Interest in this blog is for those who partake in valuing philosophy and poetry.
On the journeyBack to delicate tornShreds of a deserted fieldWhere you were raisedAs a single flowerWith petals flown, emptyTo the stagnant touchOf the winds. I will soar youBeyond the last mileThe earth has to stretch for,In the sum of all mathematicalNumerical.Concealed as you areUpon the openness of stars,CyclicalWith funerals to your stare. Gravitate, as youFind […]
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https://www.amazon.com/Slender-Little-Romance-Peter-Wyatt/dp/1733382232/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=a+slender+little+romance&qid=1601562160&sr=8-2 Within this collection, the reader will discover the words of a young man, whose personal life has experienced the up and down avenues of love. Like a heart, love has beats and rhythm. Love is the feeling that has us stay for those patiently awaited moments. Love is timeless. Romantic poetry is a way […]
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Why light,WhySo bright?What have I burnedOf the stilled tomorrow?Her hair radiates,Her skinEscalates, the tempest,Me,And the fuses at the endsOf herWorn fingers. BeautySmiles, one of heavinessTo myAching body.Her ownEclipses what I see of light,So bright,With giants to every step,Every encroaching hourTo my feeble sight. Lead on,My womanWhose arms crawl,Whose legs drag,Though still remains beautifulTo even the […]
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I cannot tellWhich part of the night with starsLeads me to Heaven,Or withers me to Hell.I dream of drinks,Of chalices full of tears,Full of another’s blood.There, to the winds that carryThe scent of a funeral’s pyre,I effort myself to loathe,Never to love. Dreams can tell apart,Day from night.And I,With hollowness to every scar,Stare into the […]
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This was delayed, because a new cover had to be made. It will be released, very soon.
Read MoreSince May 6th, 2019, I have begun writing an almost endless stream of poetry on this blog. I have now compiled 924 poems, not including the 164 drafts to poetry I didn’t finish. Minus the 54 poems that I am having published through a local publishing house, I have 870 poems that will still need […]
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Beneath the wilted roses, I seem a fragrance too many. Too often left upon my bones To drink of something else sweet. Your absence has buried my heart, Left me full of the dark. You loosened me, then dropped me Like the infant upon his neck. I felt the summer come too close, For winter […]
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Come what will,As you, to me, the most potent pill.What will be, for my mindTruly kind?It will be you, within the greatest streams of bloodAs rolling fog.No longer will tears move their waves across my cheeks,Resulting from the sadness of absence,But, in everything from you, that delicately speaks. I see redness in everything beautifulAbout you.My […]
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Blanketed by romanceIn the third degreeBurns upon my molten skin.And I’ll kiss my own wounds, under the sun,As the monster I have become. She sung her praises aloudTo me, the blamed fiend. When rivers stream their run of lavaTo the bloody lakes below.When beauty mocks perplexityAs my madness against her sadness,I’ll forever receive the burning […]
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Sunken beneath, the tides, as you wereMy solace, the source to my wellOf tears.I threw a line for your freedom, when I saw you were drowning.I threw it, to save you from the uncertainty that kept you weeping.For each drop in the tide, was yours.Though, the well was mine. I looked back to the well,For […]
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Above ground,You were grand, with eyes like the emerald watersOf two distant ponds.And, you had the clearest vision, as a woman of realism.And me, a man of idealismDrew fantasies in curves, and grew obsessiveOver our love’s successiveNature to disasters. I became the savior for you,As you had winter for blankets,And I removed themFor the summer […]
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The worn feeling,The pressuring sensation,To move.The dryness in my heart, where should stir blood,The motion of my form, against the songs of sadness,Bellowed from my lips. The loss,The emptiness,Inside of me.The beauty that was with you, something held upon like gold,The form you would give to me, as something to hold in one arm,Has become […]
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