Submissions by doriann_barrere (Dorian)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poetry, usually blurs melancholy, love with its dark, grim, notions & emotionally explores vivid matters, such as bliss.
DARK POEM
Published
12th Mar 2025 3:25pm
12th Mar 2025 3:25pm
The Man Selling Black Balloons
No one remembers the first time he came.
Or perhaps, they only remember after.
A shape at the edge of the street,
standing where the streetlights flicker.
A man, if man is the word—
his face a wet smear in the fog,
his suit darker than the night itself,
tailored from something too still to be fabric.
In his hands, the strings—
thin, trembling veins
that stretch upward,
vanishing into ink-dark orbs,
swollen, pulsing, breathing.
He does not speak.
He does not call out.
And yet, the children go to him. ...
Or perhaps, they only remember after.
A shape at the edge of the street,
standing where the streetlights flicker.
A man, if man is the word—
his face a wet smear in the fog,
his suit darker than the night itself,
tailored from something too still to be fabric.
In his hands, the strings—
thin, trembling veins
that stretch upward,
vanishing into ink-dark orbs,
swollen, pulsing, breathing.
He does not speak.
He does not call out.
And yet, the children go to him. ...
#devil
#ghosts
#magic
#monsters
#mythology
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ANGER POEM
Published
11th Mar 2025 9:58pm
11th Mar 2025 9:58pm
Surrounded by Nothing, You At Last Find Solitude
The skin peels in ribbons, curling like the pages of unwritten regrets,
unfolding where the fingers once traced warmth on cold glass,
a silent fog of breath lingering, dissolving into absence.
The house is empty now—
or perhaps, it was never full,
only a place where shadows learned to walk without sound,
where voices whisper backwards, syllables twisting like snapped necks.
A clock ticks without hands, bleeding minutes into the floorboards.
A rat scurries through the hollowed-out ribcage of something forgotten,
gnawing on the marrow of lost...
unfolding where the fingers once traced warmth on cold glass,
a silent fog of breath lingering, dissolving into absence.
The house is empty now—
or perhaps, it was never full,
only a place where shadows learned to walk without sound,
where voices whisper backwards, syllables twisting like snapped necks.
A clock ticks without hands, bleeding minutes into the floorboards.
A rat scurries through the hollowed-out ribcage of something forgotten,
gnawing on the marrow of lost...
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#nightmares
#sadness
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2025 9:53pm
8th Mar 2025 9:53pm
What Happened Was Morbid
what happened was morbid ...
Lo, they did unmake his visage, not with blade alone,
but with the cruel mirth of fate’s fell hand.
A rictus, wide as grief, as hollow as the jest
that in dark halls is whispered ‘twixt wretched men.
Was it his own trembling grasp that traced the fault?
Or some wraith of malice, unseen but keen of touch?
The steel sang not as warriors’ swords do sing,
but in hush’d susurrus, a lull’d and mocking dirge.
The lips that spake of mercy found none,
but were rather parted in twain, a wound unsealing ...
Lo, they did unmake his visage, not with blade alone,
but with the cruel mirth of fate’s fell hand.
A rictus, wide as grief, as hollow as the jest
that in dark halls is whispered ‘twixt wretched men.
Was it his own trembling grasp that traced the fault?
Or some wraith of malice, unseen but keen of touch?
The steel sang not as warriors’ swords do sing,
but in hush’d susurrus, a lull’d and mocking dirge.
The lips that spake of mercy found none,
but were rather parted in twain, a wound unsealing ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#despair
#frustration
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2025 2:45am
12th Jan 2025 2:45am
Midnite's Scent
O Marri’onne, ethereal wraith,
whose name drifts soft upon my brine-kissed lips,
you linger yet in the twilight of my being,
an echo folded into the shroud of the waves.
I, Kai of the abyssal depths, born of the sea’s mournful hymn,
sing now to you, my love, my ruin,
to the memory that binds me still,
to the scent of midnight where you once walked the shores.
Beneath the obsidian dome of a moonless sky,
I dwell, a shade tethered to salt-stung tides.
The sea, my cradle, my captor, whispers your name,
a dirge woven in threads of foam...
whose name drifts soft upon my brine-kissed lips,
you linger yet in the twilight of my being,
an echo folded into the shroud of the waves.
I, Kai of the abyssal depths, born of the sea’s mournful hymn,
sing now to you, my love, my ruin,
to the memory that binds me still,
to the scent of midnight where you once walked the shores.
Beneath the obsidian dome of a moonless sky,
I dwell, a shade tethered to salt-stung tides.
The sea, my cradle, my captor, whispers your name,
a dirge woven in threads of foam...
#admiration
#gratitude
#happiness
#kindness
#love
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Nov 2024 1:35pm
20th Nov 2024 1:35pm
Gwynplaine's Sentiment
Amidst the fog-wrapped coasts of France's sullen shore,
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester...
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester...
#denial
#despair
#frustration
#sadness
#shame
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ANGER POEM
Published
17th Oct 2024 11:01pm
17th Oct 2024 11:01pm
Lament of Sister Dearest
Alas! mine heart is wracked with rue, For my fair sister yond I knew. A tender maid, in youth's soft bloom, Hath fled to dwell in yonder tomb.
Oh cruel fates, why thus did snatch The gentle soul I couldst not catch? Her laughter now is but a wraith, Lost to night’s untimely scathe.
O sister sweet, where didst thou stray, When darkness stole thy light away? And bade thee, sore, with tears to drown, To take thy leave, to cast thee down?
Did none but shadows heed thy cry, When thou, alone, didst pine to die? Oh would that I had heard thy call, Ere thou didst from...
Oh cruel fates, why thus did snatch The gentle soul I couldst not catch? Her laughter now is but a wraith, Lost to night’s untimely scathe.
O sister sweet, where didst thou stray, When darkness stole thy light away? And bade thee, sore, with tears to drown, To take thy leave, to cast thee down?
Did none but shadows heed thy cry, When thou, alone, didst pine to die? Oh would that I had heard thy call, Ere thou didst from...
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#heartbroken
#sadness
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2024 8:59pm
13th Oct 2024 8:59pm
BLANCHETTE MEMORIAM
To Christa, fairest muse that graced my sight,
Thy name, a whisper on the evening breeze,
It echoes through the chambers of the night,
And stirs my heart like leaves among the trees.
Thou art the dawn that breaks my deepest gloom,
The star that haunts the melancholy sky,
And in thy gaze, I find my budding bloom,
The deathless fire where my soul doth lie.
O Christa, how thy touch, so soft and rare,
Doth banish all the shadows from my soul;
A feathered kiss upon the midnight air,
A balm to make the broken spirit...
Thy name, a whisper on the evening breeze,
It echoes through the chambers of the night,
And stirs my heart like leaves among the trees.
Thou art the dawn that breaks my deepest gloom,
The star that haunts the melancholy sky,
And in thy gaze, I find my budding bloom,
The deathless fire where my soul doth lie.
O Christa, how thy touch, so soft and rare,
Doth banish all the shadows from my soul;
A feathered kiss upon the midnight air,
A balm to make the broken spirit...
#emotional
#love
#passion
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2024 8:56pm
13th Oct 2024 8:56pm
Symphonia
Oh, radiant soul that gilds the ebon night,
Like Luna’s beams upon a sable sea,
Thy beauty sets my troubled heart alight,
And binds my soul in chains of ecstasy.
Thine eyes, twin stars that pierce the velvet dark,
Do blaze with fire no earthly flame could hold,
They light my path like some celestial spark,
Yet burn with ice that makes my blood run cold.
O, how thy voice, a symphony divine,
Doth echo through the caverns of my mind!
Like seraphs’ hymns or siren’s wailing whine,
To thee I’m drawn, to madness thou consigned.
...
Like Luna’s beams upon a sable sea,
Thy beauty sets my troubled heart alight,
And binds my soul in chains of ecstasy.
Thine eyes, twin stars that pierce the velvet dark,
Do blaze with fire no earthly flame could hold,
They light my path like some celestial spark,
Yet burn with ice that makes my blood run cold.
O, how thy voice, a symphony divine,
Doth echo through the caverns of my mind!
Like seraphs’ hymns or siren’s wailing whine,
To thee I’m drawn, to madness thou consigned.
...
#emotional
#love
#passion
#romantic
#symbolism
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Feb 2024 4:14am
26th Feb 2024 4:14am
Brightness of Dayrise
She look so radiant sad,
Yet so beautiful with the seraphim 'geist,
Mysterious soul-spirit radiating,
My own sorrowed sadness, gleaming her melancholic gaze,
All-be Unial understanding and desperation as passion birthing that seed itself, catching our states in the phantomime of unspoken dyads.
Yet it seems eons and millenia decades of travels, centuries of space and time, dimensional lightyears apart,
Bound to cross our lively paths throughout existince itself, of adoration itself, bliss and wonderous connectivity our Ghosts upon the crossroad.
- the...
Yet so beautiful with the seraphim 'geist,
Mysterious soul-spirit radiating,
My own sorrowed sadness, gleaming her melancholic gaze,
All-be Unial understanding and desperation as passion birthing that seed itself, catching our states in the phantomime of unspoken dyads.
Yet it seems eons and millenia decades of travels, centuries of space and time, dimensional lightyears apart,
Bound to cross our lively paths throughout existince itself, of adoration itself, bliss and wonderous connectivity our Ghosts upon the crossroad.
- the...
#happiness
#love
#inspirational
#admiration
#emotions
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2024 11:33pm
6th Jan 2024 11:33pm
Birth of a Lightening Bree
The shining reed tha grows 'pon a Uterus constraption shows ray of life, Force of the weeping Natures call.
And as for your offspring, a grounds grain, seed of joy, the Earth Mother weeps the blissful tear-shed, blessing the hydro-water of infant nurture.
The solemn sun is your post flower, rooted deep within parenting love of vertigo union crease, the moon and thine fiery sun-ray, the bountiful mothers tear.
Twas happiness and solem gratitude of life, the watery 'shed glimmerii, bright passion 'pon passion itself, compassionate the hours I write, in gratitude...
And as for your offspring, a grounds grain, seed of joy, the Earth Mother weeps the blissful tear-shed, blessing the hydro-water of infant nurture.
The solemn sun is your post flower, rooted deep within parenting love of vertigo union crease, the moon and thine fiery sun-ray, the bountiful mothers tear.
Twas happiness and solem gratitude of life, the watery 'shed glimmerii, bright passion 'pon passion itself, compassionate the hours I write, in gratitude...
#happiness
#kindness
#inspirational
#admiration
#emotions
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Aug 2023 5:51pm
7th Aug 2023 5:51pm
Choreoatheosis
As to, when I felt my root coincide within yours,
the squared singular cosines formed a double vision with the visual miasmic flows, falling mines emotion.
One truth from that double, neurotic form matter, no type O Negative in soldering squares, a-glow shined contempt that I've held.
For the slumber you've dreamed, I have snoozed embraced in warmth of your circuits passion.
Floating nightingale sung the chirp, I sleep blissful lullabies of your breath, moonlight dust under the covers of city lights, so late into the early variable after-insomia.
And if we drink the...
the squared singular cosines formed a double vision with the visual miasmic flows, falling mines emotion.
One truth from that double, neurotic form matter, no type O Negative in soldering squares, a-glow shined contempt that I've held.
For the slumber you've dreamed, I have snoozed embraced in warmth of your circuits passion.
Floating nightingale sung the chirp, I sleep blissful lullabies of your breath, moonlight dust under the covers of city lights, so late into the early variable after-insomia.
And if we drink the...
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#inspirational
#admiration
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2022 3:06am
1st Nov 2022 3:06am
The Autumn of My Springtime
Thine Moss-Blizzard Grassflakes of the Coldest Air, Scented High the Wooded-Bark Snow, is the Spring- Autumn Woodlands, Mountains Passed the Fogged Tree Twilight, Twas a Sky Road I've Traveled, the Mist and the Fog, as the Cloud Stairs to the Ausland Haven Near a Heaven, Flames Under Gargantuan Tree, Guardian Forest, The State of Huddled Fire, You Came, We Spoke, Two Lone Particles of Difference Between Us, Between You and They, A-Strangerd Between I and They, We The Strange, Us the Damned Odds, Reconsoled a Mad Connectivity in The Ember Warmth of the Flames, You've Become the Autumn of My...
#happiness
#love
#hope
#admiration
#emotions
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