Biography of dino evans
I know a lot of my poems are long, but when I get an idea I go with it until the idea plays itself out. a lot of times I dont know where its going until the end. I seem to be compelled to write and am grateful for this forum to be able to let others see my work and read the poetry of the many talented poets here. I just hope I am worthy of your company. thank you all for reading and I will be posting as I have many poems (in the hundreds0 to choose from.Dino
dino evans Poems
Have you ever see a headstone, with the dates of life and death? .. There always seems to be a dash between... That dash is every moment, that a person ever lived... But only birth and death are what is seen...
WRITTEN ON THE WIND
WRITTEN ON THE WIND I look up in the morning, above the cool green leaves, Through the branches, there, they take my eyes,
THINGS MY FATHER SAID
Sometimes late at night, I watch the ceiling from my bed, And lying in the darkness, hear a sound inside my head, Not a sound explained in any book I've ever read, I hear the distant memories, of things my father said.
Old friends are gone, and others leaving.. I stay and grieve, terrible grieving... And think of time, we laughed in jest... Seems I block out, all the rest...
A PATCH OF BLUE
Sitting here, doing all the same old things I'm used to Watching clouds move in, to dropp the rain Then there's one small clear, and shining patch of blue Reminding me of you, I smile again
MY RECKLESS HEART
If I said Loved you, would you walk away from me? Even if you felt you loved me to... If you didn't want to hear it, would it echo through your day? From the lonely heart, that breaks for you...
THERE ARE NO RHYMES FOR THIS
My mind is leading me, into a place I've never been, My heart is broken, shattered, scattered to the wind, I dream sometimes, of loneliness, and a dreadful, final kiss, *~~*~*~*~**~**~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~**~~*~*~*~**~~**~
THE DUNES OF HEARTACHE
Everyday, I feel I lose a little more of me... The nights are all alone, and it's so hard for me to see... I don't know yet what is to come, or what someday will be... Please give me the strength my Lord, to keep in sight of Thee...
I can't seem to sleep these days... Relaxation gone... Stripped of all I've known... Wasted years, no reason for heartless scenes they've shown...
Your heart, like stainless steel, Cuts into me like a knife, To leave my bleeding heart...unattended, dying...
The Tormented Mind
Sad soul take comfort, nor forget, Scatter the clouds that hide, The years that were spent in pain, and regret, With no one in whom to confide...
The Bright, But Darkened Dawn
(for my brother Larry) I live inside an empty place, inside of me, a storm Imagining when last I touched your face, so calm, and warm I held your hand but did you know? , I think about this some This morning as I sit beneath, the bright, but darkened dawn
Pictures On A Wall
Being here, surrounded by these pictures on a wall The images, just moments trapped in time The faces seem to speak to me, and I can hear them all Perhaps it's just a dream, though they linger in my mind.
The ink inside this pen can hold so many words, it's strange, I describe so many things, or can sadly rearrange, And love or tears of sorrow, which will leave this paper stained, But in the end if no one reads, is love what I have gained? ...
Seasons Of Loneliness
In the winter of my mind,
The leafless branches of my existence,
Bend to the cold wind of self, and you are there,
To be the fresh gentle snow,
That falls upon my every thought,
To cover the cold and dark ground of my life,
With a soft white blanket of contentment,
Blocking out the harsh and killing winds, of thought,
That keep me frozen here..............Without you.............