TikTok traffic (one week of)
My Original Spoken Word /Poetry Reel has gone viral with over 1K plays in under 24 hours! 😍
My poetry reel is going viral! 1K views in under 24 hours!
What We Know
Here's what we know.
About Me
I've updated my 'About Me' with history, links, and a new photo gallery.
Patreon Access
Please check out my writing campaign on Patreon!!! 😍
No Filter Monday (go with me here)
No filter Monday!! Ahem. Selfies in isolation. Open for a scare.
I’m on Patreon!
I'm now on Patreon!
Love & Thanks
Love and thanks
My Survivor CBS Casting Call/Auditions
I am auditioning for SURVIVOR CBS again (4th attempt)
Hello 28K!
Oh hi there! 28K woah! Thanks!
Happy Friday
Thankies + snappies
20K!!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 20K!! I LOVE YOU!!
Thoughts n’ Thangs
Thoughts. Ideas. Micropoetry. Micro-thinking. Is that a thing?
Last Rites
A poem about love & loss & loving again. Love hurts...
Some have inquired about where you can get my coffee table book, Eternally Yours: Poetry for People. You can order the softbound edition from Amazon Prime & other outlets (see below). If you are looking for the hardcover though, it will have to be ordered direct from my publisher. If you would like a chance…
My Son Part 3: Half of Her Life
The third and final part of my epic tragedy.
These Lessons Again And Again These Lessons
These lessons, these lessons, these lessons
My Son Part 2: The Note Beneath His Pillow
WARNING: The following story contains explicit gore, imagery, & death. It is intended for an older audience. Though it is not age restricted, caution should be taken when reading, as it may cause triggers in some due to the sensitive context and subject matter. Proceed with caution.
I’ll Meet You Anywhere
A song I wrote about coming together any weather
Night Riding (Lyrics)
I wrote a song. Night Riding Lyrics
Things of Note by PoeEternal
Bits of pieces here & there. Thoughts. Ideas. Microwords. I feel like watching you smile is one of the most beautiful things I can witness in life. If you can't have it, dream about it. Fantasize. Talk to yourself. Loneliness is a state, not a being. Be one with it. Love. Even when you can't.…
Rendezvous Avenue
If I were to take the blue Would it trouble you Can we meet Under the full moon Share secrets No other knew - Our complaints & grievance And pledge our allegiance Just between the two The air filled with sweetness From kissing all afternoon Utter discreteness At rendezvous avenue I gotta tent that sleeps…
War
Take heed my warning For death is coming The skies are painted red Mud instead is raining And burying the dead No amount of training Prepared for the bloodshed © Delia Ross. 2019
Kintsugi for the Soul
There's always been something about you, that when I look at you, my soul just glitters; Gold energy that seals my wounds and puts me on display, at shops in LA Kintsugi for the soul A broken soul with golden tear trails It must look like a lightning bug on a warm Summer's day Every…
Outcasts
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. © Delia Ross. 2019
Black Star
To dream a life of pleasure, Reside a world of hell. Demands partial reason, Denies existence well. A star so dimly lit, Still reached the darkest soul. And in her heart he bit, Consumed it, left a hole. © Delia Ross. 2010
RESIDUE
The shore rises And as our dreams do Hopes are washed away inside us Awards instead of gifts as prizes Pills wrapped in silk disguises With this wave a bit of residue Likely he'll never get your point of view I'm sorry if I ever troubled you Give love a chance the universe advices We…
Laughter is Currency
Laughter is currency for the soul It's way more precious than silver or gold It can be packaged nicely & gifted or sold It never cheapens or ages or folds © Delia Ross. 2019
You Are The Reason
You are the light at the end of a tunnel The Sun after a storm You are the reason I dream in color The reason my smile takes form © Delia Ross. 2019
Breaks Like Sadness
She breaks like sadness dancing over the womb She aches as night washes over the Moon If you shine your light she will run too soon Overstay your welcome and she'll be gone by noon © Delia Ross. 2019
My Son Part 1: The Promise
WARNING: The following story contains explicit gore, imagery, & death. It is intended for an older audience. Though it is not age restricted, caution should be taken when reading, as it may cause triggers in some due to the sensitive context and subject matter. Proceed with caution.
Through To You
Is there a special niche needed to get through to you? How much time should one have to pursue? You threw down the gauntlets and then you withdrew You said you'd be back but it's clear that we're through I could wait long hours and it's something you knew Feeling something real has been long…
Gratitude
I am so grateful for all the traffic that my website has been receiving. It is a great honor to be able to share my words with you and that you keep coming back to read more. As such, and as a thank you, I will be releasing my epic poem in three parts, which…
Purgatory
© Delia Ross. 2010
Severed Connections
Always alone, what else do we know? We have grown accustomed to loom Universally we stand connected By lines to each other's doom How erroneous to accept The progress of dreaming, The TV is on, my computer is streaming All the world is aglow... © Delia Ross. 2010
A Chapter Yet Filled
Who here desire that love be all one needs? Surely, I say not for me. Though love proves a clever disguise, Love does not make one wise. It preys upon the weak The mere beauty only, For purity it speaks. And I a blossom yet to bloom, This cold entraps and seals my wounds. I…
Seconds to Love
He is not the bird in a cage He is not the burn, or the flame He is not the bird falling from the sky He has not the look of abandonment in his eye He is not doubt, he is not the plague He is not boredom nor is he rage There is a…
Traces of places by PoeEternal
Sometimes come around now & then It's hard to forget all the places that I've been I'd rather face the crowd than live a life of pretends Living an honest life are the roads few transcends And we both know those aren't the type of parties he attends There's plenty evil in the world for…
Womanizer
His words will always belie his truth Underneath the charm a body uncouth Notice how he's always feeding on the youth? Always with his nose sniffing like a sleuth If you knew his heart you'd find he has no ruth © Delia Ross. 2018 Find me on Facebook at PoetryforPeople I'm on Insta too! Keepin'…
Bloodletting
Why we stress on the ones who will never take us notice Adjusting our sights, but never finding focus A socialogical wasteland where most are adulterous Demoralizing women & society knows this You think because you're clean it doesn't make you an accomplice Watching others bleed while you eat is atrocious #metoo © Delia Ross.…
Love ISN’T Real
Love ISN'T Real
Love hath abandoned all
Ahh but who doth not judge the outer appurtenance which is full of flaw? I too shall like to see beyond the hollow scar. Frail and meek, I seek to find comfort in man which bringeth me none not. Love hath abandoned all but my shadow. Until I am merely dust in the wind. I…
The Human Mission to Mars. I’ll be going live in two hours. Be sure to tune in!
Sunken Treasure by Delia Ross
There is no hope that lies here It seems the desert beams with blood Tears instead of rain do flood Only the dark leers (c) Delia Ross. 2013. All Rights Reserved.
The love he had And love he lost And love he’ll never have Set forth the words he scribed himself Upon his epitaph Pardon the intrusion It’s a simple game of illusion You love; you die (c) John Fair and Delia Ross 2010, All Rights Reserved
The Tale and Trauma of Satine (Part 1)
Satine was born in the dark ages, a very long time ago in the township of “Blackwood” whereto her mother had lived and died. Unbeknownst of her parents, her mother died during childbirth of Satine. Her mother had been bitten by a vampire while Satine was still in the wound. Satine never knew of her…
It felt like you spit me into the deep end of space, where I couldn't feel your sun... (c) Delia Ross 2013, All Rights Reserved
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