Beatrice Dahlen

Freshman - 781 Points [B. V. Dahlen] (Hampton Roads, Virginia USA)

Beatrice Dahlen Poems

1. Need 9/22/2009
2. Lucy 9/22/2009
3. To Nichole On The Night You Are Born 9/22/2009
4. To My Dad 9/22/2009
5. Support 9/22/2009
6. Night Watch 9/22/2009
7. Lost And Found 9/22/2009
8. Welcomed By A Princess 9/22/2009
9. Leave Taking 9/22/2009
10. My Old Man 9/22/2009
11. Those Left Behind 9/22/2009
12. Slow Down 9/22/2009
13. Not Again 9/22/2009
14. Letting Go? 9/22/2009
15. Dream Sentry 9/22/2009
16. Retirement 9/22/2009
17. A Glorious Fade 9/22/2009
18. A Five Year Old's View Of Halloween 9/22/2009
19. The Opening 9/22/2009
20. Patrick 9/22/2009
21. With Thanks 9/22/2009
22. Reflections On Winter Rain 9/22/2009
23. Autumn's Farewell 9/22/2009
24. Promise 9/22/2009
25. The Eve 9/22/2009
26. Benediction 9/22/2009
27. The Legend Of The Robin 9/22/2009
28. Mark 9/22/2009
29. To Linda 9/22/2009
30. Submerged In Literature 9/22/2009
31. Out Of This World 9/22/2009
32. Scarpetta Rules 9/22/2009
33. Rice Papers 9/22/2009
34. Breaking Away 9/22/2009
35. Homecoming 9/22/2009
36. First In / Last Back 9/22/2009
37. Motherly Advice 9/22/2009
38. To Our Wedding Guests 9/22/2009
39. Happy Anniversary 9/22/2009
40. Questions? 9/22/2009

Comments about Beatrice Dahlen

  • Brandon Miller (10/15/2012 9:28:00 PM)

    if you dont mind can you read my poems and tell me what you think about them

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Best Poem of Beatrice Dahlen

Villanelle On Depression

Depression is a fact of life for me.
As much a part of life as food and air,
It hovers like a dreaded entity.

It scatters joys like useless stale debris,
And sews the ashes of my dreams in gloom.
Depression is a fact of life for me.

It poises like a shadowing banshee
With somber wings just waiting to enshroud.
It hovers like a dreaded entity,

And I can almost always guarantee
Secreted in my spectral holidays
Depression is a fact of life for me.

My life becomes a frequent abductee
Purloined by mirthless bird of prey
It hovers like a ...

Read the full of Villanelle On Depression

Support

I reach out
and your hand is there
for me to grasp.
We need to cling together now,
to share the winter winds
and warming rays,
a steaming cup,
our children's play,
a laugh,

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