Wes Thompson

Wes Thompson Poems

When dusk dissolves the last shreds of light,
Do heroes lay awake at night?
Or do they dream, brilliant days to come-
With a winning smile, good deeds all done?
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I have been told
that men who slay monsters
are but monsters to be
as I feel the night sky
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the calm
cool face of the river
asked not for a
kiss
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she doesn't know who I am
when it comes down to me
I think to myself
we can never be again
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you can convince yourself
of just about anything
if you're not sure what you want
not quite sure who you've been
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If life was lived
Would hearts tear tattered sleeve?
If life was loved
Would I kill to be free?
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When sleeping I lay awake in bed,
While dreamless, time calls to the dead.
The stars drip past a vampire moon,
Horizon sheds the sun too soon.
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does it make a difference
if i say it's not about you?
but the strangest reaction;
after reading it three times over-
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golden ripples slowly sway
toward my feet
where awaiting bubbles burst
like humming angels
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I was the simple coloured thread
he spent hours weaving
to tie around your ankle
and the song she sang along to
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here's the one way road that you drove into the ground
the sacred stream that you managed to dam
what you said was lost
was never quite found
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they say everyone
has a gaurdian
angel
and I think that I may
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before the days of yours
and mine
before the sun had ever shined
two winds blew strong
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you're supposed to learn to suffer
before you grasp the concept, trust
pressed between two pairs of lips
like sparks waiting to combust
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I watch a Robin take wing to sky
As snowflakes stick to my eyelashes
And I blink them out, as tears
To a passerby I'm sobbing
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I tried to write something
that was almost worth reading
but this pen feels numb in my hands
and I stayed up all night
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the cold shakes my bones
I want Her hands back in mine
you probably expect me to say they were warm
but they were not
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a string of words may tie
what times divides
and fill the gaps
with better lives
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her cold fingers
may shuffle a single grain of sand
for a thousand years
yet I must stop my heart beat
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the ancients could find
comfort in meaning
in paradox and irony
but they didn't know a thing
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Wes Thompson Biography

Words are all we have; they may not be free, but they are certainly cheap.)

The Best Poem Of Wes Thompson

A Hero Is One Who Falls Asleep With His Shoes On

When dusk dissolves the last shreds of light,
Do heroes lay awake at night?
Or do they dream, brilliant days to come-
With a winning smile, good deeds all done?
Perhaps defeat creeps with them to bed,
As a rusty nail in the back of their head.
Maybe all they wish at night,
Is for dawn to kill their dreamless fright.
Mayhap they do not wish at all,
As full moons unwind and fate befalls.
For surely all taste Fate's stale breath-
No might of man may outlast Death.
All men, no doubt, serve God's demand,
And are wrung like wet socks into Life's thirsty hands.

Wes Thompson Comments

Callie Carroll 04 July 2008

I am never disappointed when I read Wes Thompson. He gives fresh meaning to words I thought were cliche; he shows me poetic technique clothed in genuis. He wakes me up.

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Matt Johnston 17 April 2008

Reading his stuff you can tell his mind works great for poetry.

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