Tom Squires

Rookie - 481 Points (10/18/1961 / Syracuse, NY)

Tom Squires Poems

1. O' Lost 9/8/2013
2. Campus 9/10/2013
3. Torchlight 9/10/2013
4. Bridges 9/10/2013
5. Color Blind 9/10/2013
6. Closure In Emerald 9/12/2013
7. Doc 9/15/2013
8. Pacing 9/14/2013
9. Dear Lady 9/5/2013
10. Mission 9/5/2013
11. Trees In November 9/5/2013
12. Angel Flight 9/5/2013
13. Relampago 9/5/2013
14. Golden Dream 9/4/2013
15. Night Owl Rising 9/4/2013
16. Horizons 3/9/2014
17. Ascension Street 6/8/2014
18. Roadside Lullaby 7/27/2014
19. Whistling The Daylight 11/19/2014
20. From The Rooms 12/17/2014
21. Winter Night 12/19/2014
22. Colors 12/20/2014
23. Letter To The Editor 1/9/2015
24. Evening Of The Flood 1/12/2015
25. Northern Enclosure 7/9/2014
26. Visions In Firelight 4/8/2015
27. Mornings With Lithium 4/14/2015
28. In Other Words 11/30/2014
29. Patience Remains 12/21/2013
30. Room With A View 9/5/2013
31. Drums In The Distance 11/22/2013
32. Sunlight Melted Blue 12/14/2014
33. Second Wind 5/13/2014
34. Into The Rain 7/13/2014
35. Stone Faces 2/22/2014
36. Changes 9/4/2013
37. Shades Of Summer 6/28/2014
38. Blue Forest 9/8/2013
39. Currents Of Spring 3/11/2015
40. Distance And Time 7/9/2014
Best Poem of Tom Squires

Distance And Time

There is a road not covered here, that lays upon the shadow land, continues for a thousand years, prepared before the breaking dawn, of clover fields in endless song, from memory entwined by youth, and stepping on to cobblestones, that we could hear the sound of feet, so swift to chase the glimpse of years, upon the face we call our own.











©2014 Tom Squires



©2014 Tom Squires











©2014 Tom Squires

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Changes

When you cant find your way back home. When your dreams seem to change thier bright tone. When hope seems to fly out the door, just stand and count your blessings one by one. The change of the day has begun. You don't have to feel so outdone. Just listen to the voice of your own, the sound of water, the laugh of a daughter, clear falling rain and wind driven words, great blankets of birds, flying across the face of
the sun. Please believe in yourself my friend. It's never really the end. It's j

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