free MP3 of original spoken word poetry
a little blues
These depths you send me to are pressurized (freestyle poetry)
I was rotten until he turned me into something beautiful. He is magic. (Freestyle poetry)
You keep haunting me
I'm still dipping my toes in non-rhyme. 🤓
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An uplifting micropoem
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Nothing to be seen, nothing to be sewn
I see him but can he see himself?
How to love a demon part 12. I'm sorry, that's not fair, I don't think he is a demon at all, and neither does this poem...
Friday afternoon freestyle freeform 🙂 + a few added snaps because it's my birthday weekend!!! 😃
A sweet little love poem that should have probably been kept top secret
Now is really all we have... make it matter now.
Poem about love and devotion, the greatest subject of all. 😚
He sails through my storms with care and ease.
I'm starting to believe them when they say "ignorance is bliss"... knowing things suck! This poem was written in freestyle, I like giving myself the freedom to flow. Age of reason, no doubt!!
a poem about trying to forget
how many lies do you tell yourself when you lie awake in the bed at night? A poem.
Hey dudes, no worries, hitching a ride to Mars soon... I HOPE (a poem about that)
A poem about cancelled friendships
A poem about some dude called Depression
A poem about the effects of smiling.
a narcissist never sleeps
Dark hair brown-eyed boy get to know me There are fields of gratitude to plow The crown of my joy and topic of every story With you anything I'll allow © Delia Ross. 2019
The world sleeps It passes noise for confusion Sleep for delusion Death it still creeps © Delia Ross. 2019
In these pages he's alive In these words we do survive In these moments nothing but time Memories without a hard drive We get by, we drive, we fly No suffering when amongst a friend But these words won't bring him back again No these words won't bring him back again The days on pages … Continue reading Won’t Bring Him Back (Lyrics)
And there upon my epitaph shall say, "died in the womb", for life never existed and the heart was a broken tomb. © Delia Ross. 2019
I travel by poetry- Words are my train; I go many places, inside my own brain. © Delia Ross. 2019
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 … Continue reading Kintsugi for the Soul
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
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.
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
© Delia Ross. 2010
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 … Continue reading Seconds to Love