in nerves slightly torn.
The order of which is still absurd.
The imagination is marvelously moist.
Ideas transformed creatively unspoiled.
A sentence.
Drenches the blankness of the page.
I've heard meaning is all the rage.
To be profound,
without uttering a sound.
The womb of creation
sparkles spellbound.
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
126 reads
12 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2024 3:57am
20th Sep 2024 3:57am
September
The developing chill of September
grazes the bones.
Falling leaves
will become little cyclones.
Foliage begins to proclaim & exclaim
deep vibrancy of color.
With the nostalgic beauty
for which I yearn & hunger.
Soon to be barren, gaunt trees
bid farewell to their vanishing leaves.
That finally lay in a state of decay
As the earth bereaved.
grazes the bones.
Falling leaves
will become little cyclones.
Foliage begins to proclaim & exclaim
deep vibrancy of color.
With the nostalgic beauty
for which I yearn & hunger.
Soon to be barren, gaunt trees
bid farewell to their vanishing leaves.
That finally lay in a state of decay
As the earth bereaved.
#fall
#nature
#trees
114 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Sep 2024 7:57pm
18th Sep 2024 7:57pm
Cold Burn
Walked through the golden harvest of corn.
Beneath descending sun.
Fully knowing the winter of the mind
would soon be born.
That first stark ivory would stun.
Before I knew inner inferno's contain icicles too.
The cold burn left the clues.
His eyes were electric heat.
His words a brutal snow.
His smile a warmth so sweet.
His touch, the absence of tomorrow.
I walked the maze through the piercing sorrow.
Beneath descending sun.
Fully knowing the winter of the mind
would soon be born.
That first stark ivory would stun.
Before I knew inner inferno's contain icicles too.
The cold burn left the clues.
His eyes were electric heat.
His words a brutal snow.
His smile a warmth so sweet.
His touch, the absence of tomorrow.
I walked the maze through the piercing sorrow.
#emptiness
#fire
#winter
153 reads
24 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2024 12:56pm
12th Sep 2024 12:56pm
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
138 reads
19 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2024 11:57pm
6th Sep 2024 11:57pm
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
173 reads
28 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2024 8:03pm
5th Sep 2024 8:03pm
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
140 reads
10 Comments
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