David DeSantis

Rookie (01/29/85 / Utica, NY)

David DeSantis Poems

81. My Dream 4/9/2008
82. My Office 1/6/2009
83. My Personal Cocaine 6/17/2008
84. Norwich 10/2/2008
85. Office Work 4/3/2008
86. Posterity 4/23/2008
87. Self-Esteem 4/7/2008
88. Socrates Blues 9/10/2008
89. Surprise 10/13/2008
90. Years Gone Bye 3/1/2013
91. Years Gone Bye 3/1/2013

Comments about David DeSantis

  • Ivan Donn Carswell (7/15/2008 12:41:00 AM)

    David has developed a distinctive and highly original style in the short time he has been posting poetry here. As he says, he is young, but that belies an ability which is already bursting at the seams. Rgds, Ivan

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  • Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello (6/18/2008 8:51:00 AM)

    Sometimes poet is interested in the changes of society with a feeling of perplexity and nostalgia of the lost beauty. In the end this poet has a particular way to describe the present. This poet uses a neo-Art Nouveau.

  • Lecie Poetry Ambassador Lecie Poetry Ambassador (5/12/2008 3:54:00 PM)

    'From a soul as empty as the spirits in a glass.'
    David, I really like your unique style of literary works. You take personafication to a whole new level. I think once you fully develop rhythm or recognize a signiture pattern to your poetry. I see a lot of your work as an Epigram.

    Lecie Bailey Jackson

  • Sílvia Oliveira (5/1/2008 1:03:00 PM)

    Hi David! Thanks for commenting on my works - it´s interesting to get our poems shared/commented, and it happens with poets/poems all around the globe thru this website! I´ll read more of yours! 'Big Bang Theory' is my favorite so far, especially the last part!

    Congrats from Brasil

  • Empath In Flames (4/11/2008 9:49:00 AM)

    David DeSantis is a truly, young gifted writter with a limitless capacity to lure readers/writers deep into an emotive state. I highly recommend poets to view David's work and I hope to read more in further days to come...


Best Poem of David DeSantis

*a Life Cycle

The most painful dawn,
one can ever know,
is the painful death,
of love let go.
Gone with its passing,
Are more than just dreams,
A flower shall wilt,
As jealousy teems.

The most painful noon,
One can ever see,
Is the painful death,
Of your mothers dream.
Gone with her eyes,
Are the reflection of you,
As a mirror shall break,
So shall you too.

The most painful day,
One can ever feel,
Is the painful death,
Of the ideal.
The mirror once broke,
Shall repair a new,
But in its reflection,
A darker ...

Read the full of *a Life Cycle

Generation Me

By the corner window
he sat
eyes glazed over,
as a temple of fear,
which had often wondered
just who, when, and how,
he had finally gotten here.

Twice removed from anything resembling affection,

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