"deangelo" poems
More poison please.
It makes me forget everything.
Poison.
I need it so the sad will go away.
You are my poison.
Whether or not I choose to be forgiven.
Poison.
You have never let me down.
Poison you will always be arround.
Poison.
I love thee.
You make me free.
You are my.
I am you.
Poison.
You are so bad.
But how can something so bad.
Feel so good.
It must be.
Poison.
For thou is far beyond thy.
Past the sky.
Into the unknown.
Is where you take me.
But this time I can't go.
Poison.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC
You remind me of a spicy wasabi mango
Just like ice cream covered in lobster shells.
So hard and spicy on the outside.
So soft. So sweet on your inside.
I really want to ask you if you had a good day.
Longing to be the good of your day.
We are not different.
We are not the same.
Do you ever muse on how tight we..... could be.
Conceptualize a wasabi mango embrace.
And see in your minds eye...........
it's only you and me.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
No. I have no terror I will avenge you.
You say karma will but I'm not waitin' on it. Besides I'm not afriad to.
You were my eyes when the fog I couldn't see through.
Tell me now. And tell me the the whole truth. Did he harm you?
No. I've never been here before. But you I will do it for. If I don't stop him he will try and do it more.
Ohhhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh.
Noooo. Noooooo. Nooooo.
No. He won't do it no more.
My sweet friend. I promise he wont
do it again.
My pleasure was inside his pain. I took retaliation in your name.
I'm the champion. I'm your defender. I will be your watcher...your preserver.
It was easy. ***** threw his hands up. Tried to surrender. But that didn't work...was already over.
You said that he harmed you.
Ohhhh. Noooo. Noooooooooo.
He won't do it no more.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
I do not post my writings on here for likes. and attention.
Nor is it for shares or follows.
I am not seeking the crowds who applause.
Cheering and ranting for more.
I do it to simply find and intertwine with my soul tribe.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
To love a poet
Isn't always rainbows and sunshine.
For we are oh so passionate
about everything.
If you've won the heart of a
Poet ..remember you
Never actually leave
Their mind.
Don't forget it is you who
Makes their heart spin.
It is you who they
Depend on to be an unwind.
We will dress you with words and
Show you our way of viewing.
Keep this as a token for
The dark times.
Try not to wonder why
Your poet is constantly stewing.
Mostly we are trying to connect lines.
The ones to this. And the ones to that.
Your poet loves you forever deeply.
Even after you leave. Even after
Time stands still.
You will be tattooed to their soul.
And that is a certain fact.
Everlasting you will roam through
The corridors of their mind.
Even after.
You have.
Run out.
Of time.
- Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
For a while we flew side by side
Soaring....Beautiful in the sky
With you; you had me one thousand feet off the ground
I was so high
Then that's when it happened
That's when you shot me back down
Pain so real; In my tears I drowned
My heart splattered on the wall
My legs were shot; couldn't even crawl
You kept flying
And my feet were impaled to the scorching ground
I was dying
And you kept flying
While I couldn't get my feet off the ground
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
She blows through the wind
Ever so free
She's not bothered by not having
Company
She could light up the universe only with her smile
But only if she wanted to...
She's not sure if she has her key but
She doesn't mind to be locked out for awhile
She drives with her sunroof open
Because she finds comfort in the suns warmth on her
skin.
It sets her shivering inside at ease.
She's unthoughtfully honest and dearly protects her kin.
Her heart feels cold.
She owns the fact that its no longer there...just an empty black
Hole.
Finishing her cigarette as she ponders on whats next.
She has misplaced her emotions and forgot what love is
Perhaps you can show her.
She.
Is.
Me.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
She is moon queen of the darkest night.
She makes unicorns in the moonlight.
He is ruler of both dark and light.
He uses dragons breath when he has to fight.
He turns it into an angels hum.
Beautiful whispers for her ear drum.
*** pum pum pum.
In the dry desert sun.
They are devine.
Two of one kind.
Together they can scribble outside the lines.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
Imagination...
Infatuation...
They wonder in the universe.
As I write each line.
As I ponder, As I imagine you and I
We were somewhere that we'd never been.
Dancing underneath the moon's dim.
Upon the hills where fairies fly.
They let glitter float arround us in the sky.
And you said to me..
You are la luna
You are the moon
I replied...
Se sorvano di buio e luce
You are ruler of dark and light
Then in my minds eye
We were dancing in the sky
The fairies sang to us and we had no fear
We were not afraid of the end
But lost in the moment as our souls became
One in the same
Imagination...
Infatuation...
Oh where they take me
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
*there is never a dull moment with she*
for she is two..going on three
always on my seats edge
but i love her more than me..that i pledge
she throws the cat food everywhere..everyday
got to clean crayons off the walls once more?...okay
eating lotion again? This marks more than ten
*but if she needs me..*
just tell me where..tell me when
because her hugs are the sweetest
they come when i most need it
when she smiles..my soul soars
no love more pure...she makes me open locked doors
these moments i cherish..good and bad
wont let them perish
to my heart she has the key
she is my
minime
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
I saw you today.
I saw you.
Still the same ol' you.
In a big fancy caddy.
You seemed surprisingly happy to
Bump into me.
Strange.
Considering how we crashed and burned alive.
But I saw no need to stick arround and chit chat about the weather.
So...I kept it movin' after politely saying hi.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
Hey, I thought I would write something for all my followers.
I would like to start off by thanking Word Freak.
Word Freak was my first ever follower, he is the one who told me about this site.
Thank you to cgembry, the first person to like my work.
Thank you, Teresa Alaska the first person to comment on my work.
Thank you, Anna-Maria Rose Newell, you have given me a lot of inspiration.
Thank you, Walter W. H., David Hewitt, and Enslaved King you also have given me inspiration.
Thank you, Joellei for always being here when I need someone to talk to!
Thank you, Flames for a martyr, Toxic moon and Vicki.
Thank you, Woody, Stephen, and Keith Wilson.
Thank you, Bleeding Diamonds you make me smile and laugh.
Thank you, Jennifer DeAngelo for writing a poem about me.
Thank you, Eebi Jonson the first person I collaborated with.
Thank you, Kristy Renae Dalton.
Thank you, John Stevens for raising your two beautiful grandchildren, I can tell they really love you.
Thank you, so much John Stevens for reading my work and giving me endless amounts of support.
Thank you to John Stevens wife also.
Thank you to all my followers each and every one of you are special to me.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
What is it?
What is it about you?
Your mind
Your body
Your soul
I'll take all three
You are so beautiful
Beautiful you
Without trying
Intriguing you
Talk to me
Touch me
Desire me
I know you do
Again
Take me to the stars
Again
This time
I want to stay
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
Satan and I on our prowl.
Satan and I cookin' up somethin' foul.
I got lucifier right by my side.
You can't run, no you can't hide.
It's commin' down like hail and rain.
The devil and I are servin' up sorrow and pain.
There is no refuge. No place you can go.
No. There will be no shelter for you.
No. No. No.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
Some days I walk high..
My head in the sky.
Others, I am low
Endless tears I cry.
Sometimes I am loud, oh so proud.
Others I am dying inside a crowd.
There are days where my eyes hold a happy gaze.
Others..I find me in an everlasting maze.
Searching for happy. Looking for content.
Counting time wasted and spent.
But its not over in the search I will find.
Whats truly mine. How to be happy. Why must I show how I am so kind?
Why is it so I need the proof?
Maybe its because...
How I wish you really knew...
Days like this my date of birth I rue.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
She let that water flow at luke warm.
As she squeezed the rag to drain the
excess soapy water.
She scrubs so gentle but so potent.
She washes the cruds of yesterday.
Feeling gloom because she remembers
Things he used to say.
How he loved her so. And she was
Always the only one.
And how she had thought it would be fun.
Soapy. Sudsy. Scrubs.
Tears inevitably flow vigorously.
She remembers there will no
Longer be betraying hugs.
She knows nights up waiting
Will be no more.
Because this time she chose not to
Follow him out that door.
Suds consume her everything.
As she washes the cruds of yesterday.
For it was yesterday he seemed so sure.
And today no more. How could it seem
So pure and today nevermore?
She remembers the good and the bad.
As the soapy water heads down the drain.
She decides to send with it her
Sorrow and pain.
For it is much too heavy of a
Burden to bare.
And a slight crooked smile appears as she
Washed. The. Cruds. Of. Yesterday.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
I hate your big feet..I'm always tripping over them
I hate that stupid smirk you wear when I'm trying to be serious
I hate your enticing smile
I hate the way you stare deeply into me
I hate how sometimes you know what I'm about to say
I hate the way you lie
I hate how I want to believe them
I hate your selfishness
I hate the way you are
I hate that you think your always right
I hate that I'm tied to you for life
I hate that you are not with your daughter and I on the daily
I hate that no matter how hard I try...I can't hate you
I hate that I want to drive the Delorean
I hate that I never stopped loving you
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
She carried him through the valley.
She headed towards the park.
It was his favorite after all.
If he was allowed he'd stay way after dark.
She told him she loved him.
She told him again.
And again.
For it is he who truly has her entire heart.
She admires every piece him.
Like a very fine work of art.
She pushed him on the swing very high.
It was his favorite to touch the sky.
This went on forever. Grab a kleenex because you might cry.
For she was his mother.
And he her son.
His heart no longer beats she did deny.
His skin was pale blue.
His body so cold and stiff to touch.
But she had refused to give up.
It is not I who judges you.
Sad..sad oh so weary mother.
For I am certain you both loved one another.
She weeps with the coldest sorrow.
I've ever known.
As she pushes her dead son.
She pushed him as high as she could.
So maybe he'd finally touch heaven.
It is there where she can't wait to.
See him again.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
It was a dark night
When she told a story of her fight
She spoke the coldest words I've ever known
Her feet blistered from the road
Knuckles torn apart from using all her might
Shreds hung from her clothes
As her icy story was told
She drove me up and down the hills
She showed me where she defeated it
And smiled as she said now leave your fear
As I looked back at her I realized I was talking to the mirror
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
I am a dimpled sky of emotion.
I ponder for ages making decisions.
But when it is made it is chizzled in stone.
Being a libra and a poet combined.
Intertwined. Sometimes I am..
Others I am not fine.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
This is for all the single mommas.
This is for all the single poppas.
Wake up in the morning and think time will tell.
Oh **** I over slept again? What the hell!
Got to make breakfast. Lets go get dressed.
Before you wake up your baby you stare at them in awe thinking I'm so impressed!
Got to pack lunch. Don't forget a snack.
Practice your abc's and don't talk back!
Thank God it's payday we need it so much.
Checking your account like what the ****
This barely covers half of everything.
Don't flip out...baby is watching.
I see you going to work.
I know you're going to class.
I see you cherish that time with baby because it goes so fast.
You want to call up your sperm/egg donor.
Tell em whats going on. What they need to do. They make up every excuse. And you'll never fathom how they really dont care. Screaming inside. This **** ain't fair!
I see it everyday. I see how hard you try.
May I give some advice? Don't hold it inside...if you have to let out a cry.
You know we are strong.
You know we all get along.
Because at the days end we are our own nation. For eachother. For one another.
Try to keep your chin up when u get fed up from rainy weather. I promise you the sun will shine. So look up at the clouds and reach for the sky.
Walk loud.
Walk proud.
We are single mommas.
We are single poppas.
I salute you. We have a code of honor.
I salute the single mommas.
I salute the single poppas.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
You are so interesting to me.
Your every move. Your everyway.
You are in my fantasy.
I look forward to see you there everyday.
As I write this poem I imagine you right
Next to me.
I think of what I'd do to your body.
And the things I long for you to
Do to mine.
Conceptualizing the effleurage of my tiny hands on your strong working
Mans shoulder.
Oh how I'd rub and caress them until
Your masculinity grows bolder.
You are in my fantasy.
I can feel you inside my poetry.
I visualize you ravishing every inch of me.
Thinking about my body under yours.
Not even caring if we shut the doors.
Daydreams of you and I
Together in an everlasting braid.
This vision of mine can not fade.
You are in my fantasy.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
Heart beating fast, my plams are sweaty.
Petrified. But totally excited.
Thoughts fill my brain like water fills the levy.
I feel like im going to burst...like i lost my lid.
Hmmm... do you ponder the question why?
I love this feeling its exhilarating.
Its not that im shy.
Its more deeper than that..more graduated.
Let me just get the nerve.
Ill just say it...Hello..hi
I enjoy your enegry as i watch and observe.
Beautiful nerd
Hello.
Hi
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
Here we are
Sitting on the side porch
Wrapping your arms arround me
Calling me angel
You said I'm your angel
I'm not sure it gets better than this.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
I drank of you.
And savored every sip.
I want all of you.
So I can savor every bite.
When you speak.
I stop the world..
So I can listen.
And savor every sound.
I feel the vibration.
I've waited way too long for you.
I want it all.
Give me all of you.
Just the way that it is..
Please no substitutes.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC