Thomas Adams

Rookie (Sedalia, Mo.)

Thomas Adams Poems

1. 'Untitled' 7/25/2013
2. 'My Heart' 7/25/2013
3. 'Along The Line' 7/25/2013
4. Earthly Play 7/25/2013
5. One Man, One Woman 7/26/2013
6. The Love You'Re Putting In 7/27/2013
7. My America 8/4/2013
8. A Shiny Light 8/26/2013
9. Humbled Men Of God 8/27/2013
10. America The Beautiful 8/7/2013
11. A Rattle Sound 8/28/2013
12. A Notion 8/7/2013
13. The Setting Sun 8/5/2013
14. Babble 9/2/2013
15. Befriended 9/2/2013
16. A Kindliness 9/2/2013
17. War & Peace 9/2/2013
18. The Mentor Of Peace { Article I Paragraph(S) 1 And 2 } 9/21/2013
19. Full 8/24/2013
20. My Sister Round 8/23/2013
21. A Love 8/23/2013
22. A Broken Heart 9/22/2013
23. Slippery Brow 9/29/2013
24. A Mystery 9/30/2013
25. Untitled 10/1/2013
26. Hearts That Cry 10/5/2013
27. A Lofty View Above 10/15/2013
28. Til 1979 10/21/2013
29. 'My Month' 10/13/2013
30. 'Snowy Ground' 10/26/2013
31. Play Occurred Today 10/12/2013
32. Along Dreaming 1/3/2014
33. 'More Work To Do' 10/12/2013
34. A Gusty Windy Breeze 8/26/2013
35. A Moments Note 7/26/2013
36. Shells Along The Beach 7/26/2013
37. 'Eagles Top The Trees' 8/14/2013
38. 'The Mentor Of Peace' {article I Paragraph(S) 3,4 And 5} 9/22/2013
39. A Classic 8/14/2013
40. The Night That You Were Born 10/27/2013
Best Poem of Thomas Adams

'Hearts Beat Even, Fast! '

So on to grey and misty sight.
The 'dare' to passers by.
Let us lightly sip the liquid night.
Pray, not sure fully, why? '

To gleem unanswer'd cowardly,
allow it steam abit.
Then bump and burst and truely be!
All darned and confidant.

Let eyes take in the crystal blues,
while greens and yellows pair.
Lead reds and whites, the rosey hues;
all color'd love affair.

A winterstone to shape the rhyme.
with whiter alabast.
For now's the time to bet your dime.
on 'Hearts Beat Even, Fast!

Read the full of 'Hearts Beat Even, Fast! '

'Untitled'

Those very stares begin at dawn and winter has a hold.
I frown the gust across the lawn, not bundled for the cold.
The passive change I might subject is subtle say the least.
For saving me has churned awhile by mother and her priest.
To see this world but black and white would frighten me a bit.
I'd frolic round more aimlessly and have no time to sit.
I fear to add some color here might bind me in the cost.
Until the day togetherness would cure my being lost.

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