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

Need

You entered my life
small, fragile, dependent
for love and warmth
and nourishment.
You needed me.

Then, as you grew
your world enlarged.
You noticed other things,

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