Several short rhyming poems with anger as a theme!
Rhyming poetry + cat photos (meet Annie)!
For what it's worth now I don't give a damn
His help came with pretense -rhyming poetry!
We're on towers burning bridges, losing hours and our riches
A modern-day rhyme
I miss coming up for air (a freestyle)
This is how to stop loving you
An anti love poem freestyle rhyme 😄 (and my obsession with Mars)
My love is free. Hers on the other hand...
RHYMING POETRY. Or maybe written confessions.
Heavy prices have been paid
There's a dim dot glowing...
He once called me his angel and queen. Now I'm just a has-been.
The light is going out, the light is gone
Narcissism. Longing. Unrequited love.
I needed to vent via rhyme (themes of depression & suicide / possible trigger warning)
An anti-love poem in under 20 words
The cold comfort of nothingness
I identify as dead
I am not for sale
FREESTYLE 2 AM FUCK OFF RHYME
I see right through you and see nothing more than a tool. Congrats, you could have been so much more but you're just like any other dick with a 4.0
One day maybe he'll learn to care for the girls who come around, instead of raping their hearts. Vikings protect, he forgot his role.
I told you I'm nobody
One shot, one kill. Target practice. Unlimited ammo. Army strong. Wanna dance? Last chance...
An angel with no mercy, sin I will cut
He may have a 4.0 GPA but he's stupid and a monster
He keeps chasing his tail, he has no self-worth
He'll have it all, just not me...
Fun fact: I have been referred to as "a cub" cuz I never look my age (forever young). The poem suggests I never act my age either and I would concur...
I'll take the middle of try; that's where you are.
I love being just a number to the artist who inspire me....
Caught between the devil and the poems I keep writing...
I thought I was just a gatherer but I suppose I am a huntress as well.
His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion
Oh my fucking goddddd, another day, of my two favorite things
He wears the crown of suffering. Another freestyle.
We haven't learned a thing...
HIS LOVE IS PUTRID
Past relationships do not define me. Old versions of me died. Zero luggage. So much time wasted trying to find love.
Where do I put the love?
It's better to love him from afar.
You'll never get close to me.
I cheat on the day with the night. The Sun is chasing the Moon and the Moon is seeking the Sun but the two never meet.
Awake to reason
I am a wasteland
A poem about how hard goodbyes are.
We are all carrying such heavy loads. A poem about that.
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
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
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 … Continue reading A Chapter Yet Filled
I have but apathy to loan Where once a heart of gold Now all but shades of stone The clouds a frown The dirt my home I am but a shadow more The frost withered on the grass A sound upon shattered glass A wall without a door © Delia Ross. 2018 Find me on: … Continue reading Apathy