Peter S. Quinn Poems

Each time's in mood of no year returning
Filling empty spaces with mislaid woes
What you try to find - is either win or lose
Nothing's forever - forgetting burning
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Bring to my heart new days of tomorrow
With freshness opening its many ways
Entombed in times of past giving days
With much new pleasure and less of sorrow
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Flow flow sweet easy rhyme
To its tomorrow's song
Tide’s up going to its prime
Like sea waves that come along!
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Softly my melodies will sing
Flowers of tomorrow’s song
To each summer and spring
That in my heart I forever long
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Tongues of the forest will soon awake
With the days growing longer to new spring
And the hours of the sunrise again sing
When winter's ice is released from the lake
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Day and night poles apart flaming flame
Moods of the contrast to carry here on
Flowing their times until they are done
Something of feral for life to tame
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So much is within heart or gone away
The love songs that were but never came through
Feelings of inside always to renew
Just like night comes after each spent day
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There is a poem of personality
In everyone of us to become free
It’s inside there always ready
A beat from our heart’s steady
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There are some reasons on the darkish side
With silences growing till they are lost
Feelings of endless discontent and frost
That through secret passageways abide
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