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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Bend And Break (From, The River Sings On)
You are in the light,
When in the morn you wake;
Lost your dream's flight,
In the new daybreak.
Don't you suffocate,
When you meet reality;
Simple means and complicate,
From the mere absurdity.
You are on the go,
With the morning bright;
Going to and fro,
Till you make things right.
Meetings on the other side,
Will have to wait again;
You need to set astride,
What reality might enchain.
This old world has its look,
Waiting for a new life;
You might bend its hook,
If you work and strife.
Meet again the morning,
When you wake up fresh;
Longings from night yearning,
Will be faced with less.
Peter S. Quinn
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Beneath The Nightfall Moon
Beneath the nightfall moon,
The autumn's beauty is in;
Approach of winter's dragoon,
Is near to my goose-skin.
A day now darkens soon,
With all its worldly chagrin;
But love songs are immune,
To the wet and cold yin.
Beneath my sorrow deep,
There is a shadowed morn;
So my eyes may then weep,
And my heart be inside torn.
The summer is now asleep,
And beautiful colors adorn;
Until the next year I'll keep,
The thoughts I had well-worn.
My spirit to darkness attune,
Though nothing there shall reap;
For all is grayish roughhewn,
That comes from cold outleap.
Peter S. Quinn
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beneath the willow
beneath the willow
slumber tales
of endless stories
lush array
with bordered green
and buried away
the unknown hero
Peter S. Quinn
Read more: hero poems, green poems
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Beside These Autumn Lanes A Song
I want to be your friend
Beside these autumn lanes
Along the verses penned
And fare-well leaving cranes
Were yesterdays were born
In longitudes of smiles
And today is rigors torn
Lonesome dimming whiles
I want to hold you near
And touch your feeling inside
The circles around the fear
That the wintry nights abide
I know this feeling too
When heart is upside down
And nothing comes new
Into my lonesome town
The heart of months to come
The distances of the heat
Where the colors are all from
And my moods your roots meet
Come here and be a friend
In diffusing skies afar
Hillsides of emotions transcend
Sometimes to catch a star
I want to hold you near
And touch you feeling inside
The circles around the fear
That the wintry nights abide
Come here to my melody
Sing memories that are gone
Be a friend here with me
Carry this song on and on
Carry this song
Peter S. Quinn
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