Biography of Marcus McKinley
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generations from now the poems i write will only be known as 'anonymous'. and only then will i be known.
Marcus McKinley Poems
This Memorable Moment
Young and inexperienced with words What would I say? So with great urgency I asked you to go to the prom with me
She Is My Sun, She Is My Love, She Is Th...
Her soft touch and soft smile Stayed with me awhile but, for tonight Distant are the shores and cries of my plight Not in this life, not in this light
A Dream Unfulfilled
Bystander Demander Roof over head Food in the fridge
A Work In Progress....
I have yet to write my greatest work Pondering and postulating, in words diverse Each poem ‘till then a mere rehearse Toward the work of greatest verse
Aged To Perfection (Zymology)
Plucked From the vine of destiny Kissed by the glorious sun Majestic mountain to river valley
Within It Buried, What Once Was
Tell me darling where are you? Are you here… in my aching heart? Are you here… in my divagated mind? Are you trailing far behind?
I Killed Her With Love
I lost my inspiration for love in rhyme And yet, I find love in foreboding time In the darkness, deep inside the keep Of the dreams where happiness does sleep
A New Day
Morning starts with my ringing alarm It pommels my senses Like a seasoned pugilist Taunting me to strike back
You Light Up My Life
Your beauty is... like a ray of sun And I am, just a gazania
When you say I love you with your insincerity It breaks my heart
What The Past Holds For The Future
I am overcome with a sadness that I have not lived my days of youth to their fullest, and
Every Piece Of Me
This poem is not worthy of such a girl As tempting and beautiful as thee Soft and supple your lips entrance, alas Together, we shall never be
The Sheets Are On Fire
It is you that inspires I see, I have awakened you from your zealous slumber
Soon... Dusk The Assassin (Ra's Descent...
Emptiness, without you by my side Three quarters past Approaching the autumnal
Amid A Summer Heat
Strolling through, I with you
Blooming, colorful meadows.
Anxious sweat in palms.
Each breath you give
A will to live,
So fertile is your land.
Over the rivers mouth