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.
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.
Davy Jones Locker
Love and tears, life and death Emotions on the oceans breath Sailors rest upon its sandy floor
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
Emotions must be gathered and clothed with words that fit. Then joining hands together, on paper they now sit.
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
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
All along the rainbows edge, Angels are placing their wings to dry Having softened the face of the killing storm, To leave her a clear blue sky
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
The Greatest Poetry
Imagination sets in, On You, I meditate. The unknown wonders of your steps, too great to contemplate.
Black rain falls upon my page from melancholy springs. Dead rain drips from tired eyes as life goes down the drain.
When insult leads to injury
and friendship has been breached,
shed your tears into a cup
then place before their feet.