Peter S. Quinn Poems

Listen to my heart
In its beating today
Tick tack a start
In a pounding's way
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Going on and on
In to the time passing
Soon these hours are gone
Nothing is for lasting
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There is a love song in the air
Going on in its beauty
Starting softly from here to there
With everything in its melody
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My empty glass was once full
Of many day's pleasures
But now it's broken and dull
With empty lives treasures
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Day dreams of gone gone by
All of my left pleasures
The dreams in the hidden sky
Full of its cloudy treasures
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Every love is a love that goes
Feelings inside from the outside
Dreams of falling leaves and glows
Shadow in the morning that hides
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Resembling shadows
On a frozen wall,
Immense and tall;
The fire that glows
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(“I shall write my sonnets
from the real world
just like my poems”) .
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The explosion of spring,
Bump bump alloy, it is here!
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The mountain of blue sky and flying birds,
This is something for the climbers to reach their goal;
There is this beautiful morning
That steps inside my dream
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