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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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The Sweetness of First Meeting (From, The River Sings On)
The sweetness of first meeting,
Like the breeze in the trees;
The freshness of summer greeting,
The soul of the being frees.
Like the rays of the evening sun,
With slumbering red and yellow;
The feelings of minutes now gone,
With the last of the twilight's glow.
You and I resounding seconds,
The feelings all deep inside;
The night in the green woodlands,
Each wonder our dreams now hide.
Peter S. Quinn
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A Poem for You (From, Shorter Poems
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I sat down just to write
This poem
For you,
I thought you were lonesome tonight
Feeling kind of blue;
Stranger things have happened
You know,
So just be comfortable in your chair
You aren't going anywhere.
Because if you are,
Please do tell;
I would not want you
To sit here,
Feeling like hell.
Peter S. Quinn
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It's Time to Wake Up
The days are going by,
Motionless black sea;
Through open unknown sky,
Into new times delivery.
The hours were strangers,
Joints are made of waves;
Burgeoning tracks and changers,
Thoughts that no one craves.
The sun flower's coming up,
In dancing shadows dying;
There is no ending or a stop,
Only the brief hours flying.
Borders of dim to follow,
Seeking some reflection veils;
Ancient light now hollow,
Fresh morning of other avails.
Switching off blinking stars,
Dancing dawn now rising;
The peaceful going memoirs,
Into colors of life devising.
Slowly the falling night skies,
Road is awaken with living;
It's time to wake up and rise,
Moments of morning giving.
Peter S. Quinn
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Journey
The leaves are in now green
With breezy bud's tint
Twilights of days between
And fragrances of sweet mint
They are swaying to and fro
The branches of the trees
Tomorrow still early to know
What comes in the air ease?
The ballad of old blue road
Is filling the path in green
Where icily luminesce tiptoed
In moonlight reflect between
And day is becoming bright
With silvery petals yellow
From under the coldness night
That once played gelid cello
Peter S. Quinn
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