"danielle" poems
Hey Danny, I droped it twice but this one is just as nice
On the fly a small hummingbird on flittering wings just dusting the room
With dann dust and goodwill.
A quiver filled with curative pin point healing
She is wheeling and dealing
Danielle I presume is the full story.
Acufeel good. Feelgood ancient curative
Sent from the far east.
Miniature
Magic whipping about in sea blue scrubs
All good news .
Never gave me the bluesy tude.
Cool runnings miss danny.
Nuff respect.
A short poem for a big spirit. In. Small spirit
Country.
Seek and ye shall find I am inclined to believe
She has a good vibe.
Cool runnings hummingbird.
See you at the water cooler
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
i'm not proud of nicknames...
but then again,
i find nicknames to be
the archetypal form of
endearment -
a "belittling" with warm
affection...
i didn't have a nickname
in primary school...
the girls tried,
rabbit...
Danielle...
i remember Danielle calling me
rabbit,
why? the way i ran...
jumping in between
running steps...
i like Danielle,a brunette,
with enough freckles to
make her a ***** ginger...
high school?
Goldilocks
named by Graham...
or Chewbacca by Barry..
i was the only man attempting
to grow long hair..
a mullet wast the running
joke, among the Ian crowd...
university?
no nickname...
shitty time...
while industrial roofing took off,
working for my father?
Picasso...
i was meticulous with the tar...
but lately...
my grandmother has
a nickname for me...
because of my beard...
these days i'm know as
Castro...
i'm not proud of nicknames...
but i didn't make them up!
i wish i had...
that being said...
nicknames are
quiet endearing...
i'd love to see Danielle once more...
see how much the freckles took
over her complexion;
Danielle... **** me...
what an ****** name...
like m first love in
the English tongue...
the moment i heard it...
Sam-anth-a(h)...
curly hair,
darkened blonde,
mingling an autumnal-cherry
mahogany with chocolate
cinnamon...
****
i've been so erotically
mobilized / motivated...
from such an early age...
Danielle & Samantha...
nicknames...
and the rest is, history.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
to my Madolyn, Rob , Soliana, Malak, Pinkpearl, Daniel, BJ, Miki, Jules, Willow, Poets Rain, Her, Ashan, Billy, Katelyn, Kirstens, Leah, Emily, Liz, Skyler, HB, Danielle, Robin, Lynnie, Veer, Abigail, and Fawn
We haven't been here long
At all
But your support has been
overwhelming
...to us at least
We haven't written masterpieces
At all
But your responses have been
overpowering
...to us at least
Know we notice you,
Know we recognize you,
and try to get to know you
through the words you present
We could never repay you
At all
But, please, don't forget
we love you
...to say the least
We are honored
We will always work to honor you
Sincerely yours,
A&T (seriously not a ripoff)
P.S.
I can't handle anymore people so you guys are going to have
to help me ****** anyone new coming over. I'll pay.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
I write words with passion, I write words learned from wisdom
I study the works from the greatest; I even study the stars in the sky
Look to the North West on a dark Southern Autumn‘s night
Hanging side by side with the king of the jungle and holding a *** of honey
A relative to the one in the deserts with stinger in its tail you will see
A Giant that walks on ocean floors with meat that is ever so sweet
Constellations that fill the sky all been given a specific name at an earlier time
Many a being read the wise man tales in the daily papers
They live there day to look to see if there predictions come true
Your visions can only come true if you search without looking
My journey today took me to the second floor I’m in a ward
Doors open exposing many smiles and many, many frowns
Team Poppy’s Ride for one dollar I bought into yes I did
Relay for life fight the silent killer and have fun doing it as well it says
A dozen silk roses pull me near to the table to touch them
Fur lined slippers; ports open on his body, one in his neck
Another in his arm with plunger attached I can see
Flush him clean and pure I pray aloud rid him of his pain
Give it to me I cry as I looked into his eye
Tapping red heels with anxiety she’s called in next
Chairs with wheels fill the room to capacity
All with hoses and green cylinders attached given a fresh breath of life to inhale
Delicatessen of food on a low cart is now delivered from the one with child in the womb
Smile she puts on my face for there’s another life to keep the circle of life going
Journeys not over for they have just begun
Stacks of Danielle Steele books are scattered all about
Comforting the mind, comforting the soul they do
Precious words are better than man’s medicine I believe
Come to me, my written words are stronger then the script you’re looking for
No ringing of the bells here to mark the toll
To the left I see a three leaf clover hanging in the window
On the Next there’s a hanging cross
Waiting is the master, to do your part
He welcomes you and your soul.
CELEBRATE, REMEMBER, AND FIGHT BACK! (CARSr. 5-21-12)
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
I came to the Relazation,
*I don't give a ****
Only when I'm
high as **** off some
Man made ether- Now, etherized
it's easier to comprehend the demensions that led to my mental demise.
Yet and still.
*I don't give a ****
Numb.
No need for the clenching of hearts or
worry some eyes-
This is a different "Numb".
Confusing your senses to where you
Hear color,
Taste sound
See beauty in all belonging to God
An feel only with your heart-
I'm riding on cloud 9 -
Yea, high...
Surfacing on a pen that's barely scratching
The surface of my potency.
My being is being caressed by night fall,
Stillness finds space to
fit and slip down shoulders
once burdened with all
but a dream.
Reality never touched me here
So it's easy to imitate a crescent
for my lips main wear.
Corners peaked
Gracing cheekbones once hidden
Now amplified by rose colored bliss.
I wish I could stay here -
Live within my imagination
Because in this realm-
Creativity added to a heart of gold
Not affiliated with currency
Is riches.
Unfortunately,
I can't stay trapped in this... dream-
Because like that 14 year old school boy
My imagination too,
has a curfew.
Only is at 8 a.m.
When the alarm sounds for me to mask my desires
In a blue collar-
To work the "grave yard shift"-
For a dreamer.
Hmm...
I guess my stress will greet your relief again at 5.
Or if I can't wait to embrace that comforted race-
I may have to show face on my next lunch break.
- Danielle . A. Watson
✌
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
Growing up as a guy I have something to admit
Its that theres so many girls that i'll never forget
So i'll jump right in and go right from the start
and tell you about all these girls that have affected my heart
So lets start with the As there is two that first come to mind
and thats Ambrea and Ashley, their each one of a kind
Now those are my sisters so their first to be said
but lets continue on to who else pops in my head
lets see...there's 2 Ashley As, but only one Ashley G
can't forget Amanda K, or all 7 Amys
There are so many As that we'd have to stay way long
let me wrap it up quick with the cutest one "akon"
You should see all these B's their so pretty it scares me
theres Beth and theres B thou, theres Bee and B. Barry
In the C's we have Crepeele with her pretty long blonde hur
and then we have Cameo, thats right, Mama Burr
On to the Ds they would never be meana
theres danielle carey, and then there is dreena
though im sure there are Es-Hs to do
i'm skipping to Js starting with J. Gubbes
Janelle, Jolene, or Jocelyn B.
Jordan, and Jen, and Jill L. you see
Jamie, and jasmine, or J. Allen
Jaylene, and Jessica, and then jen again
Oh God now the Ks, not sure where to begin...
I'll start with the departed R.I.P. Kristin
On to the girls that are more than alive,
Lets take, Keilyn, Kayla, and Karmen on a test drive
Three other K's must get named out for sure
And that's Kaley, Kansas, and Kristjana Schure
Two Girls in the Ls that are way way to awesome
And thats Lauren Borsheim, and of course, Laura Klassen
On to the Ms there is no time to spare
Just one, Maryke, and she cuts my hair
...I'm just kidding MOM you know your up there!
We do have an N there's nothing to fear
Her name is Niki, she lives in Red Deer
No Os, or Ps, or Qs to discuss
we'll move on to R's cause this next ones a must
Rachael K the Australian Wonder
Rebecca's art is so good she draws lightning and thunder
Theres a couple of shellys, and Sam 1 and 2
Tara looks like a model, and Tia does too
Don't know any Us, the Vs go in order
Vanessa M, V. Young, and VJ the reporter
If your name wasn't mentioned no need to be sour
this poem was rushed, took me less than an hour
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
Night skies still murmur your name. Whilst wondering why this longing has since surpassed desperate, I sat-
Curled up, knees to chest
Clenching my flesh in hopes to hold on to my last ounce of existence.
I felt naught but daydreams of nightmares haunting me, relentlessly.
Preying on my thirst for passion
Destroying my notion of love-
Tainting my eternity.
-danielle A. Watson
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
she sat curled up at the head of my bed.
Pencil protruding from her left ear, as high lighters met torn out notebook paper at the surface of my comforter.
I layed to the left of her.
Seemingly, attentively reading the last few chapters of The Lost Symbol.
Feeling myself drift from the pages, I no longer gave a **** about Dan Brown.
I missed her.
I have not seen or felt her in weeks.
I wish I can blame that on professor New and her desire for an A in his class but I can’t.
“baby you hungry?. I can order China man if you like”
“no, I ate before you got home”
She answered.
Never lifting her eyes from the pages.
I continued with attempts to reconnect with Dan Brown, but It was useless.
As if a book couldn’t keep my attention unless it was loaded with Pictures and pastel colors.
My eyes began to roam around the room noticing
The unfinished Amber walls from months ago.
Our first home project
She asked if i would paint them amber.
She once loved the sight of it flourishing throughout the skies at dawn.
About two months ago was the last time she yearned for that mental picture...
-Danielle a. watson
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
Audrey, look out the window and see your dreams.
Brydie, lay on the carpet and think of home.
Charlie, stand in the garden and let the rain wash the pain away.
Danielle, shout at the skies for this awful weather.
Ellen, smile as you see a rainbow in the distance.
Fiona, stick out your tongue to soften their fall.
Gemma, pretend there's nothing falling from the sky.
Hannah, dance in the rain in that favourite dress of yours.
Imogen, jump into puddles, one after the other.
Jade, wave to the people going past in their cars.
Keri, open your hands to cup the cold water.
Laura, laugh as the neighbour's umbrella turns inside out.
Molly, hope the grass is better for football tomorrow.
Natasha, sigh as you drive through it all.
Olivia, read a book by the nice warm fire.
Paige, sleep through the hammering of the droplets.
Queenie, scream as you dash through the storm.
Rhianne, fall back onto that squishy armchair inside.
Steph, pray for the sun to come out soon.
Tuula, watch the leaves huddle against the kerb.
Una, listen as they patter patter on the rooftop.
Victoria, take off those sodden shoes.
Whitney, snap another photograph or two.
Xandra, run to get back home to your family.
Yasmeen, follow the trail of the water on the window.
Zara, give up waiting for the rain to stop.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 7:01 AM UTC
She danced in the moonlight dazzle by the sun, she wanted her dreams to come true no matter what she was going through...
The Fire within kept her dancing even when she was burned, broken and weak the chemo only made her sleep... only to be told she can’t dance anymore they will have to take her ***** she felt naked on the dance floor... lost and alone in her zone her Fire Pink was completely gone!
As the sunset and the skies turned orange, red and Pink she asked God “ Please Take This Cancer Away From Me”!!!! Weaping with sorrow all she could think about was hair that was falling out everywhere..
Her last tear touched the ground as an Angel appears with Fire Pink in his hand , he reached through her solar plexus to light the Spark that was Dimmed. Fire Pink dances free now she touches those who are sleep.
By, Jana Maxwell Clay dedicated to my Auntie Danielle Denise Duckett
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
A ring
welcoming
the smell of fresh coffee.
Intimate conversation
is white noise
to the melody in the mundane
coffee order of his familiar voice
that captures mine.
Although I’m earnest while saying hello,
her grin holds a thousand secrets;
the few words I manage seem small,
but she continues to collect them for her tip jar.
Hidden in line, he's disguised his affection.
She awaits his arrival, his orders; they share
silence. An unfilled cup and connection
swept away, unnamed, a new cross to bare.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 9:30 AM UTC
She Just didn't love the thought of hands felt on thoughts held old in time
And who knows the kind of feeling the heart wants
When the last words and last breath comes through heavy lungs
Eyes gathered up and to the left
They forget the world
But they are burning to talk and tell of what they saw
next
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
Yo soy Danielle.
Soy artística y estudiosa.
Quiero ser atrevida y muy talentosa.
Según mi familia soy reservada y seria a veces.
No me gusta nada practicar deportes.
Me gusta mucha actuación.
¿Cómo eres?
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
Oh, Danielle
your voice carries south
and whistles
through the ages.
Oh, Decibel
your sound hollows out
and compounds
through the stages.
Oh, Wishing Well
full of stagnant doubt
and rusted,
wasted wages.
Oh, Danielle
your voice naught without
keeping me
in cages.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
I didn't know and couldn't see that
Ten years of chasing wild peaches at
Every turn had led me to
End up in Paradise of Hell
I lacked the strength to
Leave this wild orchard or
Ever thought I could
And then I saw your lovely face
A simple smile and a kiss
I realized I want to live my life with you
I'm turning leaves, I'm taking steps and
Baby to you I say “Hello my love” and
To the rest “Goodbye”
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
I looked at the beggarman
Wrapped in a bundle
Of cardboard, rags and dirt,
With a royal smirk on his face
As his eyes pierced mine
For the second or less
It took to wander by
His space of rest,
His makeshift nest
Of cardboard, rags and dirt...
Today he laid
On his side,
Knees slightly bent,
A blue Bic gripped loosely
In his right fist,
Notepad white
In his right...
What does a beggarman write
From his sanctuary
Of cardboard, rags and dirt,
I wondered?
Could it be a sign,
A plea for a penny
Or a piece of bread?
Or was the beggarman
A thespian well-read
With a tale or two
Trapped in his troubled head....
As he was,
In his bastille
Of cardboard, rags and dirt...
A Danielle Steele
Undiscovered....
An Amiri Baraka
Reborn...
A literary genius trapped
In a bundle
Of cardboard, rags and dirt
With a royal smirk on his face.
~ P
(#TheBeggarman)
2/28/2014
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
I know thing's are difficult
and decisions are hard to make
but never get discouraged
only you can choose your fate.
I'm always here to help you
know matter how bumpy the road get's
I'm a very stubborn person
and I will never let you quit.
One day we will look back on this
and we will laugh at the mistakes
we will be able to say we made it
and the outcome look's great.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
*"May your day of delight
be filled with the ravishing rays of light,
May your radiant eyes dance and glide
across the nightly moonlight,
On this day and forevermore may your dreams burn bright."*
©Rangzeb Hussain
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 9:07 PM UTC
I am the winds whistling in the red canyon.
I am the whites of the hard-boiled egg.
I am the pupil in the eye of the fly.
I am the time moving slowly.
I am the depths of Earth.
I am the fur of the cat.
I am ink on paper.
I am a vine.
I am.
I am a vine.
I am ink on paper.
I am the fur of the cat.
I am the depths of Earth.
I am the time moving slowly.
I am the pupil in the eye of the fly.
I am the whites of the hard-boiled egg.
I am the winds whistling in the red canyon.
You see I am alive, I am alive.
I stand in good relation to all living things.
I stand in good relation to my friends.
I stand in good relation to my family.
You see I am alive, I am alive.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
I was never the sports star, smartest kid in class or even the coolest. More like low self esteem dork girl who had more guy friends than girls never felt like I fit in but always never cared. I lied.... They bullied me verbally, I was no longer invisible I was the punch line to everybody's joke on bus 12 after a long day of school. I kept my head down because the **** hurts more than they could physically ever know. The walk home consisted of promising myself I wouldn't cry and debating on if I hated them or myself more. Dear arms I am sorry I've been taking all of my frustration out on you, it's just that since I'm not a size 6 everyone hates me so I have to hate you. How was school? Cool. Bad day? Bad life. Don't pretend like you care because I've spent too many nights alone in my room crying and screaming while my "mother" was in the next room. Dear heart I'm sorry I always let you down, I'm sorry I make you go through so much. I'm sorry you have to feel everything I feel. It's my fault they hate me not yours. They finally broke us I'm sorry.
Dear Danielle, you're me and I am you. Im sorry I gained so much weight last year, I'm sorry I couldn't lose it all. I'm sorry they hate us. I'm sorry mom can't get the braces we need. I'm sorry nothing ever works out for us. I'm sorry Jayte left. I'm sorry this is all real. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I couldn't save Lala. I'm sorry no one loves us. I'm sorry god doesn't listen. I'm sorry no one knows we are sad. I'm sorry I'm so sorry. It's all kind of blurry right now. There's so much blood I really can't see anymore. They say it'll get better, I wanna say it'll get better but it never does we just learn how to maintain. How to forget. And how to move on.....
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
Trapped in this vantablack room
There’s got to be a key somewhere
But Where?
Why do I want to leave this place????
The Isolation has been oh so nice....
I came here feeling strong, confident, powerful
Now I am nothing other than a pasty white corpse
A Corpse that has nothing to give because I have only taken
I desired lust and what I thought would lead to love
Karma got the best of me
I forgot to love myself
If I don’t relearn how to love myself then I will be trapped in this purgatory
Okay just one step before the other….
Good….
Another….
Ugh I just fell and cut my hand….
Well there goes that opportunity
I will just go back from where I came
Not like anyone every loved me the way I love them….
Wait????
Is that a voice?
“Woah hi what are you doing here????”
I was looking for some *****
Well I am sorry but we don’t have that here
But…….
It looks like you found the key to my heart…
Thank you so much…..
I cant imagine where I would be without you being here today
I couldve been lost forever if you didn’t show up today
“At the very least can I get your name?”
“I am Danielle”
One Year Later
“Danielle will you marry me?”
“YES!”
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
Happy Birthday, Baby
The countdown now is done
Though last year was quite a surprise!
You now are 61…
That’s cause for celebration
Despite what you have said
So sing a Happy Birthday
Raise a glass-break some bread!
I know how hard you work while
Those copy machines keep breaking
Those customers keep on *******
Is it worth the price you’re making?
So punctual! Dependable.
Clever at fixing things, too
While I’m at home in our garden
Harvesting whatever grew
Watching tomatoes ripen
While you’re crawling on the floor
Looking for that wayward *****
On your 6th call-and 2 more!
I might be on the back porch
With Danielle upon my lap
Wishing YOUR day goes swimmingly
Maybe time to take a nap?
I stop to pick up flowers
And your birthday cake I’m mixing
While machines keep on breaking
And you keep right on fixing
Just consider this, Dear Bill
And believe it can come true
By next year you COULD decide
To retire at 62!
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
Ha! You're probably here because you thought I would right a poem about you. Baby, You weren't a worthy enough investment for me to honor you as a muse .
-Danielle
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
Danielle died the day she found a reason to live.
She blew her brains out,
Covering the walls with memories of her future.
A red, stained glass image of a flawed plot line,
Plans, dreams, habits she would never form into reality.
Danielle was psychic, Or psychotic,
Depending on one's point of view.
She would tell me stories of the future,
And how she's seen it five thousand times.
An arresting daydream that left a bitter-sweet migraine behind.
The pain takes me away from my stress
But an aneurysm would be preferable.
Danielle loved to sing songs about novocaine and nicotine,
About how my existence was a wood chip under her toenail,
And kicking door frames had become a habit.
Still, she insisted we depart this life hand in hand,
Yin and yang, polar opposites.
A love so vain, blood would rush through my fingertips into hers.
Our love was a rose caught in a riptide.
A bear trap concealed in a bouquet.
I was the shotgun lips loaded with her empty shells.
She told me once,
The rest of our lives would be only her and I,
I had the only invitation to a party
I could never describe.
A letterbomb disguised as a California post card.
She made jail look like a jewelry store,
A hammer to nails look like a manicure.
To love her was to love the scales under my skin.
The fork in my tongue,
She was my favorite part of myself.
April came,
And the confetti landed on the floor,
The way ice dripped from branches
That sound a lot like bones when they break.
I am a captive of my own ribcage
She swallowed the only key to open my chest.
I turn to find her standing at the altar
Shrouded in a blanket of amber.
It’s over now.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC