Searched decades, found him in hell like a pimp with gals on every arm and he spat at me, his fucking soulmate, said to piss off
I'm so cold, where is he? He took away my sun...
Here a dick, there a dick, everywhere a dick dick
He does everything he can to avoid me but now the feeling is mutual
He's just like all the rest... wicked
I don't have anything because I don't have you
It nearly did me in to be honest and it took a lot of careful consideration on whether I wanted to leave my blog open. But this is still goodbye. I quit it all.
He left me high and dry
"Gimme that cold shoulder like “brrr” I make a snow cone with it, sir" - Alexander Ebert
A tiny story of hope / rhyme + updated with photos!!
A poem about spiders, or I don't know, maybe emotional manipulation. My thoughts might be creepy but tis almost Halloween! Cobwebs!
Dear Poe, I need answers...
His absence is too loud, too painful.
Like a ghost he roams my heart, I miss him.
Words fire like bullets
Regrets and sorrow
He loves us, he loves us not
Hope is a dead star
Where do I put the love?
If only I could stop loving you...
Caught between the devil and the poems I keep writing...
A short story / 50 word poem *Possible trigger warning*
eternal blackness, he's gone
People always have the wrong expectations of people they never give a chance to know. And yet we carry that burden.
maybe something inside
Some micropoetry I hadn't intended to share but now I am sharing anyway because, rebel.
His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion
He looked back, I'm in hell...
I wasn't prepared for winter
Dark places, dark thoughts, freestyle ache
Banished from his heart
We are a modern-day Romeo and Juliet; I just hope we get a better ending, they died... (a freestyle flow)
Does he really mean the terrible things he says about me?
HIS LOVE IS PUTRID
A poem about dark hearts
If only fingers were used for healing...
Your love is a supermassive black hole
A sad poem about the greatest love of all never existing
Nothingness am I
I had to drown the thing that was drowning me...
This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.
Love starts with ourself but also with each other. We love with the same intensity that we make war. Let's plant more love.
It's a blues song in my head. 😊 A poem about confliction and taking the right road when you don't know what road to take so you take them all instead, including the wrong ones, regrettably.
Does he know I am his forever valentine?
They care not while I rot.
Another love poem about not having any love.
A micropoem about loneliness and longing.
I am a wasteland
A poem about the devil in hell or about depression. Depression IS hell.
There it was, labeled to me - I, the addresseeTrying on lovers because revenge tasted sweetlyInserting the blade ever so neatly -Ensuring the heart was severed completely Burning through dreams like an oil field in the night Running out of fuel and the zest for a life Looking back but never having any foresight Dancing … Continue reading Karma
How to kill a heart (a poem; not an actual recipe- or is it? 🤔)
We are all carrying such heavy loads. A poem about that.
A micropoem by poet POEETERNAL
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
Love like his should be criminalized...
A poem about love & loss & loving again. Love hurts...
No matter what I do he's on my mind...
His love is like Russian Roulette For all he's had and still not found love yet Under his reign I had many debts The lost and wounded are his favorite pet's Losing you won't give him any regrets He's already forgotten you I bet His love was like Russian Roulette It doesn't matter if they … Continue reading Love Like Russian Roulette
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
PICTURE OF A PICTURE by @poeeternal I have a picture of a picture It was clear I wasn't stricter I have a picture of her picture He'd still be here if I were richer It won't be long & he will ditch her She'll have a picture of his picture Bury her head deep into … Continue reading Picture of a Picture
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' … Continue reading Womanizer
I realize now that it has been a year nearly to the day when I went no contact from you. My heart is still broken. But it's been breaking since the very first time you hurt me. And each time after. And you know the things you did. I'm still trying to process and heal … Continue reading This is raw. One year amongst the remains.
He took a train to the north To tie a loose end And said not to worry She’s a lady friend And so was set forth A river of tears That he would soon Apprehend My freedom is more Important he said Your pain is what I give you instead The poor little lover Was … Continue reading If you remember