Pretty certain I died in war...
Lived and Learned
All the things I've done and want to do. Truth is, I only want you. A tragic poem which contains an ounce of hope. My life is a Shakespearean tragedy. 😊
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Lesson Number One
A poem about getting what you give
Love Is
A poem about what love isn't
Cross Your Mind
Sometimes he thinks of me... (a poem)
Just a Number
a poem about being a number to him and to everyone
Never Thought
another poem about how much I hate my ex
Community Garden
A poem about the effects of smiling.
Ten After Sunset
a narcissist never sleeps
Tight Ropes
Nothing excites me more than you...
Trial-sized Regrets
Some mistakes are tiny & insignificant.
Fields of Gratitude
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
Depression
Keeping it real, yo. A poem about depression.
Won’t Bring Him Back (Lyrics)
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…
Cyanide
Every minute peels across my pride Seething into cracks where it may hide His words poison worse than cyanide Just remember his heart already died Unto the moon I do confide A confidant down by the roadside He uses pain like trails to be a guide Reaching him requires more than stride A sign on…
The Tale and Trauma of Satine
The Tale and Trauma of Satine is a story I am writing about a vampire.
Withholding the title
never good enough...
Gold Rush
Words with rhythm & rhyme about devotion
Dead in the Water
A poem about Roadblocks. Writer's Block. Wrong choices. Walls we build. Enemies we feed. Love we starve. The fight to keep on despite construction.
Off Radar
A micropoem about the effects people have on us
Ironclad
A poem about nothing lasting
Double Dose
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
25 Words
25 Words
Fossil
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
Captive
A poem for Valentine's Day
If I Had Any Say
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…
Every Episode
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…
Atmosphere
A poem about not giving a fuck...
Love is Complimentary
A poem about the world fearing love...
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Quicksand
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…
My Son Part 3: Half of Her Life
The third and final part of my epic tragedy.
Grant me a Pardon
No matter what I do he's on my mind...
Made of Steel
A poem about how hard we make life for one another.
These Lessons Again And Again These Lessons
These lessons, these lessons, these lessons
The Best Things In Life Aren’t Free
A poem about narcissism and regrets. Emotional slavery.
I’ll Meet You Anywhere
A song I wrote about coming together any weather
List of Regrets
I want to be on his list of pets (not regrets)
Night Riding (Lyrics)
I wrote a song. Night Riding Lyrics
Love Like Russian Roulette
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…
When It Ends
When it ends there's not going to be time for goodbyes
The Serpent
Ever kissed a serpent?
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…
Words
I travel by poetry- Words are my train; I go many places, inside my own brain. © Delia Ross. 2019
Kintsugi for the Soul
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…
Outcasts
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
Black Star
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
RESIDUE
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…
Laughter is Currency
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
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