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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Sonnet 133, Perfect Petal of a Rose
Is anything in the evening so wonderful?
As quivering leaves, in the fair breeze blow;
Each thoughtless lonely moment is dull,
If it has no passion wings with to go.
My heart is with you always through the night,
Though it may wander, just a little bit;
For some of my thoughts are profound in flight,
Perhaps more than I would care to admit.
But forsake me not for speaking this phrase,
Which flies across sentence, more in believes;
Anything of feeling's quite a sudden blaze,
We to Cupid's heart, just two mortal thieves.
The question then is why love comes so close,
As that of perfect petal of a rose.
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet 18, As Time Goes By
As time goes by each day will fade and coil,
And leave behind those wasted yesteryears;
You gave away to every favored foil,
Though your mind now remembers it and dears.
And what its worth will come and be more so,
For each is held, or gazed as each may be;
Like all in life from small, will come and grow,
From each such step like this one, so come we.
And fade like flowers into earthy dust,
Be broken down, for nothing the same stays;
Everything eaten by worms or it shall rust,
So are each treasured spring and beauties days.
For time will dig and give its wrinkles on,
Before we know each youth in oldness gone.
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet 200, Your Love Is Sweet...
Your love is sweet like from an evening rose,
So full of mystic I never knew before;
With longings so dear and eager to explore:
A passionate river that sometimes overflows.
You are like the light that inside me glows,
An open wonder from once a closed door;
To me you're perfect and worthy to adore,
Though I can't explain nor tell what you disclose.
Heart and soul we stand and live not in vain,
Nor go about like the wind in a cloud,
Which drifts and drifts until it settles down.
We are more like the blooms and soothing rain,
That never is seen in a foggy shroud,
Or ever in disinterest shall drown.
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet, Love Song to The Unborn
Tonight I look for our touching moments,
No words in the heart ever could speak of;
Every love that's inside - flying lights fragments,
Waking with whisperings from stars with love.
Speechless, timeless, nothing but our feelings!
Poetry of deep, space and stars in the hay;
Rhythms glowing in light - flowing that springs!
Shining through the silences, so faraway.
Swallowing black holes with white spirals,
Galaxies turning to the fire inside;
With fragile twinkles - dancing oceans angels,
Entwine in time beyond reason's relied.
Quietness of souls in dimension's with God,
Who'll speak to you in the hour of applaud.
Peter S. Quinn
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