These Lessons Again And Again These Lessons

February 4, 2019February 4, 2019 ~ PoeEternal (Delia) ~ Leave a comment

It’s going to keep coming around and around it keeps going
Over and over these lessons harden and are gaining speed and growing
You’d think by now we’d get it, but these lessons keep on flowing

It’s different now but maybe it would have been better never knowing
Nothing will ever hide these wrinkles on my forehead from showing
There might have been a warning when he heard the bird crowing
Damn, you see, it’s just another universal omen
But is he aware that time for me is gradually slowing

These lessons, these lessons keep on coming
These lessons, these lessons keep on coming
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© Delia Ross. 2019

Outcasts

January 30, 2019 ~ PoeEternal (Delia) ~ Leave a comment

The moon and I, clothed in our own light, outcasts from the sun. We share a similar delight, that is of course the night. Alone, yet one.

Call To Battle

January 25, 2019 ~ PoeEternal (Delia)

Street lights are blinding
Friends don’t need reminding
Words are spellbinding
If you try

Why are you hiding
Afraid of me lying
The temperature now rising
That sound is my battle cry

Always denying
Your words I’m not buying
Left us all crying
But I cannot be modified

DETAINED

January 24, 2019January 27, 2019 ~ PoeEternal (Delia)

OLD PHOTO, NEW POEM!

‘DETAINED’ by @poeeternal

He makes me want to sin
But it’d be heaven I contend
The way his words move under my skin
I’d fall for him again and again
I once made my amend
While feeling silence closing in
If only there were more moments to spend
Would he care the places I’ve been?

His silence tortures me
From a bird to a parolee
His energy is beastly
I’d stay in jail, be his detainee
Satisfaction is guaranteed
But there are obstacles to oversee
Invitations with no addressee
His heart is like an Oak tree

Word cloud by PoeEternal

January 2, 2019January 2, 2019 ~ PoeEternal (Delia)

It was already broken when he arrived
Packaged neatly in pieces and assembly advised
He took me on like he’d won the grand prize
We jumped every hurdle despite those red flags
It’s hard to keep up when one’s memory lags
But on with the show there’s more women to snag!
A map can be drawn from the lies he has spun
You can’t tell from his face at all that he’s won
He moves on so fast though I’m still feeling numb