A poem about nothing lasting
I always get a double dose I always go back for more No matter the diagnose He's just someone I can't ignore I miss him when he isn't close He'll ask for peace then I uproar I really don't want to impose If only he'd see I have valour © Delia Ross. 2019
Drinking down the bottle 2 more shots should hide my mistakes His heart is like a fossil And I doubt it ever aches Picking up the throttle Will drink as long as it takes This pain it feels so awful I'd like to be one he appreciates © Delia Ross. 2019
A poem for Valentine's Day
If I had any say you would be king You already rule over everything I would take a holiday at his feet I've actually felt his heart beat He makes it hard to get back in the swing His love is the best retreat Any words that he may sing Can be heard on any … Continue reading If I Had Any Say
I get lost in the hours escaping on the road Carrying more weight than what should be towed Doing all I can to escape my own abode Drifting and changing every channel that is showed But you are still in every episode And it's really made my mind explode Maybe you could give me a … Continue reading Every Episode
A poem about not giving a fuck...
A poem about the world fearing love...
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 … Continue reading Eternally Yours: Poetry for People by Delia Ross
I wanna find out firsthand But it's like I'm stuck in quicksand My dreams never go as planned The more I struggle, the tighter the band I want to learn but I'm in the wasteland There are devils about and they tied my hand He's in high demand He owns a ship, he's in command … Continue reading Quicksand
The third and final part of my epic tragedy.
No matter what I do he's on my mind...
A poem about how hard we make life for one another.
These lessons, these lessons, these lessons
A poem about narcissism and regrets. Emotional slavery.
A song I wrote about coming together any weather
I want to be on his list of pets (not regrets)
I wrote a song. Night Riding Lyrics
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
When it ends there's not going to be time for goodbyes
Ever kissed a serpent?
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 … Continue reading Rendezvous Avenue
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
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
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
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 … Continue reading RESIDUE
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 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
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. My Son Part 1: The Promise "The bloody … Continue reading My Son Part 1: The Promise
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
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 … Continue reading Through To You
Street lights are blinding Friends don't need reminding Words are spellbinding If you try Why are you hiding Afraid of me lying The temperature now rising That sound is my battle cry Always denying Your words I'm not buying Left us all crying But I cannot be modified © Delia Ross. 2019