These are the most recent submissions.
A translation of a poem by the Bulgarian poet Pencho Slaveykov who spent the last days of his life near lake Como in Italy.
I haven't been on this site in years, so I wanted to post a "newer" poem on here.
I hopped onto Deliric read some of the pieces being written and my writer's block just vanished and I was inspired to just start typing. Please, if you ever feel stuck, start reading others writings!
This isn't a poem. It does not rhyme. For me this is something I felt needed to be written. It's 3 am and it hit me like a ton of bricks. If you're feeling down this is a must read. Please comment. Sorry if typos.
This is a new poem I wrote for my mother's birthday last month.