A poem describing Alexander Ebert because I’ve never met anyone with more love and he’s teaching me how to love and be human. The message here is love.✌
A poem about how hard goodbyes are.
I have enough love for his entire lifespan
LOVE IS THE ONLY WAY OUT OF HERE
Everything dies, even love.
I know not anything.
My love for him just keeps growing
An oath or promise or plea. A love poem. 😊
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. 😊
A poetic thought…
Small mistakes, big consequences.
My love extends 24/7 for him. So do my regrets.
Pride kills everything. A POEM ABOUT LETTING DOWN GUARDS
Home is where the heart is
LOVE NEVER DIES!!!
Your light shines so bright in the dark…
There it was, labeled to me – I, the addresseeTrying on lovers because revenge tasted sweetlyInserting the blade ever so neatly –Ensuring the heart was severed completely Burning through dreams like an oil field in the night Running out of fuel and the zest for a life Looking back but never having any foresight DancingContinue reading “Karma”
with the showers come the thorns but also flowers…
Hate because I was never good enough for you 😦
My dreams ended with you
“my indecision is final”. Sitting in a room with no door or windows with written equations everywhere and zero right answers. The odds are, he’s the answer to all my problems.
That’s the problem with mold, it covers everything in blackness
I tried but failed
Could’ve, Would’ve, Should’ve R-A-N (A poem)
A poem about how clueless people are to love.
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
A poem about what love isn’t
A POEM. About losing things you never win for placing wrong bets WITH PEOPLE and love.
I’ll have a double shot please
Love like his should be criminalized…
A poem about the effects of smiling.
Nothing excites me more than you…
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
Words with rhythm & rhyme about devotion
A poem for Valentine’s Day
A poem about love & loss & loving again. Love hurts…
The third and final part of my epic tragedy.
No matter what I do he’s on my mind…
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.
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 theyContinue reading “Love Like Russian Roulette”
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 EveryContinue reading “Kintsugi for the Soul”
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 WeContinue reading “RESIDUE”
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
OLD PHOTO, NEW POEM! ‘DETAINED’ by @poeeternal He makes me want to sin But it’d be heaven I contend The way his words move under my skin I’d fall for him again and again I once made my amend While feeling silence closing in If only there were more moments to spend Would he careContinue reading “DETAINED”
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 aContinue reading “Seconds to Love”
I wrote something new last night. Often my poems have hidden meanings. How do you interpret this poem?
I want to get lost in you so that you may find me again and when you search for me in your soul, I’ll be resting there I’m just going to have a little nap between your heartbeats (c) Delia Ross. 2013. All Rights Reserved.