"deanna" poems
Funny how friends are
When you need them most
Some disappear
Some haunt you like a ghost
Some stick around to spread cheer
While others forget who you are
They say you know your friends
In times of tradegy
Sometimes I really wonder
If that's as true can be
Because I noticed something
About my friends this year
I've needed every single one
Whether strange or dear
I've needed every single one
Each at different times
To help me with sadness, death and fear
I needed to be on my own
I needed to be haunted too
I needed to be cheered
I needed to be forgotten, who?
My friends, they know me
Sometimes all too well
They always know to make me better
When my life goes to hell
They always know to help me out
And can make, as always, my heart swell
I hope I return the favor
At least a time or two
And that you, my friend
Can find me when you are blue
© Deanna Repose July 30, 2009
Sep 15, 2009
Sep 15, 2009 at 7:00 AM UTC
I was listening to Joy Division, then I had a vision
About your momma in the kitchen, making me a chorizo.
Then in came Deanna and said "Wassup, my nizzle"
So I slapped the gurl in her face and said ***** don't **** with my niece, yo."
This ain't a real story, so homie step back
If you don't step back, Imma smack you in the crack.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
It took a power outage for me to see the light
Of what it is I am really like
To hear the words that you said without the noise
I could listen close, without distraction of toys
I saw the darkness of how I felt surround me
The candle that you lit, so profound within me
Safety, security, as well as desire
Lit so lovingly by that fire
It took a power outage for me to release pent up fear
To see that you are so very near
Never so far away as I sometimes believe
You are here, here with me
You hold my darkness, always at bay
To keep me happy, chase the blues away
I never saw this until the lights went out
When I made the darkness become my doubt
That same darkness that you made light
(C) September 23, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com
Sep 23, 2009
Sep 23, 2009 at 7:04 AM UTC
Watching the media, all hyped
Due to their own accord
Pushing us forward
Helping us to goard
Upon the sins we so readily devour
All within this 11th hour
Hearing TV tell us to care
About all these material things
Never telling us quite how
To deal with the emptiness this brings
The greed it creates all but devours
Then jealousy soon flowers
Everyday our fascination grows
Within this world we live
And every day our lives compact
To where we cease to give
To those around us, that become devoured
We stand still, such the coward
Violence, agony, death and despair
Climb up the ranks
Feeding the greed and jealousy
Gee, Thanks!
Yet we are still fascinated, devouring
Their celebrities powering
All these empty thoughts we need to think
Which force our hearts to sink
We need to get back to what is to give
And remember what is like to live
As a community
© September 25, 2009 Deanna Repose
Repoosted from: blog.deannarepose.com
Sep 26, 2009
Sep 26, 2009 at 6:00 AM UTC
As I drove to work today
I spotted a birthday balloon
Abandoned by the road
Appealing to my sense of wonder
When I got to work I saw the date
I remembered you so well
You left us nine years ago, this passed July
And on this day, this balloon made me want to cry
Because I miss you all over again
I’m hoping you saw the birthday balloon
Hanging onto a string
Standing above the tall grass
Begging to be seen
Screaming “Birthday Girl” in pink and gold
Sending a birthday wish to you in heaven
So that you know I thought of you today
© September 14, 2009 Deanna Repose
Sep 14, 2009
Sep 14, 2009 at 9:28 AM UTC
Sitting here, waiting
For the fun to start
To keep the good times rolling
Waiting, in near silence
For the car to pull up
For the plane to board
For the lights to dim
For the music to start
Waiting
But not impatiently
Just in anticipation
Wondering what the waiting will bring
Some new adventure
A different perspective
A newfound hope
An old love found anew
Something different to do
Love this feeling
Waiting
© November 7, 2009
Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com
Nov 7, 2009
Nov 7, 2009 at 2:02 PM UTC
MY Place IS Placeless
Matloob Bokhari
You are moonlight
You are fragrance in the breeze
I am bewildered to see you
I am speechless
In the frenzy of my love
I am drifting in the sea of your love
Now and then ,joy and depression
Dark thoughts and light of love
I am senseless
You and I are inseparable
I want to kiss you with tenderness
I am helpless
I live for you, my love is timeless
My heart ,where you are living,
Has become a room of prayer
All I belong to you!
I am a nameless poet
My place is placeless!
Persian Khushi Sweet and touching
Deanna Caroline Bosworth How precious!...Quite the romantic
Connie Hofacker Hemmerich Senter Wow, I feel the commitment of your heart...a room of prayer, so very toucing, Matloob. Thank you, for sharing.
Fran Ayers So lovely!!.I missed your poetry!!
Natasha Nabokov Thank you, . Kiss kiss
Barbara Shoetaker You write so passionately.
Demelia Denton A writer of many explicit romantic words Matloob Bokhari ~ Beautifully written
Lindy Michaels Really lovely...
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
Trauma, tradegy, beauty, or despair
Hidden within our world
That we color so frequently
With words
Something changed us
Within our youth or wisdom
That we needed to explain
With words
But not words that flow
In full thought
Just words that are
Full thought
Skipping prepositions, nouns, sometimes verbs
You get the idea
At least that's my idea
Of the Poet's Common Thread
© October 12, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from www.blog.deannarepose.com
Oct 12, 2009
Oct 12, 2009 at 11:57 AM UTC
Our discussion scared me
I could not believe
That I could actually be living
With a monster from Maple Street
I checked the address
And then checked it again
I never moved
So, I started asking questions
But the answers I received
Led me right back to Maple Street
Back to the monster you revealed
Blaming those so unlike us
Because everyone tells you to doubt
Pointing out those they see as different
Because their power is on
When you are in the dark
Makes you almost predatory
Almost like a shark
Paranoia is overtaking us
As Twilight Zone forsaw so long ago
I wonder how Mr. Serling knew
That the monsters were due
The monsters that live on Maple Street
© September 28, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: http://blog.deannarepose.com
Oct 1, 2009
Oct 1, 2009 at 11:47 AM UTC
Holy ****
How surreal
Happy 3 weeks and 3 days of knowing eachother
Wow
How did this happen?
How did we become best friends in an instant?
Thank you for being relentlessly genuine
Thank you for accepting me
Embracing me
Expecting no thing from me
Thank you for letting me in
Seems sometimes these things are taken for granted
Who could've thought such a great friendship could become of two strangers in a big place?
Very friends
Much beautiful
Wow
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
While we are so connected, we are so far apart
The crackle of the phone line sometimes rips at our heart
Anger, frustration, and lonliness continue
While we begin our chats though our online venue
Pictures flying back and forth, smiles sometimes forced
Joy begins and then resigns, it was just coerced
To break the connection, we cannot bear
Though the ache too much and always there
Our love for each other always comes first
And through it all, our connection overcomes the hurt
© October 2, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com
Oct 2, 2009
Oct 2, 2009 at 7:30 AM UTC
Gaslight
Deanna Sabou
My sanity was denied when I remained truthful,
And so was my intelligence.
The scars wreak havoc on my body in endlessness.
The bruises were difficult to hide, and so were the tears;
My identity withered away and all that was left were my fears.
The mirror on my wall could not recognize the pale skeletal image,
Because she was so far away and the once golden girl was now conquering a deep scrimmage.
Against all odds, in the end I won;
The roses finally grew from my thorns, and my future has just begun.
For now, you are locked in your own isolated cell;
My scars have recovered and I now wish you well.
You being embarrassed of yourself was quite the rare site,
But now I finally took your opportunity, to ignite the gaslight.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
MY Place IS Placeless
Matloob Bokhari
You are moonlight
You are fragrance in the breeze
I am bewildered to see you
I am speechless
In the frenzy of my love
I am drifting in the sea of your love
Now and then ,joy and depression
Dark thoughts and light of love
I am senseless
You and I are inseparable
I want to kiss you with tenderness
I am helpless
I live for you, my love is timeless
My heart ,where you are living,
Has become a room of prayer
All I belong to you!
I am a nameless poet
My place is placeless!
Persian Khushi Sweet and touching
Deanna Caroline Bosworth How precious!...Quite the romantic
Connie Hofacker Hemmerich Senter Wow, I feel the commitment of your heart...a room of prayer, so very toucing, Matloob. Thank you, for sharing.
Fran Ayers So lovely!!.I missed your poetry!!
Natasha Nabokov Thank you, . Kiss kiss
Barbara Shoetaker You write so passionately.
Demelia Denton A writer of many explicit romantic words Matloob Bokhari ~ Beautifully written
Lindy Michaels Really lovely...
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
Look behind you - sirens blaring and lights ablaze
Pull over you SOB - stop driving in a daze
There is a person hurt behind all that noise
Stop using your cell phone or playing with toys
Behind you - that is the issue at hand
The ambulance's patient bay is manned!
Sirens announce the patient needing
Someone is hurt, possibly bleeding
Get out of the way, you worthless ****
Get out of the way, super double fast quick!
The sirens are there to warn you to move
The lights are there to see you through
Would you like to be inside
When someone doesn't pull to the side?
I think not you horrid man
Next time stay out of the way of the ambulance van!!!
© Deanna Repose, January 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 6:55 AM UTC
How I long to confess
My most secret desires and fantasies
To you Deanna
You are the ship's counselor
And incredibly wise
Tonight it is your turn to relax
As I give you a sensual massage
Followed by hours of oral pleasure
Oh Deanna
You are the most beautiful woman
Of any galaxy
And I live to please you
Let's not mention this to your lover Worf
I would not want
To engage him
In hand to hand combat
With a Bat'leth
I am a man of peace
And it is my duty
To help you reach the heights of ****** ecstasy
Deanna
You truly are a multi-orgasmic woman
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
The moon rises through a blue violet sky
Glowing white above yellow orange trees
As the sun's light wanes
The blue gives way to a sparkling black
The moon grows brighter, floating
Through the diamond starlight
Casting a glow upon the shadows
Cast by the fire colored trees
Split only by the shining rails
Laid upon the ground
As the moon reaches its pinnacle
Its glow is joined
By the piercing light and sound
Of the train
Heralding the night's end
The moon falls slowly to its fate
Fading behind a blue violet sky
Behind yellow orange trees
Now alight by the sun's fierce glow
© November 3, 2008 Deanna Repose
Nov 3, 2009
Nov 3, 2009 at 6:29 AM UTC
Finding myself
Lost
In a traffic jam
Behind an accident
Keeping myself
Sane
In my car
Within a foggy mist
Warning myself
Stop
In my head
Beneath the fear
Laughing myself
Silly
In my mind
Around the situation
Hearing myself
Sing
In my heart
Without the words
© Ocotber 28, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com
Oct 28, 2009
Oct 28, 2009 at 7:53 AM UTC
1500 ft.
You speed up
1000 ft
You speed up
500 ft
You speed up
0 ft
You swerve into my lane
To avoid the blinking sign
As if you didn't see
The warnings staged in a line
You'd rather hit my moving car
Than the signs you dissed
Never heading the warnings
You put my life at risk
I wonder why you have to be
This way on a Monday morn
Then I remember all too well
Every minute an idiot born
Although I don't want
To think so ill of you
If I don't
I'll go crazy too
I'll speed up
Faster still
Getting my rocks off
On a chasing thrill
Neglecting to heed
Your brake lights
Crashing a tad too fast
Into your fancy flight
Getting out to ask
This question only once:
"How does it feel - you stupid dounce!?"
© November 9, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com
Nov 9, 2009
Nov 9, 2009 at 6:10 AM UTC
dear best friend,
thank you to the one who made my depressing life 10 times better
to the one who'd always listen to my endless rants
to the one who always understood me
to the one that i can talk to about anything
to the one that became my best friend in less than a week
to the one who accepted me
thank you Deanna
dear ex-best friend,
thank you to the one who stabbed my back and taught me i shouldnt trust everyone
to the one who made me let go the one i loved
to the one who attempted to change me
to the one who never loved me for me
to the one one who ripped everything away from me
to the one that i hate
thank you ava
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
Deanna's waiting
With all the emotions of a young women cascading
Now the bend in the creek
Makes her knees weak
And her thoughts of this man are
Filling a heart set to clamour
You bet her sighs matter
When we met in our eyes
It was love at first sight
So don't let this moment end
Or it's my heart that'll rend
I didn't know a dance
Would kindle romance
And Deanna would have to wait for her chance
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
Part of the group
Am I? or Am I not?
Feeling like an intruder
For differences ought
Not to be the case
But it is as I fear
I am not like you
Even though I am here
Part of the group
Shall I ever be?
I am not like you
Nor do I care to be
I see cultures
Rich to learn
You see bridges
Ready to burn
Part of the group
I shall not beg
I'm better without
This fight I will not egg
Moving onto more moving
People that I know
I say "I love you"
As I go
Part of the group
Will you be in mine?
We do not judge
No color; no kind
Just be here
Share with me
All the things
You learned to be
© October 22, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com
Oct 22, 2009
Oct 22, 2009 at 11:10 AM UTC
Hello, beautiful girl
with whom I share so much
I have crafted my words
into a little composition just for you.
With just a little thought
a picture is sprawled before my eyes
not of pixels or pigments
but of syllables, and sounds in the dark.
I did not understand from the start
what this entailed
as we met under strange circumstances
and even stranger pretenses.
But, I suppose I couldn't help
feeling such intense emotions blossom
in the depths of my heart
empathy and sympathy and all of those other things.
It pained me, shook me, drove me mad
until the thoughts burst from my chest
thumping like a hummingbird's wings
rapid, frantic, and slurred with tears.
However, I could not expect gratitude
from someone so far away and above me
and thus I shall pay those debts
with all I can give.
So, I have created this little selection
of words, phrases, and lines
to say what I am unable to speak
and it is only for you.
And, however simply or unsimply you may see it, thank you, Deanna, for for being you.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
I love Deanna, I love her madly.
I love her so much.
She is the only girl I'd sacrifice to Lil B.
Thank You Based God ; ~ ;
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
Sometimes I miss your friendship,
because it felt real.
I still remember some of our times together as some of the best days of my life.
If I needed you, you'd answer the phone.
If you needed me, I'd answer the phone.
We understood each other, and where we were in our lives.
You were my drinking buddy, we were party girls looking for a good time. Never knew where we'd end up.
But we loved each other.
I'd never had a girl as a best friend before.
And then our fun ended the way most does.
You found a guy who ended up making false promises, and you got pregnant.
I tried to stay connected with you,
but you stopped, so eventually I did too.
I found your class ring in my car when I was cleaning it out, a souvenir of my past.
I miss you still. I wonder how you're doing from time to time. Maybe you wonder about me too.
Deanna.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC