Delf Poems - Poems about Delf

...Isn't this all I wanted? But why do I still feel haunted? Flashbacks echoing in my mind, Stop it now, just leave those memories behind. This residential terrible memory lanes, Runs through the ......Read the rest...

... Sunny Side Up I feel the need to feed my soul, egg yolks cracking, upon a stove, Images scrambled in my brain, hatching dreams so as to breathe. Will I ......Read the rest...

...Panic’s on the prowl and I’m about to cower; surely my sanctuary is a strong tower! There ample assurance abides to meet my need; there relief returns, from dysfunction I am freed. Though mal......Read the rest...

...The government owns my soul derwhile Their promises to my delf Their order dare-find where place would mount When clotters are claised ornount That all the time I spend on them is claytoring t......Read the rest...

...Dactylic Hexameter My love for family I do not hide or set high on a wooden shelf. Baubles of life are here having a jot influence over a rime of things. One hawks a sweeter enticement diverting......Read the rest...

...Fresh wounds contain some tiny grains of salt, At night in dreams I see ears of rye, I was never afraid of pain or fault - Just of lies. Forever's index on cover's body. Two gypsies in a fast ......Read the rest...

...Only a few moments of a peek into your beauty, Both my heart and head plunged for the bootie. Emotions, of my heart, I could still keep inside, But my heart beating for you, how could I hide? Life......Read the rest...

...light has always reminding me about truths... hope z always dere in my heart... makin my own destiny lyk sm odrs.. n a man who z god himself n my world impart.. a man who forgives my mistakes.. a m......Read the rest...

... verse Myriads of unknown promises are stilled, collecting dust on a bedside shelf. Still, they remain God’s sacred, holy voice. Life’s biggest mysteries resolved therein. The Living......Read the rest...

...My heart is tender, my spirit is pure I hate no one I love all. I seek knowledge even if I am poor. It is the real weapon when nights fall. I praise justice, I detest oppression. Every day I f......Read the rest...

...My heart is tender, my spirit is pure I hate no one I love all. I seek knowledge even if I am poor. It is the real weapon when nights fall. I praise justice, I detest oppression. Every day I f......Read the rest...

...After the lights gone down and none's around, i think of you. And all we used to do. You had me and i was there. I fell into your trap, but all you did was laugh, like i was a joke. But i was fi......Read the rest...