Peter S. Quinn


From Within


I’ve looked for moments of love
Through air, earth and water waves
Like a caged bird
The scars of my heart have come out
To these frozen veins and foliages
That has found its meaning and place
Well within
Line of secret rocks
That I can not walk but barefoot
My panic is torn between the lines
Of these words
As my heart goes on in this search
Rotating round the craters
Of uneven pondering thoughts
That the night has given
On this piece of paper of half empty thoughts

Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 04, 2011
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (From Within by Peter S. Quinn )

Enter the verification code :

  • x... x... (8/30/2007 9:48:00 PM)

    I feel we spend our whole lives looking for that perfect love, for peace of soul and a heart no longer restless. Perhaps, it's just not possible on earth. Lovely write. ~mm.~~ (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. THE WAILING STRIP, Mohamed Yussuf
  2. Cold Days, Ronald Chapman
  3. Clouds, Ronald Chapman
  4. This Night, Neela Nath
  5. Chuseok Korean Thanksgiving Day (Regional), Ronald Chapman
  6. Chocolate, Ronald Chapman
  7. Children Playing, Ronald Chapman
  8. Winter Crept, hap rochelle
  9. Meeting Ronald Reagan, Roy Blokker
  10. Cheat, Ronald Chapman

Poem of the Day

poet Edgar Allan Poe

Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, is not (now) my theme-
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Jacques Prevert

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]