Beatrice Dahlen

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

Beatrice Dahlen Poems

201. Void 12/22/2017
202. Echoes 12/22/2017
203. Guardian Angel Of Mine 1/14/2018
204. Ouch! 7/31/2011
205. The Villas 7/31/2011
206. The Kitchen Ladies 7/31/2011
207. Traces In The Melting Snow 7/31/2011
208. The Summer Yard 7/31/2011
209. Thanks 8/14/2011
210. Irene 8/29/2011
211. Urban Memories 2/14/2012
212. Forestalled 2/14/2012
213. Boo Humbug 2/14/2012
214. Forfeit 8/28/2012
215. Honors 8/28/2012
216. Coping 8/28/2012
217. Overkill 10/11/2013
218. Precursor 10/11/2013
219. Frosted Lichen 10/11/2013
220. The Vigil 10/11/2013
221. The Rebel 10/11/2013
222. The Hut Saturday Night 10/11/2013
223. Distance 10/11/2013
224. Friends In High Places 10/11/2013
225. Celestial Sport 10/11/2013
226. The Ballad Of The Dartmouth’s Daughter 10/11/2013
227. Drought Breaker 7/31/2011
228. Ode To A Fool 9/26/2009
229. Picnic’s End 9/26/2009
230. Wanderlust 9/26/2009
231. Vigilance 9/26/2009
232. Sadist 9/26/2009
233. Pyewacket 9/22/2009
234. A Walk On A December Night 9/22/2009
235. A Winter Vigil 9/22/2009
236. Christmas Choir 9/22/2009
237. A Saint Patrick's Day Blessing 9/22/2009
238. A Friend In Need 9/22/2009
239. Another Goodbye 9/26/2009
240. Cape Cod Morning 9/26/2009

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

Night Watch

Through the doorway I saw you
Relaxed in childlike slumber,
Your head cradled in your arms.
You dozed while I,
With aching wakefulness,
Sat, and watched
The rise and fall
Of you silent breathing.
Oh, how I longed

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