Biography of Bill Cantrell
I am not a poet and don't claim to be but I love in my own way putting thought, emotions and reason into words. Been attempting to write since 2012 and I enjoy it.
I do not know really how to write or spell and everything that comes with it, I am truly unlettered, but I cannot help but try to be a part.
Poetry is becoming so very interesting, I see so many different approaches to it, I am attempting to put deep thought into simplicity,
I truly feel that love rules the highest levels of emotions because joy outweighs all other feelings.
I pray that my poetry be unique and different,
This sounds crazy but sometimes I feel like I have discovered a place where I am the pen in someone else's hands if that makes sense
Bill Cantrell Poems
The Treasure Of A Letter
Words carefully written, Will they stand the test of time? The secret is emotion, Not in the way words rhyme.
Emotions must be gathered and clothed with words that fit. Then joining hands together, on paper they now sit.
Afraid Of The Dark
Bedtime should be a time for sweet dreams A story a prayer and a kiss goodnight Yet, things in the dark aren't what they seen But when off goes the lights, the bedbugs will bite
The Vioce Of Flowers
Have you heard the voice of flowers? Oh, they speak in many ways Some will whisper, some will shout, Listen what they say
In the sweat shops of the void; Status quo poetry! Mechanically engineered by snobbish math Emotions have all graduated from the finest schools,
Onions In Their Pockets
Place me on a shooting star That I may leave in style Dress me in my finest suit And cry for me a while
If By Chance
If by chance I am ever quoted It will not be for fancy words, Nor intellect leading to a path of insight Not anything of my own design,
Why are you angry, crimson moon? You look so out of place We finally see your darker side and yet, you never turned your face
Tomb Of The Rose
Touch my lips with hollow kiss, Hang me out to dry Fold my face with tender care Before you bid me bye
Davy Jones Locker
Love and tears, life and death Emotions on the oceans breath Sailors rest upon its sandy floor
Tides Of Love
You need not burn old bridges to keep me by your side. The sun anoints your smile and the moon dwells in your eyes
When insult leads to injury
and friendship has been breached,
shed your tears into a cup
then place before their feet.