Peter S. Quinn Poems

Each time is fresh when it is steady on,
And every beauty therein is quite still;
But future moments come and old are gone,
Though longings, memories in time up fill.
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Endless seas of memories,
This love is now of the past;
Photographic moments freeze,
Nothing's going to last.
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Shifting hours growing heart pain,
Love's walked out down the lane;
I have search but all in vain,
Winter's growing long.
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Enduring enduring lights,
Dizziness distress and fights;
World is full of wrong and rights,
From people broken.
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Solitude becomes trickery,
When growing inside me;
There are distances everywhere,
Please be with me here...
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It's Christmas time and I'm alone,
Because my girl is gone.
I'm upset because of this phone,
It just keeps ringing on.
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Trusting me or trusting not,
Everything's an endless plot;
Breaking boundaries between,
With a fresh new scheme.
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Meet my heart
From the inside
Where love will start
As favoring guide
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Every day's going to alone adjust
Of yesterdays that once were in reality
With playing of futures still not to be
In their many on gone footsteps and bust
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Inside my winter
Of darkness gleaming night
Where cold’s now in rime tinter
With not much light
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