"darlene" poems
Shannon, Mariah, Serena, Maria
Meridia, Midian, Sharon, Alliah
Rochelle, Camille, Rose, Halo
Trenna, Jessica, Ashley, Georgia
Marla, Olivia, Sofia, India
Daniella, Diana, Christina, Caroline
Isabella, Amelia, Amanda, Matilda
Nadine, Haley, Bailey, Francine
Eliza, Annabelle, Kathryn, Sandra
Melinda, Audrey, Aubrey, Emily
Tara, Emma, Ginny, Kathleen
Josephine, Helena, Charlotte, Laura
Chelsea, Arkady, Megan, Kelsey
Kayla, Karliah, Moana, Vivien
Kaysea, Macy, Stacy, Lorraine
Theresa, Felicia, Cecilia, Darlene
Holly, Brianna, Alexa, Ariel
Marianne, Miranda, Jennie, Coral
Korra, Daisy, Penelope, Rayne
Zoey, Cassandra, Grace, Stephanie
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
there once was a woman named Arlene
who had an older sister named Darlene
their youngest sister was named Karlene
and her twin was named Charlene
the ladies of (lene) had a matriarch named Marlene
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
As I look across the street all I see is beauty.
I see your flawless skin as the rays jumping off from the sun,
You’re so radiant.
I don’t mean to stare but, sometimes I can’t help it.
I fell in love with the girl next door just two months ago.
She came up to me on move in day as nervous as I was.
She said her name was Darlene, so darling and as precious as she was.
Months later I noticed, I wasn’t the only one who admired her presence.
My gift from God, my angel sent from heaven is now his.
Two months pass, like a 100 meter dash all I could do is think.
I look across the street now all I see is heartache
I see your flawless skin now touching his
Regretful as I was, I knew it was time to move on.
Her sweet voice, her angelic presence is something that I’ll always miss
To her now I’m just,
The Boy Next Door, even though I wanted to be more.
Reminisce
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
“That good for nothing Gary
hurled Princess off the balcony -
I don't know why we married!
(It was because of money.)
Sure, she kept him up at night
but God, she was a dog!
All right, so what, she liked to bite?
She was a little dog.
But we agreed it's time to part
and ended on good terms.
Now, Mister Assassin,
let's make that milksop burn."
“Mrs. Darlene, I must decline.
I’m a lawyer; that's a crime.”
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
Slowly dying,
stories of her past
hide in the wrinkles of her skin.
stories,
told and not told,
Brought to the brim of light blue eyes;
searching,
talking to her mother
who died before the Berlin Wall.
"The black birds are coming."
But not soon enough.
Shaking suffering,
not able to speak.
Skin like paper,
but having to be tough.
Surviving five wars,
and numerous gas prices,
and elections of presidents.
And now as the clock ticks
she sleeps.
And slips slowly away
into what I believe is Heaven.
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
(Darlene)
Countless nights
I spent awake
Tossing and turning
But never could sleep
(Brandon nagley)
Countless hour's
Of depression's power
Silence is all
Though demon's mess with mine Slumber...
(Darlene)
I've layed here for minutes
Though it feels like hours
(Brandon nagley)
And the hours to mine brain
Wrap around me in deathly sleep showers.
(Darlene)
My eyes are dry........
(Brandon nagley)
And whilst these eyes art dried
I contemplate suicide
Take the ticket? To young to die?
Until now I'll try, pray to god for asleep
Yet these legs art sore, mine neck is creaked.
(Darlene)
I just want my blood to be leaked...........
(Brandon nagley)
I just want a freedom from me
A freedom for sleep
God doth thou heareth me, I'm tired
This bed is wired, the phones on fire.
Must I go on this hellish night routine????
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©duo with me and Darlene
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
i love the freckles on your back,
the way you smile and just stare,
making me feel like i'm walking on air,
i love that goofy way you laugh.
driving around with you and acting stupid,
losing track of time, the amazing feeling that i get,
when your lips touch mine.
lying next to you,
feeling safe in your embrace,
i feel like my heart has finaly found a home,
blissfuly lost in time and space.
you, are the sid to my nancy.
the glen to my maggie.
you're the david to my darlene.
the ***** in my soda
the peanut butter to my jelly.
you came into my life like a beautiful sunset
after a tornado, and you never cease to amaze me.
& you're better than anything i've ever ever dreamed of my love,
it's our 2 year aniversary, and i've never felt so passionate, safe,
beautiful or happy. then i do, dancing & laughing with you. bullshitting and being lazy, smiling from ear to ear, shouting at random peole,
acting dumb having fun and being crazy, ane i pray that it's this way for an eternity, because nothing is better than when you and i are together,
or the way those big brown eyes light up when you look at me. i'm so happy that you're my baby.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
"This is a collect call from: 'Darlene Ryder', at the Nielsen County Sheriff's Department, press '2' to accept charges and be connected."
beep
"hello? Bill?...you there?"
**** Darlene, how many times we gotta fuckin' do this?!", he threw his voice at her through the phone like a fastball wrapped in firecrackers.
"I dint do nuthin' wrong! they jus got sumpn' against me s'all!"
"uh huh, the **** d'you do, huh?
"the ***** had it comin', I was jus tryin' to have a few 'n relax then she come 'n talk 'bout how I was lookn' atter funny but I watn't- I was jus mindin' my own talkin' to Charlie. So all's I need from you is to get yer lazy, belly-picken', beer-guzzlin' hole fer a face down here and unpinch this fuckin' mess!" and hung up the receiver on her end of prison.
The guards shoot each other a look then raise their eyebrows. They'll be recounting this over beers tonight beneath the monstrous glow of 47 90" TVs in between attempts at the waitress young enough to be their daughter. They'll shovel in the wings of a total of 18 birds drowned in hot sauce and butter before the sports bar stops feeding them. Then they'll all drive home drunk with hot breath and testosterone like molasses, ending their nightly routine with their ***** in their hands and their pants around their ankles drooling at tiny glowing screens.
Long live the American gods of New Olympus.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
She went with a friend for the evening,
But she wouldn’t tell me where to,
Just turned as the two began leaving,
Said, ‘Where I go’s nothing to you.’
She liked to be so independent,
Go off, and leave me on the spot,
Then tried to make me feel repentant
For asking her why, where or what?
I sat up and waited till midnight,
Expecting that she would be home,
She must have known I would be uptight
Not knowing where she’d gone to roam.
I knew that her friend never liked me,
Would glory in turning the *****
Encourage Darlene to defy me,
She’d tell her, ‘So what can he do?’
She hadn’t returned the next morning,
Nor even when it became noon,
The sun towards eve began falling,
So surely she must return soon.
I passed the time on the computer,
Watched Facebook alive on the screen,
When Darlene popped up using FaceTime
Then suddenly started to scream.
‘You’ll have to come in here and get me,
I seem to be inside my phone,
I tried leaving, it wouldn’t let me,
And Marge went and left me alone.’
The face on the screen began fraying,
And she was hysterical now,
Her face in the picture was greying,
‘I’ll come for you, just tell me how.’
‘Just follow me through all the windows,
The frames are all breeding like spores,
My mind’s in a haze, I’m caught in a maze,
There’s many more windows than doors.’
I looked for her picture in Instagram,
And searched for her trace in What’s App,
Then Googled her name, she ran through a frame,
But all that I caught was her back.
The high tension wires running overhead
Were humming and whining all night,
I lay in my bed, convinced she was dead,
Then heard her voice moaning in fright.
The Darlene I knew never came back home,
She travels by churches and spires,
A crackle in time and a hum in the line
Tells me she is the Wind in the Wires.
David Lewis Paget
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
If we would to loose you , then you would have flowers and mist would fall from our eyes
YOU WOULD BE MISSED
DARLENE
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
Charleston is charming
Wind, sun, water
Talk with my sons
Hope for her daughters
Life is indeed Absurd
Still I try to do my best
She and I, silent Thai
Her hair upon my chest
Florida has the Hurricanes
Seattle has the snow
Poems that endure
But I'll never know
Touches, gentle touches
Spanish lullabies
Susan Darlene Meek:
Dark hair, blue eyes.
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 8:11 PM UTC