Poems by Dagmar Wilson

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  • Somehow we survive
    bombshells coming at us...

  • What you know of me
    is a layer of paint on a canvas...

  • His name is Satan
    feeding of goodhearted souls...

  • When you and I first met they had me on bed rest...
    I remember the room being cold with nothing to...

  • As i am walking down the road of life
    i have come to the conclusion...

  • Faded wallpaper
    the floors are squeaking...

  • Strength is a reflection of her eyes
    a fighter on the battlefield...

  • Original (15) 7

    You can hear the drums from across the river
    leaves are shaking...

  • A Mother's heart
    there is no other...

  • As I am rinsing off my face
    tears are floating down the drain...

  • When busy painting
    I often use a language that's misunderstood...

  • I'm tired of talking, pouring out my soul
    forced to defend what's going on inside my brain...