Uriah Hamilton

Uriah Hamilton Poems

1. Lonely Poetry 5/6/2005
2. Pools Of Lifeless Blood 7/3/2005
3. The Refusal 4/21/2005
4. Not To Forget 4/26/2005
5. Tearful Days 4/27/2005
6. Redemptive Love 4/21/2005
7. July 5/18/2005
8. Standing Before The Chasm Of Divorce 9/29/2006
9. Karmic Path Of Sadness (Wife Beating) 10/24/2006
10. Life Will Still Taste Sweet 11/5/2006
11. Pink Flamingoes And White Swans 12/1/2006
12. I Worship The Mother 12/29/2006
13. Every Girl Became My Sister 1/13/2007
14. Lonely Girl 1/13/2007
15. Happy Surrender 3/2/2007
16. Shanghai Street 4/7/2007
17. Every Jesus Saint 5/9/2007
18. Disco Rhythmic Blues 5/19/2007
19. In My Breast 6/29/2007
20. Strange And Unpredictable 11/3/2007
21. Transparent Lavender Chemise 11/25/2007
22. Days Of God 11/30/2007
23. Hidden Dress 12/3/2007
24. No Eyes To Kiss 12/22/2007
25. I Touch Her Dress 1/5/2008
26. Magical And Angelic 1/25/2008
27. Kiss A Face That Isn’t There 1/26/2008
28. Something Special 2/9/2008
29. I’m Not A Cad, Mostly Not 2/15/2008
30. Lonely Butterfly Waiting To Become A Tattoo 2/6/2008
31. Self-Resistance 2/23/2008
32. Deer Season 3/11/2008
33. Laura Lee And Her Rose 3/21/2008
34. A Grateful Man In The World Of Women 3/21/2008
35. Philosophy Of Your Existence 4/6/2008
36. The Need I Had Of A Woman 4/12/2008
37. Virginal Soul 5/4/2008
38. Hypnotic Trance Inescapable 6/23/2008
39. Enduring Psychic Wounds 8/2/2008
40. Kissing Your Hair 8/4/2008
Best Poem of Uriah Hamilton

A Different Sky Is Waiting

We’ve been in the rain so long
That our eyes are sore and red;
When joy is missing,
We gaze down too long at our feet
As we slowly walk through the city,
But there must be a different sky waiting
Offering love and inspiration.

Beneath these yellow factory skies,
Even the street lights look sadly dim,
Like our spiritual light within
Blurred by an affectionless life.

Things began to change
When I met you in a small bar
Not far from the school where you teach;
I saw Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass
Easing out of your purse,
I knew we ...

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Unrequited Love

I have immense affection for poets,
Those desperate lovers who often lose
All vestiges of sanity in amorous pursuits.

Propertius lived and wrote in Rome
A few decades before the birth of Christ,
He wrote passionately
Of his tumultuous relationship with Cynthia,
Cursing ships and seas when they took her away.

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