A blossom in springtime, A leaf in the fall. Yes, these are the treasures I like most of all.…
I was inspired to write poetry after seeing the movie 'Dr. Zhivago', I wrote my first poem in 1970. Influenced by the poetry of William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, and Edgar Allan Poe; I am one of the few writers in the era of modern poetry who writes in the form I call 'rhythm and rhyme'. After waiting more than 30 years for 'THE GIFT' of poetry to arrive, I sat down at the age of 54 and wrote for the first time with the ability to say what I wished to say in the way I had long wished to say it. In the next 18 months or so I wrote nearly 180 poems. Today, I am still an unknown and may be called 'an emerging poet' but my style is not new to the readers of poetry. This gives me a natural following among the readers of poetry. I hope and believe it will grow as more readers are exposed to this particular popular style. I write my poetry to please the readers in every way. I write to entertain, to inform, and to emotionally involve the reader in the experience of love and life in all its aspects. And I try to do this in a way that makes the reading of my words enjoyable for all. For those who wish to learn more about me, they may do so by simply typing my name on their web search engine. Type Greenwolfe (open space) 1962. This will give you a host of options. Including fans, blogs, and my space and others.)
Greenwolfe 1962 şiirleri
Of all the lessons learned in life By every creed in turn, Acceptance is the costliest Mankind has had to learn.…
I thank thee Lord for all you've done In having made me so. But please dear Lord, please set me free. And let my spirit go.…
A friend to light a candle When darkness overcomes. A friend to hold you closer When distant thunder drums.…
'Gee, you're looking good today'. I said as I looked down. He winked a bit and slightly smiled, But never made a sound.…
I think I'm going to make it through, It's been so long you see; There's much more life behind me now Than out in front of me.…
Not long ago I saw her, As in her younger days. She sat upon the fresh green grass As I could only gaze.…
There's a place beside a river That you might know as well. On the banks we call contentment Near the place where lovers dwell.…
Arthur didn't see it, His back was to the sky. They looked to the Heavens, Expecting then to die.…
I burned them all to ashes, The things you used to say. I guess you didn't write them down, So you'd avoid this day.…
Now on the shore I stand by thee As we stare lonely out to sea. We know ourselves, or say we do, Though time has said we never knew.…
In all worthwhile endeavors, No matter size or scope. It shall either have a life, Or die, a thing called hope.…
I met her in the autumn; When such are found, you know. She said, 'In all her glory.' Though joking, oh how so!…
We met as children long ago. I can't recall the day. I was too young to notice then, It must have been at play.…
I'm waiting here for someone. Just who, I couldn't say. She's bringing my contentment. True love, I guess, someday.…
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