Where Do Poems Come From?

Strong emotion

Deep depression

Wonderful expressions

Extraordinary love

Soft smiles

Silent screams

A calmed heart

A childhood dream

Gentle thoughts

Dancing lyrics

Melodies and mysteries

Tingles and shivers

Traveled roads

Foggy mornings

Harsh rain

Warm sunshine

Wind-blown flowers

An ocean’s salty waves

The shores of creativity and insanity

The borders of everywhere and nowhere

 

 

© Dianne Woods and mydelicatedream.wordpress.com

Dear Poetry, please forgive me

Music begins to play

Soft melodies flow like your love

Notes held like my breath

I’m surrounded by the sound of your passion

I’m tuned in to only you

My world is composed of this moment

Romance gradually builds

A dance ensues

This dance is slow

And our rhythm is steady

I love the sound of your heart

The beat of your affection

Our song is mystical

Our love a ballad

© Dianne Woods and mydelicatedream.wordpress.com

Invisible Wishes and Delicate Dreams

I enter the bright corners of my mind

And walk through the gate of lovely

Finally I can breathe freely

Now I can indulge in my fancy

Enjoy every fantasy

I allow my imagination to take over

So I can dance in a vortex of color

Float in mystifying waves

Observe magical sparkling splashes

Bathe in luminous neon flashes

I can fly into my psychedelic sky

I can escape reality’s harsh domain

I love my delicate dreams

Because they allow me to remain blissfully insane

© Dianne Woods and mydelicatedream.wordpress.com

Odd Man Out

Odd Man Out

I am your first-born and your only girl

Yet I was placed on the sidelines

Thrown away

Like an insignificant part of your world

You didn’t give me a chance

Didn’t try to understand

You were too weak to fight

Too damn stupid to try

So here I am

Bitter and angry

Saddened by the lack of love you gave me

Damaged because you refused hear my affectionate pleas

Furious because I’ve been singled out

Gloomy because when it came to having a father I’ve had to go without

This existence leaves me feeling confused and hollow

The lack of fatherly affection in my life is hard pill to swallow

My emotions are all the place

Like fallen confetti

Collecting myself

I realize I’m being extremely petty

So I try my best to forgive

Or at least forget

You don’t give a damn about me

Your actions reveal what you think we should be

So why should I love you

Or care about who you are

Why should I care

About the choices you have made

I can’t keep captured visions of the past

I have to regain my power at last

Hating you

Only

Hurts me

© Dianne Woods and mydelicatedream.wordpress.com

Seven Degrees of Death

Hours spent sleeping to avoid reality.

Obligations deserted by an indifferent mentality.

Days wasted due to a lack of interest.

Life passes me by as I abandon my euphoria quest.

The attack has begun…destruction is born.

Sloth consumes me…

And I am guilty of this deadly sin.

Hours spent kneeling at hunger’s feet.

No hunger exists, but I continue to eat.

I use food to get the taste of failure out of my mouth.

Eating persists to help push self-hate south.

The attack has begun…destruction is born.

Gluttony consumes me…

And I am guilty of this deadly sin.

Hours spent collecting worldly possessions.

Having material things quickly turns into an obsession.

I continue to hoard the meaningless things that crowd my home.

Now my ideas aren’t even free to roam.

The attack has begun…destruction is born.

Greed consumes me…

And I am guilty of this deadly sin.

Hours spent wishing I had what the next one has.

Being a green-eyed monster is the subject and I am the star of the class.

I’m jealous because the object of my affection isn’t free.

All I can do now is bathe in my pride’s debris.

The attack has begun…destruction is born.

Envy consumes me…

And I am guilty of this deadly sin.

Hours spent praising myself for the words I write.

Self-love overflows and I embrace it with delight.

I brag constantly about how unique I am.

Vanity has a way of seeping through my pores and I could give a damn.

The attack has begun…destruction is born.

Pride consumes me…

And I am guilty of this deadly sin.

Hours spent loathing the world because I’m constantly ignored.

My sentiments are being disrespected and my trust in others cannot be restored.

I’m spiteful because the only things I can rely on are broken promises and lies.

I’m pissed beyond comprehension so it’s hard to tell anger goodbye.

The attack has begun…destruction is born.

Wrath consumes me…

And I am guilty of this deadly sin.

Hours spent wishing a certain someone’s lips were on me.

Too often desires arise about us being uninhibited and free.

As I daydream I vanish in my fancy.

I hide away with my salacious fantasies.

The attack has begun…destruction is born.

Lust consumes me…

And I am guilty of this deadly sin.

© Dianne Woods and mydelicatedream.wordpress.com

Trying My Hand At Love

I think love is the hardest thing for me to write about because I don’t have much faith in it. I have been trying to create new poems that were not inspired by my depression and this is what I have come up with. This poem was inspired by a love that I would like to have. It is currently untitled and most likely unfinished. Still, I hope you enjoy it!

-Dianne

I surrender all control to this moment

While in your arms I am comforted

By unadulterated desire

When I look into your eyes

I see a reflection of my heart

Love settles deep within my soul

And I am hypnotized by your passion

I forget that time exists beyond us

You have captured my thoughts

Stolen my breath

With your kiss

Leaving love on my lips

© Dianne Woods and mydelicatedream.wordpress.com

Detached

When you say “I love you”

It is an automatic

Robotic response

You voice is colorless

The affection has gone

The words you say are unconvincing

Misunderstood

Misused

You use them to apologize

To pacify

The expression is no longer genuine

No longer real

The significance has disappeared

And so has the life

© Dianne Woods and mydelicatedream.wordpress.com

Savage Violation

the water above can not compare

to the cascade coming from me

I’ve been scrubbing for hours

and still I can feel the shame on my skin

still smell your horrid cruelty

closing my eyes causes shock waves of fear

because I all I see is your hideous face

my ears are ringing

because I hear your terrifying voice

something meant to be beautiful

was ruined when you forced yourself on me

into me

my power was stripped

my dignity displaced

I hear a deafening symphony

only to realize

the sounds are coming from my own mouth

blood curling screams to make me fall to my knees

this attack aggressively scars me

I am emotionally disfigured

© Dianne Woods and mydelicatedream.wordpress.com

I Don’t Feel Like Smiling Today

I don’t feel like smiling today

My heart aches and I feel utterly worthless

My tears won’t stop falling and my voice has gone

I’m stressed

Beyond depressed

Down

I feel unloved

Forgotten

Dismissed

So with all of this stirring inside

I really don’t feel like smiling today

But I’m going to anyway

© Dianne Woods and mydelicatedream.wordpress.com

I Cry Out

With my voice breaking

my heart aching

my tears flowing

with shame dripping from my soul

with myself seeping away

I cry out

I AM WORTHY

© Dianne Woods and mydelicatedream.wordpress.com