Darlene Walsh

Gold Star - 5,988 Points [Darla] (1994 / Philadelphia)

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I recently graduated from college and I am a very happy young newlywed. While life is most excellent now, my youth was very troubled.

I love to read and write, and hope someday to be an author. I very much enjoy poetry, but my real interests are in fantasy. I love reading and watching fantasy and sci/fi, especially while cuddling up with my husband. I currently work in landscaping ... more »

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  • Bri Edwards Bri Edwards (10/30/2017 2:01:00 PM)

    Darlene is inactive on PH now, since her husband was killed*** nearly a year ago in an accident, leaving her with three little kids and a business to take care of. She wrote recently [after i inquired] that, with a lot of help from her late husband's parents, she is managing to care for herself, her kids, and her business.

    good luck 'Darla'.

    i liked your year-old 'Halloween' poem.

    bri :)

    Below i have pasted the poem she wrote following her husband's death. it has some typos, but i was NOT her editor for it. other than some typos from time to time, her writing is quite good, sometimes exceptional.

    Winter's Heart - Poem by Darlene Walsh

    My heart is filled with winter
    And love can never again enter
    Forever more I shall be a lamenter
    Only pain has been left as my center

    I dared to believe that dreams come true
    The moments it lasted were just a few
    It was gone in a instant like sun on the dew
    For just the briefest of time we were two

    The evening sky was obsidian blackness
    Decembers's cold was showing its hardness
    I thought my love was safer than any fortress
    Life has again shown itself to be heartless

    A knock at the door and life came to an end
    At first I thought, 'It must be a friend.'
    At the sight of the badge, my heart did rend
    Into darkness I did quickly desend

    The words they spued I just couldn't bear
    How long did I just stand there and stare
    Till the words sank in and became a nightmare
    I think I collapsed but I was no longer aware

    My dream ended that obsidian night
    All that was joy became grim blight
    It was the end of all delight
    Life me hit again with spite

    I thought life had begun
    Now all was done
    Nowhere to run
    I was undone

    Darlene Walsh

    Topic(s) of this poem: death
    Poems by Darlene Walsh: 64 / 65

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    Poet's Notes about The Poem
    Poem about the moment the police came to my door, and informed me my husband died in a car accident.
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    i hope Darlene continues to survive the death of her husband, and maybe even returns to action on PH someday. she is super busy now with 'life'.

    bri :)

  • Bri Edwards Bri Edwards (5/21/2016 9:47:00 PM)

    One of my favorite poets (and prosest?) , even though she never mowed MY lawn!

  • Goodenough Sakhile(shotaromeo) Dlamini Goodenough Sakhile(shotaromeo) Dlamini (4/28/2014 5:02:00 AM)

    All i ca say you are an encouragious person, Encouraging others is an important part of being part of a family, a group of people and a community. Everyone is doing their best in this world and sometimes, a kindly word of encouragement can help others realize that they're not alone. Moreover, encouragement is a way of recognizing the good others do, and seeking more of it. Applauding success acknowledges that people matter and that their efforts mean much to you, whether the person is known to you, or even a stranger. Take some time out today to encourage someone who crosses your path. thanks you the wonderful young poet

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Best Poem of Darlene Walsh

The Monster Beneath The Bed

What is that you're seeing
in the corner of your eye
Stealthful foot steps following
never passing by

In the corner of the mirror
watching when you blink
It is patient and silent
and deadlier than you think

It's biding time for years
until the time is ripe
Until you've grown enough
and are just the right type

When you have grown enough
to be a tasty morsel
From beneath the bed it comes
through a secret portal

In silence it is waiting
needing to be fed
Out in darkness slithering
from beneath your bed

In ...

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