Peter S. Quinn Poems

In the space that lies between us
There's something no one knows
In the space that is within you
Something always onward grows
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Blooms of love that you mistreat
With hearts so full of sorrow
Shall not give you love as sweet
When you both reach tomorrow
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Oh little bloom in a field,
You live once then you die;
When your colors are relieved,
Down your seeds fall and fly.
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Poetry can be what ever you want,
Be it true to the world or quite untrue;
It is the first line for one to not taunt,
What each feeling says within of you.
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I aim in dark to a sunny day,
I'll try to find there a rightful way;
But in all my aims I could not find,
Fore I walked roads so totally blind
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Closed eyes are longing for something,
That isn't here with us yet, or anymore;
To its inner self and its soul it’ll sing,
Of what it aspires for its own deplore...
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What are you made of?
If not for a harvest?
What are you made of?
If not for the very best?
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