Biography of Darlene Belcher
i am a young poet. i love to write romance poems and also write short storys. Everybody loves my poems and enjoys my short storys. you would to.
my poetry depends on my mood and my mood depends on what i write.
for example, if im in a good mood i write good poetry, it im in a bad then i write bad, if im having an Awesome day, then i write Awesome poetry, hehe
Darlene Belcher's Works:
-none.... yet- lol
Darlene Belcher Poems
Lips Of An Angel
I hear you in the morning, i see you in the night, My sweet angel. I dream of you, think of you, and only of you, My loving angel.
the sweet escape is evermore, enreaching our body and mind. to live, to love, to know, to care lovers love- lovers love.
What is love? what is hope? what is happiness? what is friendship?
Be Careful How You Use Me...
I'm the one thats the problem? The one with center gravity? ? Ha!
What Is Love?
What is love? Why does it occur? Why can you control your mind, yet powerless to your heart? Theres no such things as true love, its just a fairytale, once upon a fairyland.
Thy Secret Love
Crying Under The Moon
Bright 'twas the moon that night, with all the stars in the sky. I was all alone,
Waiting On The Edge Of Heaven
Fall asleep, dream of me, I'm just waiting on the edge of heaven.
I give thee light and love, said the angel from above. I grace thee with romance and imagination,
Should i rise today or just stay fallen? Should i breath right now,
When Im With You
Swept away, the day soon begins to fade. You have me in your arm; no need for me to ever be alarmed. My heart needs your love as much as you need me. Magic in the air as you whisper in my ear, 'Can i keep you? '.
Roses of a kind, love is never left behind, but in fact brought together. closer then we ever were before. You bring me me flowers of all kind sorts, but when you brought me roses of the purest enriched red. i know what you were saying; you knelt down before me and asked 'will you be mine? '. I, in return, lifted you up and gave you a hug and a kiss.
Shes here every night with us; just above the clouds, beyond this world. Mother moon ~ mother moon. Reaching out past the sky, into the never ending place of space. Grasping each and every little star.
Dreaming A Dream
I dream a dream thats long and sweet, my baby-dear in which no one can beat. Yes, thats the dream i wish to keep. But when i awaken from this dream, where has my baby gone? i'll write him this poem one and on, until the sun is gone. Then i'll know just what to do, i'll fall asleep and wait for you, fall asleep without a peep, look around my love i