Matthew Holloway Poems

Ideas come in moments
spoken or heard or witnessed
some stay dormant
in the back draw of the mind
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To the veiled critics
The pretence makers
Those hiding behind made up names
Typing up your vitriol
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You are as I find
More beautiful to my heart
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So you think you know me
How little you know I think
There are things and secrets
I keep and mask in words
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Slowly it comes
Patiently painting itself
Across the landscape
Unseen by human eye
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Broken minds and poetic lines
Drinking in unsocial hours
Becoming a recluse to the world
An outcast, stranger to many
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Learning to love again
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It is with a still fear I proceed
Learning to love again
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In the spring garden
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In the spring garden
Birds sing and chatter
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To a beautiful girl
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one day follows another
it is inevitable, unchanging
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My loves sonnet
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My love is an unwritten sonnet
an ode to the greatest beauty
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