Peter S. Quinn

Peter S. Quinn Poems

1. Oh Love Is Coming -new- 9/30/2016
2. Midnight Winter... 12/9/2015
3. Do You Remember 12/9/2015
4. When Love Comes To You 2 4/19/2016
5. Spring Faces 4/20/2016
6. Walk My Way 4/21/2016
7. Here Comes Fresh Spring 4/24/2016
8. Love And Joy 5/4/2016
9. Time For A Time Tree 5/15/2016
10. A Little Journey 5/25/2016
11. I Am The Breeze 6/19/2016
12. So Much In My Heart 7/14/2016
13. Here Is My Song To You 7/28/2016
14. Inside Of Me 8/11/2016
15. We Know Very Little 8/26/2016
16. We Know Very Little 2 8/26/2016
17. All So Faraway 8/26/2016
18. The Timeless 9/13/2016
19. Yesterdays And Tomorrows 9/13/2016
20. Stephen Sondheim Writing A New Song, Now Hear This Little Song -new- 9/22/2016
21. Letting Go -new- 9/22/2016
22. A Love Song... -new- 9/25/2016
23. Windmill Of True Colors 11/14/2013
24. From Me To You 2 11/21/2013
25. Morning Song 11/21/2013
26. All I Need Is You 11/23/2013
27. All Or Nothing In Twilight 12/4/2013
28. If You Didn‘t Exist 12/4/2013
29. Tangled Hours 12/11/2013
30. Call Of The Night 12/11/2013
31. Enjoy The Silence 12/13/2013
32. Petal By Petal 12/13/2013
33. Have A Happy Time 12/13/2013
34. Catch Love's Fire 12/18/2013
35. Loves Eyes 12/27/2013
36. Return To Love 12/27/2013
37. Up Up And Away 12/28/2013
38. The Rose Of Love 12/28/2013
39. Days Of Tomorrow 12/29/2013
40. Believe In Love 12/29/2013
Best Poem of Peter S. Quinn

Sad In Blue (A Lyric)

Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side
Nowhere to run
Sad sad sad in blue

Into the night hold me tight
Love me babe I need some light
What's wrong and what's right
When shadows dwell and abide

Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad you

Into the night take a flight
Feelings, touch, everything out sight
Love me with feelings ok
Come come babe now closer ...

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The Name Of Each Season

The name of each season - eternity
Like the summers of flowers that come and go,
With luster thus spreading like a wind blow
That lives with the gust - forever so free;
The ancient of times and sometime to be
Dawn with the painting from the palette's glow,
That rises with spring after winter's snow
For the young born in heart always to see.
It's like music of earth in freshness of days

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