Peter Vector is a poet, simple as that. With no awards to boast of, or books published, he writes because that is what he feels he should do. more »
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Peter Vector Poems
Forgive (and Move Onward)
So finally someone says, What I needed to hear. Some way of freedom, For this poet that was left behind.
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He stands with sixteen plates of the elements Shifting through space and time As if a bullet through a rifting of natural law
I dream of them These mysterious girls in my mind And yet I can never remember their faces
Charcoal coloured petals lightly brush my hand. Chrome silver stem cuts into my skin. How could you the fairest maiden in the land, Lust for my evil and sin?
Unity in Diversity
Unified in Diversity. That's what people today should be. Humans embracing harmony and happiness. Hope that flowers from the seed,
Death to Life
Love so freely sought yet yearned. Life so seldom had, but learned. Destiny so fragile and so frail. Death so quick, brittle, and pale.
(Decayed) My Brilliant Image
One day the moon confessed, I am just a silhouette. I wish you could see you
To him who in the death of Nature holds Communion with her eternal form, she whispers A cryptic language; for his dark hours She has a voice of sorrow, and a grimace
Some where over a rainbow, Or down a rabbit's hole. It matters not how you get there, Rather that it is an escape.
Dying of Warfare
A dim pulsating light, Shines out in the dark night. The clock strikes twelve, Flames engulf the world.
Love: Often Thought, Seldom Said
You are not a shadow to me, No, you are my light and life. If only I could be with you, But alas you are but a whispering dream,
(Hate) Myself and (Loved) Her
It kills me, Every time I close my eyes No darkness surrounds me, Just the memory,
Need For You
You look so beautiful today. When you’re sitting there the pain fades. I've been alone. Cut down and tossed away.
A World In A Tear Drop
In each tear drop, Another one falls. A world where, She could have been yours,
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Forgive (and Move Onward)
So finally someone says,
What I needed to hear.
Some way of freedom,
For this poet that was left behind.
Forgive and forget.
So true and well spoken,
Pick up what was broken.
I'll never forget what we had.
You didn't want to hurt me.
I tried to show you all my love.
You warned me, but no, it was not enough.
So now we're picking up what was broken,
And piecing it back together again.
Though it may not be as strong,
As before, still we move along,
In in hopes of finding new love.
And so finally someone says,
What I needed ...