Jonathan Platt


Jonathan Platt Poems

1. A Deep Regret 3/8/2015
2. A Dream Begins Dark And Silent 12/9/2012
3. A Dream Has Taken Flight 1/25/2013
4. A Moment's Contemplation 1/19/2013
5. A Spider's Web 1/1/2013
6. Alone In The Night 12/11/2012
7. Books Create The Wise Man 12/9/2012
8. Boon And Doom 12/27/2012
9. Butterfly: The Unbridled Flower 12/9/2012
10. Curiosity Was Framed 12/28/2012
11. Death: The Hunter 3/15/2015
12. Dreaming... 12/16/2012
13. Dreams 12/9/2012
14. Ecstasy 12/14/2012
15. Emerging Ember 12/25/2012
16. Essence Of The Soul 12/9/2012
17. Faith 12/29/2012
18. First Kiss 12/9/2012
19. Flames Of Faith 12/25/2012
20. From There To Here 12/27/2012
21. God Is The Hardest Worker 12/9/2012
22. Hannah And The Golden Dew 12/14/2012
23. Heaven's Library 12/14/2012
24. Hell-Damage 12/13/2012
25. Her Loveliness 12/27/2012
26. High Blue Country 12/9/2012
27. Hope Is The Engine Of The Heart 12/27/2012
28. Hot Summer Days 12/27/2012
29. I Am The Sponge 1/6/2013
30. If Love Were A Melody 12/10/2012
31. Immortal Nectar: Rain 1/4/2013
32. In Madness, There Is Beauty 12/9/2012
33. It Is Love That Makes The Heart Soar (A Moment's Reflection) 12/9/2012
34. King Of Death 12/25/2012
35. Laughter 12/27/2012
36. Lies 12/9/2012
37. Lightning Is A Crack 12/9/2012
38. Looking To Heaven (A Moment's Reflection) 12/9/2012
39. Looking To The Stars 12/27/2012
40. Love And Hate (A Moment's Reflection) 1/25/2013
Best Poem of Jonathan Platt

A Spider's Web

Silk-thin silver strings woven cleverly into a lair,
An intricate entwining of divinest thread...
Like strands of magic worked upon the air,
The spider spins his enchanted web -
His home so eerily, spiraling spreads.

His gossamer so rigid, yet lighter than mist,
And like an eight-legged sorcerer - a wizard blest,
His lace, like a spell, he conjures and knits;
I witnessed such wild ingenuity wrought and finessed,
Watching the spider weave a dream from his web.

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Essence Of The Soul

The soul, like a fragile sphere of glass,
Holds the white radiance of heaven.
When the many trials of time are passed,
The soul bursts like an exploding star,
Revealing the true essence of who we are.

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