I dissociateAnd think about dyingWithout any control,S’pose there’s no use in denyingTheres a hole in my soul.I say I’m happy, but I’m lying(And …
Uneaten plate.
Unwelcomed guest.
It’s a peculiar loneliness,Spreading likeAn unwelcomed guest.And I ride my bike,As I try to digestHow is it possible, that he loved me lessThan I …
Unwelcomed guest.
The Poet (a poem)
Do you enjoy conjugating verbs?
Or, are you mixing up allegories, just like you’re mixing herbs?
Do you stir them in a pot with tender tendons and neurotic nerves?
Are they fossilized in lies, to see how love preserves?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Another freestyle. Maybe one of my top ten best written micropoems? 🤔
I wrote this about my muse (but I’m not allowed to have any secrets anymore).
Hit the like button if you enjoy my content!
It’s the easiest way to reward me! 👍
If you enjoy my content, you can help support this blog and get exclusive content in return by subscribing to my Patreon and OnlyFans! I also have a donation/tip tier! Thank you for your support! 🥰
Reign on TikTok! (A soft reading of Reign on TikTok) ☺ *new spoken word*
Right. Well, I did do a TikTok and it’s already getting some hate!
But it’s also getting some plays and it’s only been out a few hours and it’s already my third most watched TikTok video!
Gotta take the good with the bad!
The TIKTOK: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeNjMCDf/
30 seconds to judge someone’s entire body of work. 👎👎
HaHa Ha ho ho ho
Delivery
I delivered my heart to you
On sunbeams traveling under moonlight
Perched like stars in the night
My soul broody from day
I called to you in raging storms and hurricanes
I left clawmarks all along your names
Softly with the flutter of a firefly
Flickering in your dreams
I came like a herd and with thunder
Tiny feet to pull you under
I crawled through windswept deserts
Sleeping under doom
I risked all to bring holiness to you
Like a lone desert flower filled with hope
And all the comfort you can evoke
I came with tidal waves
Gushing from love
A tsunami rushing for your word
The way heaven is mimicked with your verb
And galaxies crumbling under your voice
As if we had any choice
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Really sorry about the previous post deletion. Twice I’ve inadvertently published something simply by opening up the WP app. Had a proper meltdown too.
Anyhoo, this was freshly written before the meltdown. Freestyle ‘after midnight’ poetry.
My LinkTree will take you places: https://linktr.ee/poeeternal
One Day
There might come a time, on some lonely and cold evening
When you feel your life had no meaning
You were never nothing in her mind
I hope one day you can remember
After all the chills colder than December
You were the field she could unwind
When on shoulders death you take to leaning
And so to life desperately clinging
You were the reason her wing refined
So if you fall to death not believing
Until an angel comes intervening
She’ll be the hand you fall behind
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Death and dying brings out so many emotions. When facing mortality, those big questions on the purpose of life come about, and often the non-religious will find comfort in religion. A lot of atheist will find God in the end and this actually happened to one of my favorite bands, Peter Steele, who found God in his end. You can watch videos of him talking about it on YouTube and read about it in articles. I still have a hard time listening to Type O Negative since Peter Steele died and they’ve been one of my favorite bands since I was 16. He was only 48 when he died. I’m 42. Welp. This is my last decade. I will not make it to 50. At this point surviving 2020 will be a fucking miracle.
I still don’t know if I said what I was trying to say because I was busy crying and blowing my nose.
I was trying to say that you saved my life and gave it meaning, when all the world had shunned me away on my darkest days.
I was trying to say something like, ‘you were there for me in my end, so I’ll be there for you in yours’ (whether by faded memory, poetry, or physical form).
When you think that your life doesn’t matter, remember that you made mine matter. You gave me sight and purpose. You opened my soul. You saved one of God’s precious angels.
I can’t write like the greats but we are definitely a modern day Romeo and Juliet. 😭😭😭
Wait… Except, nothing you write is for me so just forget everything I just said… brain injury > fantasy head
You make me write the most ridiculous, mushy poetry though. It’s all relative (see what I just did). You matter.
I forever heart you.
If this is your first time coming to my blog, I’m pretty certain I have better pictures and videos of me than of me crying. But whatev.
My writing career is going to go one of two ways, either I’m going to keep doing it or I’m going to pack it all in. If you’d like to support me, you know where and how. I’m still past due on bills and need to eat but whatever.
Laughing stock of zee world…
A Tide’s Breath Apart
…it’s a day of hauntings and heartbreak and loss, and maybe just missing things that you never had (but were close enough to hold on and never let go)… …the theme of the poems I’ve been reading on people’s blogs seem to reflect this ‘strange day’ mood…
A Tide’s Breath Apart
*THIS IS A RE-BLOG. PLEASE CLICK THE LINK ABOVE TO VISIT THE ORIGINAL BLOG POST. GET READY TO CRY.*
Original Poetry Reels! *Update* It’s going viral!!
Original Poetry Reels
Original Poetry Reels!
Woot! Update! My new poetry reel is going viral because I got my first ever notification that my reel has had 500 plays!! It hasn’t even been out 24 hours yet y’all!!! 😍😍😍😍😍
It’s already had more plays than all my previous reels!!! ENCOURAGING. CHECKMARMATE PLEASE! 😍
*happy dance, pees self*
Apparently Instagram thinks it’s worth notifying me that my reel has had 500 plays already! 😍
Again, on hour 14 or something currently! 😍
It feels pretty damn good to write a poem and go viral all in the same fucking day okay.
Yeeee thank youuuuu 😍
Full link to my reel: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CGgDxW9FJmv/?igshid=1cczgh0xusw2z
The Last Flower
I am an open grave / Or a wound for you to play
Surrounded by howling winds
Heavy rains as regret
Your dreams as my silhouette
Your sins as my sins
Been resting with the lights on
Not getting any sleep though
Living in a hostile zone
Better approach me slow
Your hand may be cold but you woke me from the dead
Your whisper I can’t hear but your words live in my head
Push them away I do
Then seal the door shut with a nail or two
Not made for you
Still they accrue
The no’s, the warnings, it isn’t new
I’m turning blue
The balance is off
The pendulum tipped
We’re slaves to the 1 percent
The only redemption it all will burn
The good, the evil, all is done
Prayer won’t stop things to come
I’m always writing and it’s rather frightening
Lost every single thing we had
From a fire that seem to spread
No point in blaming whose more dead
How can you say those things to me in private
While ignoring me in the public eye
I don’t like it
Your trust is a lie
They don’t understand the sanctity of marriage
How the other person’s soul is a carriage
They only want to cage any heart they manage
They have no remorse for the things that they damage
Finding someone worth loving is a needle in a haystack
Checkmate
Waiting for you to make your move
Wondering how your next play will improve
Did your mistake stick you like glue
Into another’s arm’s you flew
Do you know that you can fuck yourself too?
I’m never visiting your blog again and I donated your book to the bin
She misses you while the other is warm
I no longer care who is on your arm
The fundamental constants you only bring harm
You seem like a prince but it’s only fake charm
The ways of the world ain’t right
The 1% built a world of greed and fright
The poor chained with no voice to fight
You stepped into my event horizon
I swallowed you like lava risin’
Got sick of all the compromising
Signals fired with no replying
Your tongue is black and good for lying
As you watch your view count slowly drop
Unless Instagram brings you more fame than you thought?
But I am gone with nothing bought
I came with nothing and left with naught
There’s nothing on the TV
I ever want to watch
I’m feeling fairly empty –
And I drank all of his scotch
Others think I’m winning
I’m crying ’round the clock
Enemies always leeching
Thieving in a flock
Look at all the cum stains
The mind games
You say I don’t care enough
I call your bluff
Pushing and pulling
Your hand is rough
I don’t like it tough
I start out right but slowly drift to wrong
I know how to forgive but it never lasts me long
You’re the sole proprietor of fucking up my life
You should have aborted me with a knife
Instead you cause me decades of strife
I’m thinking of ending my life tonight
She’s a hypocrite
To be two-faced you won’t need a permit
The road is lined with her endless bullshit
I’m over it!
The more I come together, the more I fall apart
If only we practiced the art of love instead of war
If only I were the girl you were searching for
Wake me from the dead
Meet me under ethereal sky
In the twilight
Because you’re the starlight
Our love is indivisible
The dreams I’m living for
I find you beautiful
Your opals I adore
Bury me deeply where you bleed
Plant me near your sacred seed
Leave, but know you’re all I need
Follow holy signs or let me lead
Do you collect my broken parts?
Are they keepsakes in your heart?
I hope my enemies stay off of my grave!
We always regret we don’t have more time
If only I had…
We could’ve…
I should of…
But we don’t.
Or we won’t.
No matter how sad.
There’s a halo around the moon
A sign you’ll see me soon
Mountains have limits
They come in sharp peaks
Piling up my guts to flee it
You won’t find me here in weeks
The last flower in me died
I sat for hours and I cried
Watched the sun burn gold
With eyes that only spied
The last flower in me tried
It spread its petal far and wide
But the sun disappeared and I’m old
It’s simply time for me to hide
© Delia Ross. 2020
Now posting videos of me practicing my guitar and singing on Instagram. A first. I never play or sing in front of anyone. Sacred parts of me. I’m also awful. That may account. 🎃
I’m also on LinkTree so you can find me on the web easier. (It’s been made known to me that people are stealing or using my ideas without so much as even giving me a courtesy of a like or my blog a follow. That is intellectual theft and plagiarism. I don’t mind being a muse for you but the least you could do is follow my blog or like the post that inspired you. I have copyright laws posted here for a reason and WordPress is a publishing site so everything I publish here is backed by copyright law. If you are using me as a muse, would you at least consider joining my Patreon for $1 or joining the donation tier? When I tell you that I’m at risk of becoming homeless again and that I can’t afford to eat, I’m not lying to you. I can’t even afford to buy alcohol or weed to numb the fucking pain of existence and I’m depressed and suicidal. 👍👍
These Hard Times
You’re free to go
Where the wind will blow
Disassemble and row
Nobody gotta tell yah so
So go on and show
What your feet can stow
Hello, good evening Tormentor
May I call you Mister?
Mister Tormentor?
Word hipster
Hard hitter
Love quitter
Still with her?
I go from tuning
To finely pruning
They say I’m ruin
I got sin brewin’
His voice is a soothing surf
Not a curse
I need him and it’s getting worse
For what it’s worth
Our lives aren’t permanent
I was born and in effect, I’m not perfect
Still mistakes you’ll erect
On display my regret
1, 2, 3, now it’s set
I’ll admit, I changed my bet
But you are dead and now I’m next
He was gone
But his eyes kept looking back
And now love was a balancing act
Her heart atrophied
From the love it lacked
It is so obvious to me concepts
But then I am gullible and miss steps
She cried so much
He made a levee
But it just keeps flooding
Her tears are heavy
There is more bad than there is good
It gets to me more than it should
Constantly pretending it doesn’t hurt at all
Restart. Repurpose. Throw it up against a wall
Reorganize disaster before they see the fall
Rejection. Redirection. He will not take a call
Taste the sin, twice the infection
Long-distance waiting, I cannot face inspection
Hours non-debating and time shows no affection
A trip to my own mind, a nightmare his direction
Everyday, I’m waking up triggered
Just today, frustration got bigger
He must exist in some galaxy far from reach;
Like my company he won’t seek
I’m stone but you cut through me like water; making me soft yet harder.
There’s a positive and a negative in everything I’ve learned; even the outcome…
I peer into my dream as if you’re there –
A hundred million reasons why I care
His words a sword cutting through stone; I guess I’d rather be alone.
Read the lines in between, I do get what you mean and, I’m not searching for a thing…
Transforming into high seas
Don’t wanna be on my knees
Or marching in an army
My dreams of him live in endless meadows
Where fears have been foreclosed
Never near the brink of extinction
Our love can never decompose
And now he’s building a nest
Right where her heart beats best
Both try to speak though tongue was held
They try to walk but they both failed
Sinners have acute senses sinning
One day she looked down at her hands and didn’t recognize them anymore.
Wounds she carries of others crosses.
Her hearts too heavy from all these losses.
Wrap me in your worlds; only want your words.
You’re always passing by
Why don’t you come inside
And stay awhile by my side
Secrets aren’t for telling
Even when we’re yelling
Secrets aren’t for selling
Even where you’re dwelling
I don’t know if he’s iron or sorcery / He’s got a hold on me
They come, they go
I’m high, then low
The trouble with worry is that I worry there’s trouble.
He yells “retreat, I am the dark”
But, he is the way for light to embark
It takes both to fuel the heart
And when it comes to love they hit the mark
“…You have to cut the cord”
“No, I can’t live without you…”
“Babe, you can’t stop existing just because I do” (love is keepsake, love is forever)
I gave you my best angles
My mess and my tangles
She said, “you finally showed up. Took the damn end of the world, too…”
© Delia Ross. 2020
If you appreciate this blog, please consider showing your support through a small monthly membership on Patreon: www.patreon.com/poeeternal
If you prefer, you can also make a one-time donation here.
I’m now on Twitch! I’m going live again soon! Thanks for following me there! Hit my channel at: www.twitch.tv/poeeternal
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: www.twitter.com/poeeternal
Bleeding Ink
Break the chain, break the link, don’t wanna be in sync
The way your eyes and my eyes leak
The way we talk but never speak
The days prowl on and we are weak
But life is cruel and so are we
And I guess we are both guilty
But neither life is a life free
And that is why we’re bleeding ink
© Delia Ross. 2020
If you appreciated this post, please consider showing your support through a small monthly membership on Patreon.
If you prefer, you can also make a one-time donation here. Thank you.
I’m now on Twitch! I’m going live again soon! Thanks for following me there! Hit my channel at: www.twitch.tv/poeeternal
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: www.twitter.com/poeeternal
The Saturday Symphony #12 (Birthday edition) *Re-Blog*
Hi guys. It’s my birthday today. And also the 12th edition of The Saturday Symphony. How auspicious is that? Here’s a little senryu to kick us off; With Age I Welcome Wisdom This week’s three featured posts The games of sorcerers by Olga – If you’re a Tolkien geek like me, you won’t find a […]
The Saturday Symphony #12 (Birthday edition)
A very happy birthday to Jude! And thanks for featuring my work over on the Saturday Symphony! (Please visit the original blog post by clicking on the blog post shared). 👍
Heaven’s Gate ~ Spoken Word Poetry *Reblog*
New original spoken word recorded in my home studio. Free MP3 download.
Heaven’s Gate ~ Spoken Word Poetry
Written, recorded, and mixed in my home studio! New spoken word!! Free MP3 download or listen here (good speakers recommended)! Don’t forget to like or comment for positive support! 😄
Heaven’s Gate ~ Spoken Word Poetry
Heaven’s Gate is where Earth meets the sky
I’ll get there if I try
Forever searching for a hello or goodbye
Only finding time to cry
These mountains I stumble and crawl
Every day for you I fall
Gathering mistakes for monuments standing tall
You’re my favorite of them all
If you enjoy my blog, please consider showing your support through a small monthly membership on Patreon.
If you prefer, you can also make a one-time donation here. Thank you.
I’m now on Twitch! I’m going live again soon! Hit my channel at: www.twitch.tv/poeeternal
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: www.twitter.com/poeeternal
Playing The Angel (digiart)
Come on raise your head
Now wake the dead
Don’t forget to show this post some love if you enjoyed it, that way I know. Hit the like button or drop me a comment! 😄
The only thing missing was some fake blood and my custom fitted vampire fangs… 👍
P.S. I’ve been painting my lips red since I was 13. I never outline my lips. Tomboyish mostly and prefer a natural, blushy tone. I also don’t want botox or lip enhancers to kill my lines. I’ve died a million times. It’s written in these rhymes.
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal #poeeternal
If you appreciated this post, please consider showing your support through a small monthly membership on Patreon. If you prefer, you can also make a one-time donation here. Thank you.
I’m now on Twitch! I’m going live again soon! Hit my channel at: www.twitch.tv/poeeternal
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: www.twitter.com/poeeternal
Tongue is Sea
From the dark comes the light
From the words you write
Light is energy
Like your love for me
Your spoken word is the air I breathe
Your tongue is sea
© Delia Ross. 2020
If you appreciated this post, please consider showing your support through a small monthly membership on Patreon. If you prefer, you can also make a one-time donation here. Thank you.
I’m now on Twitch! I’m going live again soon! Hit my channel at: www.twitch.tv/poeeternal
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: www.twitter.com/poeeternal
Part of You, Best of Me
I lay my head down on silence like a pillow
Stiff
The dreams are stagnant
His lies are foul
My hope sluggish
I cling to love like a parasite
And without sight
Envy is black moss
Ivy-thick doubt
Twines twisting around his silhouette
I watch clouds form from longing
Rolling thunderous covetous hands
Prying into my desires like butter
The wind is brewing strong regret
Quick strikes of lightning when world’s collide
If only nightmares were soft satin slippers
One could wear proudly his crown
It’s lost underground with the thicket
I have two shadows
And not one to trust
I yield to confusion
I give him skeleton keys to my home
A disorderly garden wrought with weed
Tall are worries
Watch him stall
Even the moon grows anxious and full
If I turn quickly I might spot a ghost
Rummaging through heartache
With fingers dripping from ink and mud
Tormented by what is
And chained to never was
Or maybe that’s just my reflection
If per chance you stood near
My gravity would rip you to shreds
Our halos are dancing instead
I’ll take part of you
The very best piece of you
You have the best of me too
❤
© Delia Ross. 2020
Hi y’all, hope you enjoyed this freestyle. I couldn’t sleep. I should be an expert on longing by now… where’s my fucking degree?
Twitching
Hi. How are you? Keeping safe? I’ve been trying to enjoy my summer by going on bike rides with my dog but it’s been raining like crazy around here. He loves to go on rides and I love taking him. He turned nine years old last week.
I haven’t been blogging as much, there’s little inspiration coming in. Just feeling absolutely drained and needing a break from the blogging sphere. I’ve honestly needed a break from everything in life. I miss travel, food, gigs, friends. This quarantine sucks and isolation has actually been harder for my depression. On the upside, Twitching has been fun.
Now that I’ve got on Twitch, I’ve been live streaming more. The app is so intricate, there is so much I’m still trying to learn. I’ve been working towards the affiliate goals, please give me a follow on my channel and help me reach 50 followers (7/50 currently)! 🙏❤🙏 I’m super shy, but pushing through boundaries. I play other games and I’ll get around to showing those off soon. I’m going to live stream other stuff than just games but I’m still learning the ropes on the platform.
I just want to open up and start sharing more of my life with you. So give me a follow over there if any of this interest you. If you have an Amazon Prime account you can connect your Twitch account and then you can actually subscribe to me (but I have to reach 50 followers before I can have subscribers).
Thank you to everyone who’s been checking out my channel!! It’s honestly helping me not be so stir-crazy!! Sending you lots of love!!
Catch me on my next live stream, coming soon! 🤗
Noose
You tied the noose then left me hanging
You pledged for days then changed your aiming
You point your finger loudly blaming
You have no proof for what you’re claiming
Your youth is gone, you’re well past ageing
Your actions don’t match words you’re painting
And every step you’re proudly feigning
I don’t believe a word you’re saying
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
To be honest, I think rhyming gets me off. I get euphoric after I’ve pieced together a decent story. Sure, writing is hard. Rhyming is harder. But you wouldn’t see it that way if you saw me in a dizzy spell writing, sometimes pieces come together so quickly. Or the fact that I live and breathe rhyme 24/7. I think I might have an addiction, albeit, is it a healthy one? I literally write anywhere, and while doing everything. Sometimes I force myself to stop writing and other times I think I’ll never be able to write anything ever again. But alas, I’m still rhyming *sigh* and have been since the age of 12. I fell in love with poetry in the 3rd grade though, when I read an Emily Dickinson poem (I talk a bit about that in my thank you video on my Patreon for my patrons who join, so the video is still there if you are my patron and overlooked watching it. It’s been there since the beginning of my campaign). Anyhoo, sometimes I think I don’t have a drop of rhyme left in me. And then it is flowing out. In heaps. Like lava. And often with tears. My rhyme contains my soul. I lived in a very abusive environment as a child and writing became my escape. Writing was my coping mechanism. And still is of today.
My attempt at “But is it art” below… (but is it art was a saying me and my best friend used to say all the time when we’d fuck shit up. Like once, we redid a chair by putting our handprints in paint all over it graffiti style and writing “but is it art!?!). She died by suicide and I’ve never been the same. But all my attempts at art end with, BUT IS IT ART!?!
If you dig my blog, please consider showing your support through a small monthly donation on Patreon. If you prefer, you can also make a one-time donation here. Thank you.
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: https://www.twitter.com/poeeternal
The Saturday Symphony #1 (weekly feature) *Reblog*
Hi guys. If you’re reading this, I’m happy you’re well enough to do so. I know these times are tough. The Saturday Symphony, is a brand new weekly feature by yours truly. But before we get into what it’s about, here’s some poetry for the soul, Apathy Up, on a lonely cloud Watching what goes […]
The Saturday Symphony #1 (weekly feature)
You Are The Hour
Have you seen how the crust on magma will form after your words have cooled?
If you are darkness, let me be your shadow that follows, forming over your shapes and words, the way dark clouds glow in the moonlight
The way a streetlight will cast hope in an off hour when all the world is at a loss
Let me be the faint coincidence reflecting taller and courageous on a sunny day
Let me be the dark umbrage of the wind-tattered and torn tree in the grim of a stormy night (the way your words sometimes puts me at fright)
Can I be the silhouette moving from your lips, smooth and delicate?
If you are the hour, I am the minute (and I mean it)
I walk the very trails you build with words, following them like starlight and making wishes, when I see one falling down on me
I feel every word you write like gravity.
If only shadows could be carried, I’d lift yours up to not feel so heavy
The shadows heaven casts are your words
Reality overlaps when lines are blurred
Every moment that’s now is gone –
But in my heart forever your words live on
© Delia Ross. 2020
If you dig my writing, please support me on Patreon!!: https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: https://www.twitter.com/poeeternal
Free MP3 of Original Spoken Word Poetry
oh hi my loves. i’ve just dropped some free spoken word on my Patreon campaign, as a thank you for supporting my campaign / & my blog. i hope you will enjoy it. ❤
Words Are Arrows Spoken Word MP3 (free) can be found at this link: https://www.patreon.com/posts/38682079
© Delia Ross. 2020
You can support my writing by subscribing to my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: https://www.twitter.com/poeeternal
Vicissitudes
He speaks not to me
Yet every word a spell
I succumb to his sorcery
Where I seem to dwell
Sometimes they’re dark and stormy
His words become a gale
The vicissitudes of his cruelty
He tortures me in hell
But mostly they are loving
It’s how my heart has fell
Forever his devotee
There’s not much more to tell
© Delia Ross. 2020
If you dig my writing, please support my blog by subscribing to my Patreon here (thanks my beloved Patrons for keeping this blog going 😍): https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: https://www.twitter.com/poeeternal
Parlance
If I placed within your palm the center of my heart
Would you set it on a wooden pyre
Wrapped in silk and laced with fire
Soot and ashes for your quill of black art?
Would you rather have a table
Burning candles like starlight
Where you’d hold me like I’m life
Would my love you’d gently cradle?
In the parlance of our language
Like lovers at defeat
When I’m begging at your feet
Are these poems here to anguish?
In your heart do I expand
Like galaxies slowly forming
Or am I just another warning
Like the dead who died because they’re damned?
© Delia Ross. 2020
If you dig my writing, you can support my work by subscribing to my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: https://www.twitter.com/poeeternal
Share Your Books/Projects Here / Promote Yourself
Hi. I’m on a tiny posting break because I’ve been posting poetry nearly on the daily for the better part of 2 years now. And now I have a Patreon where I write as well. So, before I burn out, I’m chilling out. I also share poetry on my Instagram that I don’t share here and despite being on a break I’m still writing poetry.
With that said, there are some great writers on WordPress. And I really would like to get to know you better and your work. So drop links to your books and projects here, and I will slowly start to buy some (I’ve already bought one bloggers book and joined another bloggers Patreon campaign). My finances have been a wee tight because I pay all my own bills but life is not worth living without entertainment and I’m not alive just to pay bills. So drop your stuffs! And if you know that I’ve already bought your book, drop your link anyway because someone else might want it.
If you don’t have a book or a project to promote, then drop the link to your website or your blog so I can give you a visit.
By-the-way, I’m grateful for your support on my blog. Your comments, your likes, your follows, your visits. It’s all appreciated. Big thanks. I hope you are well and keeping safe. I’ll be back to reading your blogs soon.
xoxo @POEETERNAL
If you dig my writing, you can support my advertisement free blog by subscribing to my Patreon here (please & thank you): https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: https://www.twitter.com/poeeternal
Photons
Has reason ever opened its wings for you
On cool spring mornings
Like seeing the world for the first time in color
The way your blue drapes over the skies
Have you ever seen your slight smile shining like a crescent moon
The way it hangs over my heart like you do
With hands strong as timber
Planting your roots in my veins
I found you so feebly
Why did you disappear so deep into darkness
What if my hand never touches your skin
That’s how oceans form in deserts
The way you planted life in me
From a single drop of your pen
Or the first time I heard you speak
Water rolling in covering my sumits
I need you
You are the air I breathe
Every thought, every molecule
I crush through your secrets like photons do
You should identify as a galaxy
Can you see your reflection in my eyes
There, the big bang
I’m still forming from your words
You could be 93 million miles from me and you’d still only take a light-second to reach me
You can run but you can’t hide from existence
You must find my vibrations through space-time
Echoing and longing for your thunder
Lightning is when you see me
Your voice causes my soul to have earthquakes
The way you make me shake
You are the dark and the light
I want all of you
Like a raging fire ravishing a forest
Cracking open seeds
So life can begin
I start and end with you
You are my forever
© Delia Ross. 2020
Welp, I still love you. I was soul-sleeping til you found me. I haven’t slept since. Obsession or love, it’s all the same.
I love the wonderful feedback about my poetry, that’s why I’m now on Patreon which is an excellent platform for writers and artist. Can you help me reach my goal? www.patreon.com/poeeternal
Magma
He’s magma
Watch him flow
Feel the Earth grow
His words make time slow
His rhyme flows through my soul
Warm desire
Taste the fire
Never letting go
© Delia Ross. 2020
I’m gonna effing melt…. on fireeee
If you enjoy my writing, please consider subscribing to my Patreon to support this blog and keep it running. Thank you! ❤
https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal
P.S. I love a boy named Christopher ✌
Patreon
I just got another Patron on my Patreon and it is so empowering to have your support, I am truly grateful! 😍
If you have not checked out my Patreon yet, would you take a minute to do so? It’s super easy to sign up and you can cancel anytime!
If you have been a fan of my writing and this blog, your support would mean a great deal to me! You can show your support by subscribing and I also give my Patrons priority (you can private message me there and I will respond)! ❤️
Thank you for allowing me to push my boundaries and grow as a writer! Thank you for believing in me! ❤️❤️❤️
Full link: https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal
OOPS (Blog boo boos again)
I am inadvertently unfollowing accounts that I don’t want to unfollow when I’m trying to unfollow multiple accounts that I do not interact with or whom do not interact with me. When I first opened up my account, I was following any Tom, Dick and Harry, or suggestions recommended to me and I’m trying to clean up my feed so I can interact with the people I DO want to interact with more. I suffered a brain injury while in the Army, so when I accidentally unfollow accounts, I can’t always remember your Blog name, and most of you do not have your actual blog link in your Gravatar profile and so I can’t find you. Sometimes I’m aware of the mistake right away and sometimes I don’t realize it until days later when I’m like ‘why the fuck aren’t you posting and in my feed’. Then I have to go on a hunt to find a post where you commented or something. I still have around 300 accounts I need to unfollow so these boo-boos might happen again.
Please don’t let me go days without you, if you’ve noticed I’ve unfollowed you and it doesn’t seem normal can you at least shoot me a comment or something? Just say “hey, did you mean to unfollow” or something and I’ll correct it right away! If I unfollowed you and you have any kind of negative reaction about it, please message me, because it was more than likely a mistake. And it’s already happened a few times to accounts I didn’t want to unfollow. And so all that lingering confusion and doubt was festering. Just shoot me a message or comment! Uh oh’s happen, I come with mistakes.
Happy Friday
I’m stunned my blog is nearing 25K, it just hit 20K! APPRECIATION POST COMES WITH SMILES! THANK YOU ALL FOR READING MY POEMS!!!! Below lies a happy Poe, errr Delia.
Just Me
Let’s both jump from this boat
There’s a chance we may get hurt
But darling it will if we don’t
Her Secret Is You
Underneath a veil and a secret
There is one who makes her weakest
A love forged from the deepest
And so she could never keep it
Two hearts that make a singular
A home where not a visitor
Like tongues that require signature
She whispered softly “Christopher”
© Delia Ross. 2019
When It Ends
When it ends there’s not going to be time for goodbyes
A suitcase packed fully won’t lessen your fall
Or keeping all your money on your credit cards
A shoebox with keepsakes won’t help you at all
It won’t matter if you try to run or if you crawl
It’s too late for apologies when time is near our end
Debts should have been settled while we were still friends
Begging won’t account for much at all I contend
Looking back, don’t you regret it was all just pretend?
Don’t you know your promises are vague and empty here
Any morals that you had will likely soon disappear
Those lies you spin and weave so well
Are fine like silk or expensive cashmere
Years to practice your art, now a master puppeteer
Raise them high enough up,so they can really feel your jeer!
When it ends there’s not going to be time for goodbyes
The train may have whistled but it’s already passed by
There’s nothing you can do about all you made cry
Might as well tell the truth we all saw through your disguise
There’s nothing left to compromise or to fantasize
You turned your only gift into Jekyll and Hyde
© Delia Ross. 2019
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 two…
© Delia Ross. 2019
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
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
PoeEternal 