Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2024 1:13pm
6th Feb 2024 1:13pm
Revive
Your fingers grazed
with nimble ease.
Like the sudden wealth
of a summer breeze.
Such delight abandoned
upon my yearning delicate skin.
Unsolvable.
The place you end & I begin.
In the celestial mind,
in untapped ancient silence .
A single heart divides
Possibility nascent.
It's been easy to breathe
and not feel alive.
Now my chest wildly thumps,
blood bubbling and revived.
with nimble ease.
Like the sudden wealth
of a summer breeze.
Such delight abandoned
upon my yearning delicate skin.
Unsolvable.
The place you end & I begin.
In the celestial mind,
in untapped ancient silence .
A single heart divides
Possibility nascent.
It's been easy to breathe
and not feel alive.
Now my chest wildly thumps,
blood bubbling and revived.
#love
#FallingInLove
202 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2024 4:54pm
4th Feb 2024 4:54pm
Hell's Vine
My clammy cheek was plastered
on the cold slab of rock bottom.
Does it matter how I got here?
Dry heaving my suffocating fear.
Numb blaze & flames of yesterday.
Haunted holograms
of my contorted mistakes
Harrowing hieroglyphic accounts
adorning the ancient brain.
A story for when the soul no longer remains.
Lost souls saunter a star perished night.
Shivering with the grim fright,
that there might not exist a welcoming light.
Lifeless I lay & glimpse
a pinhole of fragile shine.
Proofless that...
on the cold slab of rock bottom.
Does it matter how I got here?
Dry heaving my suffocating fear.
Numb blaze & flames of yesterday.
Haunted holograms
of my contorted mistakes
Harrowing hieroglyphic accounts
adorning the ancient brain.
A story for when the soul no longer remains.
Lost souls saunter a star perished night.
Shivering with the grim fright,
that there might not exist a welcoming light.
Lifeless I lay & glimpse
a pinhole of fragile shine.
Proofless that...
#dark
#angels
#heaven #hell
#heaven #hell
127 reads
25 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2024 2:55pm
1st Feb 2024 2:55pm
Cruising The Death of Time
There is a desolate highway
that cuts through
my mind's haunting pines.
A scull and crossbone
on the exit sign.
Through rugged terrain
of yesterday's.
Counting the monotonous lines.
Driving back
through the death of time.
Cruising to days
you perished being mine.
Back to you holding my hand,
absolutely inconceivable,
you would ever let go.
It's heart tugging to visit
those memories now,
the heart still gives,
a phantom swell.
I drove back
and parked in tomorrow.
Into the deep...
that cuts through
my mind's haunting pines.
A scull and crossbone
on the exit sign.
Through rugged terrain
of yesterday's.
Counting the monotonous lines.
Driving back
through the death of time.
Cruising to days
you perished being mine.
Back to you holding my hand,
absolutely inconceivable,
you would ever let go.
It's heart tugging to visit
those memories now,
the heart still gives,
a phantom swell.
I drove back
and parked in tomorrow.
Into the deep...
#memories
#MovingOn
#emotional
124 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2024 7:22pm
31st Jan 2024 7:22pm
Crater Lake
Meet me at
the sun polished Crater Lake.
In such lavish light,
the fir, pine and hemlock,
are warmly baked.
Woozy trees, drunk on the beauty.
Inebriated with a
moment of the stolen still.
These stoic bark creatures flaunt
pristine emerald and jade frill.
The long desired water
possess's the purest hue.
The deep cobalt blue,
lazily yet hypnotically,
extends an invitation to you.
The lake's shimmered secrets
hold the most ancient truths.
The charcoal mountainous flank
boast's of thousands of years old....
the sun polished Crater Lake.
In such lavish light,
the fir, pine and hemlock,
are warmly baked.
Woozy trees, drunk on the beauty.
Inebriated with a
moment of the stolen still.
These stoic bark creatures flaunt
pristine emerald and jade frill.
The long desired water
possess's the purest hue.
The deep cobalt blue,
lazily yet hypnotically,
extends an invitation to you.
The lake's shimmered secrets
hold the most ancient truths.
The charcoal mountainous flank
boast's of thousands of years old....
#trees
#water
#nature #peace
#nature #peace
115 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2024 11:41am
29th Jan 2024 11:41am
Haunting Magic
The veiled moon emits
the strangest obscure light.
Silently awakening
the secret world
of my dark delights.
Yet the tide twinkles,
blinding bright,
on the ancient shore
of my mind tonight.
Mysterious memories swirl
that have haunted me before.
As a dark euphoria sedates my core.
In the center of the soul
exists a vaulted door,
where the ghosts of the heart reside.
To go inside exposes
every secret you ache to confide.
Whoever told me there is no magic
lied to my seeking, searching eyes.
The...
the strangest obscure light.
Silently awakening
the secret world
of my dark delights.
Yet the tide twinkles,
blinding bright,
on the ancient shore
of my mind tonight.
Mysterious memories swirl
that have haunted me before.
As a dark euphoria sedates my core.
In the center of the soul
exists a vaulted door,
where the ghosts of the heart reside.
To go inside exposes
every secret you ache to confide.
Whoever told me there is no magic
lied to my seeking, searching eyes.
The...
#dark
#ghosts
#magic
129 reads
20 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2024 11:30am
28th Jan 2024 11:30am
Haughty Yet Hopeful Orchids
Towering cotton white orchids.
Splattered with a purple hue,
like fresh pooled blood stains.
If death had occured,
the orchids are oblivious
and unapologetically vain.
Bizarre and exotic.
Petals plush and erotic.
The orchid's eye bores into me and see,
me writhing in the broken chrysalis
of my massacred dreams.
The orchids know that all
is not what it seems......
Even in the most dire of times
the cost of hope is free......
They whisper, emerge...
and tower tall and unique,
like the beauty of...
Splattered with a purple hue,
like fresh pooled blood stains.
If death had occured,
the orchids are oblivious
and unapologetically vain.
Bizarre and exotic.
Petals plush and erotic.
The orchid's eye bores into me and see,
me writhing in the broken chrysalis
of my massacred dreams.
The orchids know that all
is not what it seems......
Even in the most dire of times
the cost of hope is free......
They whisper, emerge...
and tower tall and unique,
like the beauty of...
#strength
#hope
#flowers #despair
#flowers #despair
88 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2024 11:22pm
25th Jan 2024 11:22pm
Sheddings of My Soul
The angel statue fell,
and crashed to hard ground
In refusal to be broken,
her pieces never to be found.
She fell into the sheddings of my soul.
Fragments of the yesterday self's.
I have outgrown.
My new self, I'm just getting to know.
The sun bled fire.
In passion's voids.
The rain wept in trembling joy,
for a door had opened,
for my aching desire.
The emerald trees
whooshed with chords of destiny.
The wind was a lavish breeze.
I gently placed the angel back up on the shelf.
She whispered...
and crashed to hard ground
In refusal to be broken,
her pieces never to be found.
She fell into the sheddings of my soul.
Fragments of the yesterday self's.
I have outgrown.
My new self, I'm just getting to know.
The sun bled fire.
In passion's voids.
The rain wept in trembling joy,
for a door had opened,
for my aching desire.
The emerald trees
whooshed with chords of destiny.
The wind was a lavish breeze.
I gently placed the angel back up on the shelf.
She whispered...
#angels
#passion
#PersonalGrowth
166 reads
20 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jan 2024 12:05pm
24th Jan 2024 12:05pm
Dark Side
Archaic sky.
Curtains of clouds
frame the theatre of night.
For the perpetual debut of
the moon's acute silver light.
That pools on the surface
of the lake's deep abyss.
And somewhere beneath
the deathly silent moon.
A hungered wolf rustles
in winter's ruins.
Admist the famished foliage
and the shriveled dead bloom.
A dark oblivion moves & shifts
in my heart's empty rooms.
We are all moons
in possession of a darker side.
The wolf knows this
as he stares at me
with dark oil...
Curtains of clouds
frame the theatre of night.
For the perpetual debut of
the moon's acute silver light.
That pools on the surface
of the lake's deep abyss.
And somewhere beneath
the deathly silent moon.
A hungered wolf rustles
in winter's ruins.
Admist the famished foliage
and the shriveled dead bloom.
A dark oblivion moves & shifts
in my heart's empty rooms.
We are all moons
in possession of a darker side.
The wolf knows this
as he stares at me
with dark oil...
#dark
#moon
#LifeCycle
100 reads
20 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2024 6:22pm
22nd Jan 2024 6:22pm
The Surface of The Soul
Is the surface of the soul like moon stained craters....
Or aquamarine like magical glaciers....
Is the surface of the soul scarred with battle wounds.....
Or is it a sheet of ice you lie beneath with lips of frozen blue.....
Is it a field that stretches forever with happy wildflowers.....
Or sands of time with secret dunes that devour prescious hours.....
At the surface of the soul, no encounter is by chance.
No matter what the terrain of your inner land.
You must sink or dive below the surface,
to ever really know.....
Or aquamarine like magical glaciers....
Is the surface of the soul scarred with battle wounds.....
Or is it a sheet of ice you lie beneath with lips of frozen blue.....
Is it a field that stretches forever with happy wildflowers.....
Or sands of time with secret dunes that devour prescious hours.....
At the surface of the soul, no encounter is by chance.
No matter what the terrain of your inner land.
You must sink or dive below the surface,
to ever really know.....
#SelfDiscovery
134 reads
21 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2024 2:28pm
21st Jan 2024 2:28pm
Clouds of Desire
Enormous cloud masses
roam a still dark dawn sky.
Clouds will never reveal the why.
Ivory abyss's that are cotton lined.
They are the movement of our dreams.
The storm in my mind, rumbles,
with a thunder of remembrance.
Of every far, vast dream
that life denied my grasp.
I look around the enormous world,
................so very tiny am I.
A miniscule human still believing
in the reincarnation of large dreams.
While the sky flashes with a lightning of desire.
My heart replies with electric beams,
to herds...
roam a still dark dawn sky.
Clouds will never reveal the why.
Ivory abyss's that are cotton lined.
They are the movement of our dreams.
The storm in my mind, rumbles,
with a thunder of remembrance.
Of every far, vast dream
that life denied my grasp.
I look around the enormous world,
................so very tiny am I.
A miniscule human still believing
in the reincarnation of large dreams.
While the sky flashes with a lightning of desire.
My heart replies with electric beams,
to herds...
#sky
#clouds
126 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2024 3:38am
19th Jan 2024 3:38am
Black Lace Moon
Her bronze foggy haunted light
was the splendor of a winter night.
Seen through a black lace of branches.
ornamented with the corpse's of berries.
Stirred my heart with the dark side of merry.
The sky was in a utero of magic
behind it's bedazzled dilated moon.
Fetal snowflakes will be born
in the infant hours, of a dead cold dawn.
Come silent storm,
I already am your willing pawn.
was the splendor of a winter night.
Seen through a black lace of branches.
ornamented with the corpse's of berries.
Stirred my heart with the dark side of merry.
The sky was in a utero of magic
behind it's bedazzled dilated moon.
Fetal snowflakes will be born
in the infant hours, of a dead cold dawn.
Come silent storm,
I already am your willing pawn.
#moon
#snow
110 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2024 12:05pm
18th Jan 2024 12:05pm
Winter's Secrets
" Those who don't believe in magic, will never find it" -
Roald Dahl
A magical glimpse at winter's secrets.
Behold the mysterious footprints
upon the frozen powder's bed.
It's the words we don't say
that amplify the ached silence in my head.
The soft tracks lure imagination
with their ghostly glow.
At the scene earlier, a blood red cardinal
perched in the stark white snow.
Another peaceful moment of heart glow.
Winter's startling secrets grant joy
May the return to reality be forever slow.
Roald Dahl
A magical glimpse at winter's secrets.
Behold the mysterious footprints
upon the frozen powder's bed.
It's the words we don't say
that amplify the ached silence in my head.
The soft tracks lure imagination
with their ghostly glow.
At the scene earlier, a blood red cardinal
perched in the stark white snow.
Another peaceful moment of heart glow.
Winter's startling secrets grant joy
May the return to reality be forever slow.
#secrets
#birds
#snow #magic
#snow #magic
127 reads
20 Comments
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