Category Archives: Poems

Where I Rest

Field of blue, Cascades of white; Soft and true, So very bright, So warm when light Pours through the glass. The docile sheep Rest on the field And I rest on A fluffy cloud. All in all, Very cozy Where I rest. Advertisements

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Red Rose

Red bloomed in her vision And she fell farther Farther still Smiling

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Alpha and Omega

All things come to me in time. I know not when or how, but one day, you will come to me. You need not hurry. I need not take you early. You see me when leaves change color and fall from their trees. You see me when buildings wither and break. You see me when …

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Midwinter Thoughts

Though winter goes on, Daylight grows each day. So does hope spring back.

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Lord of the Old Manor

In times long past, a man once ruled this land. He lived at home with wife and child and knight. His mystic power flowed through sword and hand, Yet no one knew the vastness of his might, And deep within, he hid a heart of cold. He often let the children come and play. He’d …

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Was It Wrong to Dream?

Was it wrong to dream of a peaceful world, A place where trust and friendship reign? Was it wrong to dream of a safe world, Where healing and solace are always near? Was it wrong to dream of a happy world, A place where laughter abounds? Was it wrong to dream of a better world, …

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Venom

It starts as a tiny prick, not even a scratch. It comes and goes at first, but grows familiar. Then it’s a constant, and soon, a strain. With some relaxation, it stops. Nothing to worry about. As it visits more often, the strain aches and spreads. This time, few things make it fade. Relief, now, …

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The End of War

Upon the field of battle stood the girl Amid her friends in arms, who fell before The man who led the forces they opposed. The city ruins burned around them both. Not once since crack of dawn and battle start Did sounds of clashing forces fade away. So there they stood apart, the girl and …

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Thinking of Spring

A little green sprout Rises from its bed to see The fading white hills.

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Words for the Season: Winter

The conclusion of this post, this other post, and the first post.

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